The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 485: Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber

Chapter 485: Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber

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

“You know me?” the woman asked, emotionless. “If you save me, even bring me out of the Desolate Ancient World, I will be yours. I’ll do anything for you.”

“What should I do to save you?” Ye Mo asked.

He didn’t know if this woman was a friend or foe. Since he knew nothing, he decided to find out more about what was going on.

“I’m greatly afraid of fire,” the woman replied, still emotionless. “You have to remove the lava on top of the blood pool for me, then I’ll be able to leave.”

“Why were you imprisoned here in the first place?” Ye Mo asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve been locked in here from the moment I woke up. If you break me out of here, I will be yours.”

“Cough, cough,” an aged voice rang out in the room. “She was dead. I took pity on her and resurrected her.”

A white-haired old woman walked out of the Blood Palace. She held a crutch, walking unsteadily, body stooped low.

She looked incredibly old, arms so withered they looked more like branches of a tree, only a few wisps of white hair left on her head.

Her crutch looked like a long saber.

Ye Mo was shocked by the appearance of the old woman. If the bloody woman before him was so beautiful she could cause the downfall of nations, this old woman was so ugly she could scare people to death.

“And who might you be?” Ye Mo was on alert. He tightened his grip on the Sky Blood Spear.

This place was too weird. First the bloody woman, then this old crone.

“You don’t need to know who this old crone is,” the old woman said. “Knowing and not knowing is meaningless. This old woman only hopes you can bring the girl out. Although she’s been resurrected, her body lacks the Yang energy. She needs exposure to the light of day. Only then will she be able to recover and regain her human emotions.”

“Resurrection?” Ye Mo asked in astonishment. “Is that possible?”

“How hard can resurrection be?” the old woman muttered. “I was by her side when she died.”

“Why were the two of you imprisoned here?” Ye Mo kept asking questions. “And why were the two of you in the Desolate Ancient World in the first place?”

“When I found her, she was already dead,” the old woman explained. “While resurrecting her, I was able to read some of her memories before her death. She was killed trying to save a man called Ye Qing.”

“Ye Qing? Father?” Ye Mo was shaken. He fixed his gaze on the woman. “After a full recovery, will she regain her memories as well?”

“Of course she will,” the old woman gave a bizarre smile. “Moreover, she’ll be your woman and will obey you alone. She will do anything for you.”

Ye Mo furrowed his brows and stretched his palm in the woman’s direction. The Light of Glorious Sun spread out of his palm and enveloped the woman. Her completely pale face regained a reddish tint. Her eyes turned lively.

“Is that...Light of Glorious Sun?” the old woman exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yes, it is.” Ye Mo nodded.

“I didn’t think you’d inherited the Light of Glorious Sun.” The old woman rested one of her hands on her crutch. “That’s surprising. Before long, she will recover fully.”

After about an hour of the woman bathing in the Light of Glorious Sun, Ye Mo started running out of energy.

“Senior, how much longer will this take?” Ye Mo furrowed his brows.

“Almost there,” the old woman answered. She stepped unsteadily toward the woman. Her withered hand reached out, landing on the woman’s body.

The woman’s body started to twist and warp, the old woman’s skin started to turn smooth and fair.

“Ye Mo, she’s using the bloody woman as a medium to regain her own youth,” Hong Ling cried. “She must be the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber!”

Ye Mo trusted Hong Ling completely. He lifted his Sky Blood Spear and stabbed at the old woman.

The Sky Blood Spear struck the old woman in the chest, but a spherical bloody barrier appeared at the surface of her skin, protecting her from his attack. When Ye Mo’s Sky Blood Spear hit the barrier, it rippled but didn’t break.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk,” the woman tutted. “Finally, my day has arrived. I’m free. And as a bonus, I’ve even met the inheritor of the Light of Glorious Sun.”

The bloody woman was finally completely absorbed by the old woman. The old woman’s body was no longer crooked. She stood perfectly straight, while her hair started growing. Now she only looked around 50. She slammed her crutch on the ground, revealing its true form, a crimson saber. The crimson saber looked sinister, and it emanated an extremely powerful aura.

“Young man, I was planning to have you bring the girl out to get some daylight before having you to bring her back so I can recover my youth,” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber said with a smile. “I didn’t think you’d inherited the Light of Glorious Sun.”

“So this is just a trap to recover your youth?” Ye Mo struggled to regain his calm. He didn’t think he could fall into a trick like this. “And you just made up the story about the woman?”

“No, no, everything is true, except the part where she can recover after being exposed to daylight,” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber said. This plan is very important for me to regain my youth.”

“Now that you have, what do you intend to do?” Ye Mo asked, his face filled with fear. The Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber was far more powerful than anyone he had met. If the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber intended to kill him, he had no chance.

“Young man, you must be one of the disciples participating in the Desolate Ancient World trial, right?” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber asked. “Leave, and don’t tell anyone that you have met me here. Got it?”

“Hu!”

Ye Mo heaved a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber intended to kill him. Hearing her words, he was relieved.

“Many thanks, Saint Ancestor.” Ye Mo cupped his fists into a salute before turning to leave. The only thing he wanted was to leave immediately. He didn’t dare linger around a person like this.

“Young man, wait a moment.” Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber stopped Ye Mo.

“What can I do for you, Saint Ancestor?” Ye Mo asked with his fists cupped.

“Don’t be nervous, young man. I only tricked you because I had no other options,” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber said. “It’s not like you only decided to help her because you were lusting after her beauty, right?”

“Lusting after her beauty?” Ye Mo rubbed his head and answered helplessly, “Saint Ancestor, I only helped her because the person she saved in the past was my father.”

“I see,” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber muttered before taking out a gourd from her dimensional bracelet. She tossed the gourd to Ye Mo and said, “Looks like you are not an evil person. Since you helped me, this shall be your reward. May it help you survive this trial.”

Ye Mo received the gourd. It was extremely heavy. He cupped his fists at the Saint Ancestor before leaving.

“What an interesting young man,” the Saint Ancestor Bloodsaber muttered. Hopefully, we’ll meet again someday.”

She waved the crimson saber. A crack appeared in midair. She leaped into the opening before it started slowly closing up again. The palace collapsed behind her.