The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1565 - 1566: Three Years

Three years have passed since the battle between the Rising Dragon Pillar and the Ancient Shenrui. After that battle, no one has seen the Rising Dragon Pillar, or dared to face him. Qin Ya of the Ancient Shenrui commanded that any Martial Artist with cultivation must not contact Ye Mo.

In an instant, all major powers instructed their disciples not to engage with Ye Mo under any circumstances, lest it lead to the extermination of their clan.

Zi Ning could only let Ye Mo leave with tears. She understood that this was merely Qin Ya’s game. Killing Ye Mo wouldn’t satisfy the pleasure within Qin Ya’s heart; only making Ye Mo experience true despair would make her stop.

As for Xiao Yue, she remained unharmed. Qin Ya didn’t kill her because she wanted to see Xiao Yue in pain; hurting Ye Mo’s women was also a source of pleasure for her.

"Now, none of the clans dare to accept me. Seeing me is like seeing a bad omen."

Ye Mo stood at the summit, looking out into the distant skies, feeling a profound sense of helplessness.

Three years have passed since the battle with Qin Ya, and it took him a full two years to recuperate enough to walk like a normal person.

However, when he once again felt the urge to cultivate, those clans promptly shut him out.

He knew Qin Ya aimed to drive him into an extreme corner entirely, and bit by bit, his confidence was eroded. His spirit was broken, and he couldn’t communicate with Hong Ling, Talisman Fatty, or the Dragon God, let alone use their power.

He had now truly become a useless person, one that no one dared to approach.

Though his heart held discontent, Ye Mo seemed to gradually accept this life. Being alone, unrestrained, was not bad at all—it required no scheming against others or caring about others’ gazes.

Of course, Ye Mo’s greatest regret was not marrying Xiao Yue. That would remain his lifelong regret. Perhaps, when Qin Ya tires of this game, she would destroy the Lingwu Continent.

Ye Mo shook his head; stopping Qin Ya was beyond his capability now.

He turned and left, no longer bearing his past exuberance. His face had aged considerably, and his long black hair was terribly messy; even those who knew Ye Mo might not recognize him.

Ye Mo had given up on joining a clan; he did not want to harm others. If he concealed his name and identity and cultivated secretly, how would anyone associate him with the renowned Rising Dragon Pillar?

In the bleak autumn wind, Ye Mo walked forlornly through Limestone City, his body hunched over as though he were an elderly man nearing his end. His back would cast a shadow of sadness upon anyone who saw it.

Ye Mo looked up at the statue before him, which recounted the story of his battle with Qin Ya.

He didn’t linger long in the square but returned to the Ye Clan Mansion, which was previously destroyed by Zi Ning but rebuilt under the City Lord’s orders. Yet no one dared to reside within.

Ye Mo pushed open the Ye Clan Mansion’s doors, ready to step inside, when a sharp instinct made him want to immediately leave.

"Young Master, I’ve been waiting here for you for three years. Three years, finally you returned to the Ye Clan Mansion!"

In the courtyard of the Ye Clan Mansion, a slender figure appeared, eyes filled with mist.

"Little Cao, do you wish to kill me? Qin Ya has said that any Martial Artist who contacts me will die—along with me—and I want to live a few more years. You better leave!"

Ye Mo looked at Little Cao’s slightly emaciated figure, and his expression grew more desolate.

"I’ve already abolished my Dantian!"

Little Cao could no longer hold back and broke into sobs: "I abolished my Dantian three years ago. I’m no longer a Martial Artist. I’m not a Martial Artist, so I can stay by the Young Master’s side. Little Cao cannot have the power like Sister Xiao Yue to protect you. Little Cao is just a maid, who only wants to care for the Young Master. In the past, the Young Master was so strong, he didn’t require Little Cao’s care. Now, the Young Master has become a normal person, one that nobody wishes to touch, so what Little Cao can do is take care of the Young Master."

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo’s body trembled slightly—Little Cao had actually abolished her own Dantian just to wait at the Ye Clan Mansion for him. Ye Mo felt deeply moved.

"Little Cao, you really didn’t have to do this. I have become a useless person now, unlike the Young Master I once was, driven to work hard to give you a good life. Staying by the Young Master’s side will only waste your youth."

Ye Mo said.

"Young Master, my youth is meant for caring for the Young Master. I’m not expecting the Young Master to cultivate again, just live an ordinary life for a lifetime and let Little Cao care for you ordinarily for a lifetime, okay?"

In this ordinary care for a lifetime, Ye Mo’s clouded eyes also glistened with tears.

What kind of courage would a maid require to abolish her Dantian for the chance to care for you a lifetime and wait at the Ye Clan Mansion for three years?

"Little Cao, help me inside!"

Ye Mo eventually sighed, forcing a smile. Little Cao nodded heavily, ran forward, and supported Ye Mo into the Ye Clan Mansion.

Back then, Qin Ya abolished Ye Mo’s cultivation as a warning to all powers: any Martial Artist with cultivation must not contact Ye Mo. When this was revealed, even civilians dared not engage with Ye Mo.

Ye Mo crawled out from the Divine Beast Family under everyone’s gaze; immediately, Little Cao conceived the notion of destroying her own Dantian. Moreover, she could predict that Ye Mo would ultimately return to the Ye Clan, the place where he grew up, where life was most unremarkable.

Indeed, Little Cao waited for three years and finally saw Ye Mo. Even if she hadn’t, she would continue waiting—five years, seven years, ten years—as one day she believed Ye Mo would come.

On the walls of the Ye Clan Mansion, aside from Xiao Yue, all the girls were present, even Zi Ning was there. Watching this scene, she was tearful.

"Let Mo’er live this life in peace; he’s carried too much burden in this life! It’s Little Cao that will suffer."

Zi Ning’s eyes grew blurry, recalling the grand wedding from three years ago, and couldn’t help feeling dreamy.

"Aunt Ning, let’s go!"

Mu Wanqing could also sense Zi Ning’s sorrow. Her precious son had met such an end, yet she couldn’t offer any help. Such pain wasn’t bearable by the average person.

"Okay!"

Zi Ning nodded and left the Ye Clan Mansion with the other girls.