The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 7: Xiao Cao

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xiao Cao was Uncle Fu’s granddaughter, a very cute and sensible girl only one year younger than Ye Mo.

Uncle Fu’s son and daughter-in-law racked up a large debt from their gambling habits, which resulted in them being horrifically beaten to death.

Xiao Cao was nearly sold to the brothel after her parents’ demise, but fortunately, Uncle Fu arrived at the scene just in time. As the Ye Clan was a distinguished clan, he was able to save Xiao Cao from her horrible fate. Xiao Cao had been staying at the Ye Clan complex ever since and served as Ye Mei’s servant.

Xiao Cao would always make garments for Ye Mo; most of the clothes and shoes he owned were made by her.

Ye Mo and Xiao Cao had known each other since their childhood so they had a very tight knit friendship.

“Uncle Fu, what happened? What happened to Xiao Cao?” Ye Mo asked urgently.

“Xiao Cao knew you’ve been feeling quite down recently, so she wanted to surprise you with some new clothes. She even asked me to keep it a secret. But just as she arrived here to give you the clothes, Ye Ming appeared in the fields within the Ye Clan complex’s backyard and blocked her way. Not only did he tear the clothes to shreds, he even physically assaulted her. He said if you don’t show up now, he will beat her to death,” Uncle Fu said with tears in his eyes. Xiao Cao was his only family.

Ye Mo furrowed his brows. Ye Ming evidently did this to Xiao Cao because of him. Ye Mo said, “Uncle Fu, you should report this to Ye Mei. As Xiao Cao is her servant, she will most likely interfere. I’ll go find Xiao Cao right now.”

Without a moment to lose, Ye Mo ran towards the fields. Since he beat up Ye Xiaotian, Ye Ming’s actions were clearly an attempt to get back at him.

Although Ye Ming did not have much natural talent, he was still someone who had unlocked four of his Gates. Among those who were still in the Corporeal Strengthening Realm, he was considered the strongest ones. Ye Mo might have had dragon power as an advantage, but his speed was below Ye Ming’s. If Ye Mo had opened his Mind Gate, he might have stood a chance.

Nevertheless, Ye Mo had no time to mull over things now. Xiao Cao was Uncle Fu’s granddaughter and someone he considered his little sister. He had no other option but to save her.

A servant girl being beaten to death was not an uncommon occurrence in the Ye Clan.

As Ye Mo worried about all of this, he realized that he had already arrived at the fields. Ye Ming stood there, an arrogant grin on his face, and behind him was the silhouette of a cowering young girl, Xiao Cao. Ye Mo noticed the blood stains on Xiao Cao’s face and began to feel his blood boil with rage.

Xiao Cao was merely a civilian with no powers. This kind of beating would take a huge toll on her body.

On the other hand, Ye Ming, a member of the Main House, would not suffer any serious consequences even if he killed Xiao Cao. Standing behind Ye Ming was Ye Xiaotian, his hands bound with fresh bandages, his face twisted with savagery.

Ye Ming took one look at Ye Mo and sneered. “I can’t believe you really came to die. Xiaotian, what say you?”

“If you want this little servant girl to live, I want you to break your own four limbs and lick my toes,” Ye Xiaotian said, and with that, he kicked off his shoe and dug his feet into the mud.

“Young master Ye Mo, don’t worry about me! You’re a man of status in this family, whereas I am only a servant,” cried Xiao Cao as she mustered up her remaining strength, her delicate features marred by blood stains and her slightly hollowed cheeks.

“Ye Ming, beating up an unarmed servant girl, don’t you have any shame?” said Ye Mo coldly.

“Shame? You beat up Xiaotian, which is equal to you beating me up. In our clan, no one crosses me,” said Ye Ming, who lifted a foot and slammed it down onto Xiao Cao’s face. He continued, “Xiaotian, step forward and let him lick your toes. If he refuses, I will smash this girl’s brains out.”

He wanted really badly to humiliate Ye Mo. The sheer audacity of this garbage! How dare he walk all over them! He must have a death wish.

“Hehe, thank you brother Ye Ming!” Ye Xiaotian said, gleefully stepping forward.

“Ye Mo, hurry up and lick this. Otherwise she will die.”

“Don’t do it!”, Xiao Cao said weakly as she curled up into a ball.

