The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Ye Mo’s talent was definitely terrifying. With the experience he gained from the first try, he used up to 43 Dragon Energies to counter the mind attack for his second try. He looked at the Heavenly Frost Charm in his hand and smiled.

“Man Qi,” Ye Mo smirked, “this charm is specially made for you.

He kept both of the charms in his pocket. His energy was depleted, yet he wasn’t the average warrior. Most couldn’t even get past the first stage. Even if they could begin to draw on the blank charm, their soul would be instantly frozen by the mind attack.

Ye Mo walked out from the secret chamber with a huge smile on his face. He arrived at the Xiao mansion’s training ground where a few disciples were enhancing their techniques, and Xiao Pojun was one of them. He’d already reached the Spirit Cultivating Second Realm and was training with two First Realm disciples. Ye Mo took a glance at them and was about to leave the mansion with both of his hands rested behind his head.

“Ye Mo, where are you going?” one of the older disciples asked as he noticed Ye Mo walked past them casually. His name was Xiao Mu, a Spirit Cultivating Seventh Realm warrior who has missed the chance to join the Limestone Champion List Tournament.

“I’m heading out for a while,” Ye Mo replied.

“I still don’t get why our clan leader would go to such length to protect you,” Xiao Mu said. “He and his madame would even risk destroying the whole clan just to keep you safe. And yet you still have the time to go out as the big fight is near?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely repay the favor they’d shown me,” Ye Mo said. “I already have a way to defeat Man Qi.”

“What did you just say?” Xiao Mu asked with his eyes widened as the other disciples looked at Ye Mo in disbelief.

“Yup, just make sure all of you are there to cheer for me when the fight comes,” Ye Mo said.

“Brother Xiao Mu, why don’t you test him?” one of the disciples said. “The energy he’s giving out is only on the Fourth Realm. How could he defeat an Energy Shaping First Realm warrior?”

Xiao Mu nodded and readied his stance. But before he could do anything, Ye Mo had already landed in front of him at an astonishing speed.

“You don’t have to test me,” Ye Mo said. “My strength is not something any of you could cope with. If any of you really want to challenge me, then come at me during the tournament.”

After finishing his sentence, Ye Mo turned and left. It was natural for the Xiao clan’s disciples to feel a little resentful towards Ye Mo as he was an outsider who had gained the favor of the clan head.

Ye Mo left the Xiao mansion and headed straight towards the city plaza where the tournament would be held in three days. Notices for the tournament were usually placed there.

A huge number of warriors were crowding around the notice board when Ye Mo arrived in the plaza. Eight Qingyun Alliance Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm disciples were maintaining order in front of the board, each of them holding their nose high up.    You’re reading on NovelFull .Tks!

It was as if they were looking at the warriors below them with disgust, as if they came from the slums.

“Stop pushing, you morons!” one of the QIngyun disciples said. “We’ll put up the notice after all of you have shown your gratitude for having us here!”

The disciples’ intention was clear. He wanted the warriors to present him with gifts before he showed the notice to them. Whenever disciples from one of the Three Major Alliances went out for the mission, they would always look for ways to earn money and fame so they could get their hands on more training resources.

“What do you want?” one of the warriors gathered around the plaza asked.

“Pills, Purple Gold pieces!” the disciple said. “You don’t expect us to return empty-handed, do you? It’s normal for people to pay for information.”

“Then how many pills do you need?” Ye Mo smirked at the disciple who seemed to be the leader. He was thin and looked like he had had a luxurious life up until then.

The crowd instantly noticed Ye Mo’s voice and made a path out for him. Ever since Ye Mo made his name in the Resource Battle, people began to notice his presence in the city. Even though he was a Spirit Cultivating Fourth Realm warrior, the whole city knew he was much stronger than that.

“Looks like you are smarter than the others,” the leader said. “Since we have eight people here, how ’bout 20 Stabilizing Pills each?”

It would’ve totaled up to 160 Stabilizing Pills if each of the Qingyun disciples was to get 20 pills. Only warriors from the Big Clans in the Limestone City could produce such a huge amount.

“160 Stabilizing Pills? Are you trying to rob us dry?” one of the warriors shouted angrily.

“160 is such a small amount. Don’t tell me you guys don’t have that much?” The leader laughed. “Well, a useless village will always be a useless village. Looks like the top five of the tournament will also be trash. All of you are destined to be surpassed by warriors from other cities.”

The other seven disciples all laughed along with their leader’s jeers.

“Don’t get too cocky!” Leng Feng shouted in rage.

“Hm?!” The leader gasped. “I’ve never thought that there would be a Spirit Cultivating Seventh Realm warrior here. Not bad. But that doesn’t hide the fact that you’re still trash from the countryside with no future.”

“You!” Leng Feng tried to bite back but swallowed his words. No one in the crowd dared to go against all eight Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm disciples that were standing on the stage. Any one of them could wipe all of the participants out.

“What? If you don’t like this, then anyone of you can challenge me to a one on one fight,” the leader said. “We’ll put up the notice if any one of you wins against me.”

“160 Stabilizing Pills is not much,” Ye Mo said as he took out 160 pills from his dimensional bracelet and stored them in a pouch. “Here’s 160 Stabilizing Pills. Take it.”

“What a smart fellow,” the leader praised and extended his arm to take the pouch. “Looks like you’re only a Fourth Realm, but if you manage to get yourself into the Qingyun Alliance, you can come under my wing.”

Yet before he could take the pouch, he could feel himself being kicked in the chest. When everyone came to their senses, the chest of the leader had caved in.