61 - The Power of Prophecy?Ye Mo looked in a daze. He could not help pinching his nose at the mess he found himself in. The important guests from the capital were fuming mad, and the disciples of his sect were appalled and in a panic. Although the little boy called Young Master Qing—who was now reintroduced to him as Prince Qing Wu You, a direct descendant of the royal family—was not hurt, there were two assaulted Ye Sect disciples, one even seriously injured. Not only that, a rare high-level array never seen before in the city had been launched within the heart of Ye Sect’s territory. Was there an enemy from the outside, or was there a spy from the inside?When the Purple Plumed General started berating him, he could only lower his

63 - The Funniest Joke I’ve Ever Heard Today! Far north of the Qing Blessed Lands… Beyond the battle fortresses built by the Qing Imperial Family thousands of years ago lay a stretch of war-torn barren land that the soldiers stationed in the northern battalion call the ‘Death Zone’. No plants grew on this land that stretched for miles and miles. The soil had long turned red due to the seemingly never - ending battles that had used this area as their stage, but as the northern region was under a spell of eternal winter, it was rare for the soil to appear aboveground. Most of the time, the Death Zone was a blanket of ice and snow. Beyond the infamous Death Zone was a mountain range dividing human territory from the

65 - The Path of Cultivation of the Ancient Xia Continent   Ye Mo could not understand how a little girl no taller than an adult’s waist could pack so much trouble within that tiny body. He could not remember when was the last time he was this physically and mentally exhausted. As Little Yin tinkered with her communication talisman, Ye Mo escorted her towards the lakeside pavilion where she was asked to meet the members of the Qing Imperial Family. “Old Fogey?” she asked without looking up. “Hmm?” He raised a brow. “What now?” “Can you explain to me the cultivation system of this world?” Ye Mo felt weirded out by her words. “You sound like you aren’t of this world.”

67 - Teaching Qing Wu You (1) Ye Mo was sitting on pins and needles at the moment. As a subject of the Qing Imperial Family, as a mere elder of a third-rate sect, he knew better than to act like LittleYin at the moment, who was merrily munching on the sweet buns at the table.Little Yin was a kid. With her mysterious background and given the support of Prince Qing Wu You, her behavior would be excused. But him, this poor old guy...At the moment, one wrong move and any of these Qings could yell, “Off with his head!” and the Ye Patriarch might even volunteer to do it. From what he’s hearing, he realized that Little Yin seemed to have taken the young prince as her subordinate. Of course, the Purple Plumed

69 - Injected with Chicken Blood “A Yin Spiritual Body, the same as me!” Yin announced with her chin up, her words reverberating like thunder in one’s ears. She could only smirk at the dumbfounded listeners. Ye Mo was still all right; he looked surprised, that’s all. Qing Wu You, on the other hand, appeared as if he’s been injected with chicken blood (1). Even his loyal servant beside him mirrored his look. At this moment, Qing Wu You was no lofty prince nor temperate young master; he looked very much his age--just a child. “Do you understand what’s the problem now?” Yin continued as she pointed at Qing Wu You. “Brat, not only did you fail to recognize your natural talents, you even looked down on a Yin Spiritual Body! How can you b