Ye Mo clenched his fists and stared at Ye Ming and Ye Xiaotian with burning rage, and then spat out, “Fine, I’ll lick it!”

Ye Mo slowly approached Ye Xiaotian and knelt down before him, his right hand having already stored up the power of one dragon. Ye Xiaotian grinned smugly at Ye Mo, and Ye Ming had a similar expression on his face, as if he was watching a farce.

“Hahaha, Ye Mo, weren’t you so arrogant before? Weren’t you saying how you would beat me every time you saw me?” Ye Xiaotian taunted, snickering with glee.

“Lick it!”

Ye Mo hung his head low. As he narrowed his eyes, a glint appeared in the air. He grabbed Ye Xiaotian’s leg and applied some light pressure. The crisp noise of breaking bones resounded as the two stones of strength made their way onto his leg, causing Ye Xiaotian to cry in pain.

Ye Ming’s face grew dark. He had not predicted that Ye Mo would dare to fight back. Not only was Ye Mo’s skill much inferior to his, he also had a hostage.

Ye Mo pulled Ye Xiaotian up, and before Ye Ming could react, he hurled Ye Xiaotian like he was throwing a weapon at Ye Ming. Ye Ming caught Ye Xiaotian, who was already unconscious. Ye Ming was caught off guard by the power of the attack and lost his footing for a moment.

Ye Mo rushed towards Xiao Cao, picked her up and ran away as quickly as his legs could carry him.

“Escape? You wish!” Ye Ming quickly put Ye Xiaotian down and ran towards Ye Mo with explosive force.

Windward Dash!

A martial technique of mid-grade spiritual level in Ye Clan, suitable for those below the Spirit Cultivating Realm. If performed correctly, one’s body could transform into a gust of strong wind, greatly increasing their speed.

As Ye Ming had opened the Gates in his two legs, his speed was already faster than that of Ye Mo’s. Coupled with Windward Dash, he caught up to Ye Mo within the blink of an eye. His hand shot towards Ye Mo’s head.

“Die!” Two channels of dragon power were completely absorbed by the Gate on Ye Mo’s right hand. He turned around and aimed his fist towards Ye Ming and channeled all four stones of strength into Ye Ming’s arm, causing a loud collision of fist and palm .

Ye Ming’s face was drained of all color as the pain rippled up his arm, causing him to fly backwards and fall onto the ground with a loud thud. His face was contorted in pain.

“All of you, come out and beat Ye Mo to death!” Ye Min shouted and grasped his injured arm as he tried to suppress the pain.

With that, the five servants that had hide in the bushes beforehand swiftly formed a ring around Ye Mo, trapping him. These five servants had all opened at least three to four Gates, and among them, one had already ascended into the Spirit Cultivating Realm. All five servants held a wooden baton.

One of the servants swung at Ye Mo’s head with their baton, the baton making whipping sounds as it slashed through the air. Clearly, it was a rather powerful weapon.

Wham!

Ye Mo’s right fist intercepted the blow, but the baton did not crack into two. In fact, the impact sent tremors down his right hand.

The baton was a Mortal Weapon!

Weapons also had ranks. In ascending order of power were: Mortal Weapons, Magic Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Bejewelled Weapons, Celestial Weapons, Immortal Weapons, and Legendary Artifacts. Mortal Weapons and Magic Weapons were both rather common, and although Mortal Weapons could not be infused with Yuanli, they were extremely durable. Most normal weapons would have broken ages ago.

“Don’t just stand there! Keep beating him!”

Apart from the servant, who had already reached Spirit Cultivating Realm, all of the others continued to mercilessly beat Ye Mo with their batons. Ye Mo’s left hand was holding Xiao Cao, and with four people around him, he could only use his right hand to shield the attacks.

It was true that as long as the Energy Center was intact, any injury would lead to recovery with good treatment. However, if the head was under substantial damage, it might cause mental retardation or other similar issues.

Whack! Whack!

The batons continuously pounded on Ye Mo’s right arm, and the dragon power within him also began to slowly fade away.

“Oh no! I’ve used up my dragon power.” Once the dragon power was depleted, Yuanli surged into the right hand Gate, replenishing Ye Mo’s energy. But how could Yuanli alone resist the attacks of multiple Mortal Weapons?

Whack!

Another hit him, sending Ye Mo falling straight to the ground.