The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1346 - 1347: A Terrifying Identity

When Yang Zu saw the amethyst card in Ye Mo’s hand, he immediately sensed that something was wrong. That card was something he personally gave to the mysterious elder in the cloak, and there was only one in the entire Wraith Land.

Yet now, this amethyst card appeared in Ye Mo’s hand.

Only two possibilities existed. The first was that Ye Mo was the mysterious elder himself, but Yang Zu dismissed this immediately. The mysterious elder’s alchemy skills had reached perfection, even the Pill Saint might not surpass him.

The second possibility, then, was that Ye Shao was the disciple of that elder. This suddenly cleared up everything—Ye Shao’s talent in alchemy, Ye Shao’s unrestrained abolition of the direct disciples of the Wraith Clan—it all made sense.

In a flash of thought, Yang Zu immediately acted, breaking through Yang Qinghai’s aura and appearing before Ye Mo, blocking Yang Qinghai’s attack.

The terrifying collision force erupted, turning into layers of airwaves that scattered everywhere, instantly blurring everyone’s vision. The crowd did not know what had just happened.

"Yang Zu, what do you mean by this?"

Yang Qinghai stared intensely at Yang Zu, his eyes full of disbelief.

"What is happening?"

The crowd waved their sleeves repeatedly, dissipating the airwaves before them, only to discover that the ancestor had actually intervened to shield Ye Mo from the attack, causing them to be utterly dumbfounded.

The ancestor had clearly just agreed to let Yang Qinghai kill Ye Mo, but suddenly he changed his mind. All of this left them puzzled.

"Was it the card Ye Shao brought out just now?"

Yang Rong observed keenly. She had seen the ancestor’s intense reaction when Ye Mo pulled out that card just before.

Her face then showed a jolt of realization.

The day before yesterday, Steward Yang returned to the Yang Mansion and told her about the mysterious elder in the cloak who could produce Supreme Godly Pills and had purchased a large amount of herbs; the ancestor gave the only amethyst card to this mysterious elder.

"Could it be that he is the disciple of that mysterious elder?"

Yang Rong’s pupils contracted, her face displaying astonishment and incredulity. Once the amethyst card was given, whoever traded with its owner didn’t charge any interest, it was all a favor trade.

Now, Ye Shao held the amethyst card, something clearly unexpected.

"Indeed, you shouldn’t kill him."

Yang Zu shook his head, knowing that if Yang Qinghai killed Ye Mo, their entire Yang family might be wiped out. A master whose alchemy skills far surpassed the Pill Saint was terrifying beyond measure.

Thinking about it sent a chill down Yang Zu’s spine. The Pill Saint himself had once, in a fit of anger, rallied many formidable individuals to annihilate an entire city because the City Lord’s son defiled his beloved disciple. Moreover, that disciple was just one of many under his tutelage.

Such a master was extremely protective of his disciples.

"Yang Zu, why can’t I kill him?"

Yang Qinghai asked coldly, "If you don’t give me a satisfactory reason, even if you obstruct me, I will stop at nothing to kill him."

"If he were an ordinary person, or even a genius disciple of the Li or Chen Family, I wouldn’t stop you from killing him. But he is the disciple of a master, and if you kill him, our entire Yang family will face destruction."

Yang Zu said.

"A master? Who exactly is he?"

Yang Qinghai frowned, speaking in a deep voice.

"This master you do not know, but I can tell you his alchemy skills far surpass the Pill Saint’s. He is the disciple of that master."

Yang Zu said.

"What? A master whose skills surpass the Pill Saint?"

Yang Qinghai’s face immediately showed an expression of shock.

"Look at this."

Yang Zu flicked his finger, sending a pill towards Yang Qinghai, "As a ninth-order alchemist, you should know the difficulty of refining such a pill."

Yang Qinghai grabbed the pill with a large hand, staring at the pill covered in markings, his face showing a shocked expression as well.

"How could it be? How could someone refine such a perfect pill? Without a trace of impurity, yet it exudes the fragrance of a pill."

Only now did Yang Qinghai understand why Yang Zu stopped him. Such a pill, which even the Pill Saint might not be able to refine, was not something they could afford to offend.

If they truly killed Ye Mo, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In conclusion, they couldn’t afford to provoke Ye Mo.

Ye Mo naturally knew that with the amethyst card in hand, the opponent wouldn’t dare to kill him.

"Yang Qinghai, do you still want to kill me now?"

Ye Mo sneered.

"Hehe, since you are the disciple of that master, how could I dare kill you? Might we meet with that master?"

A moment ago, Yang Qinghai had vowed to kill Ye Mo without mercy, yet now his attitude had changed drastically, becoming extremely polite.

"My master isn’t someone you can see just because you say so."

Ye Mo showed no courtesy to the other side.

Yang Qinghai’s face changed, still maintaining a smile, but deep inside, he harbored malice. He had only been testing Ye Mo, trying to find out where Ye Mo’s master was. Since the master was in seclusion, he wouldn’t kill Ye Mo in the open but might try covertly, letting no one know.

"Yes, yes!"

Yang Qinghai nodded repeatedly, like a child who had done something wrong.

"You need not be so polite to me. I will notify my master with a jade scroll that if anything happens to me in Dan City these days, it will be on your head, Yang Qinghai."

Ye Mo said calmly.

This statement nearly made Yang Qinghai cough up blood in anger. This Ye Shao was far too cunning.

The surrounding disciples, though unclear of the reasons, seeing Yang Qinghai’s behavior, speculated that Ye Shao’s identity was certainly extraordinary.

"By the way, Ye Shao, did you say you would represent our Yang family in the competition, was it at your master’s request?"

Yang Zu suddenly remembered something, eyes lighting up, looking at Ye Mo, hoping it was the will of the mysterious elder, asking expectantly.

The fact that someone was taken as a disciple by the mysterious elder made Yang Zu believe his alchemical talents were formidable.

"It wasn’t my master’s intent. My master wants me to participate in the alchemy competition. I happened to lack an alchemy furnace, and Miss Rongrong was generous, promising me a furnace if I placed in the top three. Naturally, I agreed."

Ye Mo said calmly.

"So it’s because of Rongrong."

Yang Zu was pleased, solemnly saying, "Ye Shao, do you have confidence to secure a top-three spot for our Yang family? You know, after you killed Yang Qingshu, it’s only Rongrong who can compete for us, and though her alchemy skills are strong, she falls short compared to other alchemical geniuses, making a top-three finish challenging."

"Yang Zu, rest assured, there are still five days before the competition. In these five days, I believe I can increase my success rate at refining ninth-grade elixirs to one hundred percent. Once I achieve that, I surely have a way to help you secure a top-three spot."

Ye Mo said.

"Haha, Ye Shao, your words put us at ease. If you need anything in the future, just say it, and our Yang family will do our utmost."