Strongest Abandoned Son Chapter 1: Is My Doodle Alright?

Translator: Tim Editor: Tehrn / Carolin

Ye Mo, Ye Mo, are you okay? Get up fast, class is starting soon. It's Merciless Ice's lesson—hurry and rise!” An anxious voice sounded right by Ye Mo's ear, leaving him with a peculiar sensation.

“This fool probably lacks the shame to face people, hiding his face like that,” mocked a different voice, but by then, Ye Mo was fully alert.

Bewildered, Ye Mo glanced around. No familiar faces anywhere, just a crowd of strangers encircling him.

Spotting Ye Mo's dazed look, another burst of laughter exploded. Clearly, all the jeers aimed straight at him. With the whole room mocking him, he held off on asking questions, remaining cautious against any possible attack.

Ye Mo turned to the classmate next to him—the only one not laughing, the same guy who had roused him earlier.

“Where am I? Who are you? Why does this seem like a classroom?” Ye Mo questioned in shock.

“Haha...” Laughter erupted once more.

“Ye Mo, you're so furious you've gone stupid. You think Yan Yan is someone to send a love letter to? It might've been fine if you were still with the Ye Family, but you're not anymore. Watch yourself next time. English class is up next, with teacher Yun Bing[1]. Don't let her spot you,” his deskmate murmured into his ear. The whisper was so faint only Ye Mo caught it, revealing the guy's own nervousness.

“I truly can't recall anything. That headache hit hard earlier, and I've lost many memories,” Ye Mo said helplessly.

His deskmate let out a sigh. Naturally, he didn't buy that Ye Mo forgot it all in moments; he assumed Ye Mo was just preserving face, still not grasping he was no longer the Ye Family's Ye Mo.

All of a sudden, a sharp throb pierced Ye Mo's head. He recalled crafting the Energy Returning pill alongside his master Luo Ying when those scoundrels from the Western Flow Group launched their assault, unleashing chaos with blasts and clashes. Then, his master scooped him up and triggered an escape paper charm. Yet how had he ended up here? Was this still the Luo Yue Continent?

On top of that, he sat here unscathed, but what of his master? She was merely three years his senior, and the Western Flow Group's attack stemmed from her breathtaking beauty. Their young master craved her hand in marriage, only to face rejection—that sparked the deadly conflict.

Should his master have fallen into the Western Flow Group's clutches, the outcome would be unthinkable. This thought overwhelmed Ye Mo with dread, prompting him to leap to his feet.

“What's the matter? Haven't you heard the class bell ring?” A stern young woman with a frosty expression strode to the podium, clutching several books. Her piercing glare swept over the snickering students, silencing them instantly. Everyone knew Yun Bing handled this English class and loathed any disruptions. If she fixed her sights on someone, trouble was guaranteed.

Ye Mo had sensed something off already. Though he understood the language, it clearly wasn't his old tongue. Had Luo Yue Continent vanished? Frowning as he sought answers, another headache surged, flooding him with memories.

Ye Mo belonged to the Ye Family's third generation. His father, Ye Wentian, died two years prior, and he knew nothing of his mother. Following his father's death, exile from the Ye Family followed; a DNA test proved he wasn't Ye Wentian's blood son.

Still, he remembered his sister Ye Ling and brother Ye Zifeng. Sadly, they shared only his father, not his mother. Three years back, foreseeing Ye Mo's banishment, his father had his grandfather arrange a betrothal with the Ning Family. Aware of his frail health, Ye Wentian sought security for Ye Mo, targeting Beijing's Ning Family.

Eager for ties to one of China's top five families, the Ning Family eagerly agreed. Their patriarch promised his granddaughter to Ye Mo. Back then, at just 21, Ning Qingxue reigned as the capital's most stunning beauty.

At that moment, Ye Mo had turned into a calamity for the Ye Family, and the cause was straightforward. During a single hospital examination, it was revealed that Ye Mo suffered from congenital impotence. Simply put, he was incapable of fathering children. Even though the Ye Family went to great lengths to hide this issue, overnight, everyone in the capital seemed aware of it. One of China's five major families, the Ye Family, now bore the disgrace of having a congenitally impotent heir, stripping away much of their prestige.

'Argh...' As his memories resurfaced to this moment, Ye Mo cried out in torment and jumped to his feet. He nearly yanked off his pants right away to inspect himself. He grasped that he might have reincarnated into another body named Ye Mo, but the true nightmare was his inability to have sex. He'd choose death over enduring that fate.

'You! What's your name? How dare you yell in my class?! Report to my office after class!' The beautiful teacher, disrupted by Ye Mo's outburst, flew into a fury.

The other students in the classroom stifled chuckles and sneaky laughs. Regularly summoning a college student to her office was a tactic unique to this English teacher. Besides, failing to show up risked damaging one's grades.

Ye Mo sank back into his seat in despair. Though unclear on the rivalries among elite families, he suspected his banishment from the Ye Family stemmed from his impotence rather than doubts over his blood ties to his father. Moreover, who could say what tampering occurred with the DNA test results?

Being cast out of the Ye Family troubled Ye Mo not one bit; he held no attachment to it. His genuine concerns lay with his impotence and the fate of his master, Luo Ying.

Now, he comprehended the reason his classmates mocked him. The prior soul in this body, already expelled from the Ye Family, had pursued the class's most stunning girl, Yan Yan. In the end, she plastered his love letter across the blackboard, positioned herself on the podium with utter disdain, and sneered: 'Young Master Ye, would you be able to get it on in bed with me?'

That explained why the entire class ridiculed him. The original Ye Mo had likely perished from the sheer humiliation. Goading an impotent man into bed was akin to slapping him across the face. Though it wasn't him personally, Ye Mo's expression darkened all the same.

He glanced at the girl named Yan Yan. Her figure was strikingly voluptuous; yet, that slutty demeanor filled Ye Mo with profound disgust. He failed to grasp why this body's former owner chased after her. After brief reflection, Ye Mo pieced it together: while still part of the Ye Family, everyone fawned over him—including Yan Yan. But once his impotence news leaked, desperate to save face by landing a girlfriend, he never imagined her turning on him so viciously. Overwhelmed by the shame, he collapsed, enabling the present Ye Mo's reincarnation.

To think he reborn into such a spot; not a single word from the gorgeous teacher on stage made sense to him. After sorting his memories, his face grew grim. Setting aside the impotence issue, the extreme scarcity of Heaven and Earth spiritual Qi here was utterly unacceptable. This world offered no ground for cultivation. Could he truly meet his end on a planet called Earth?

Continuing at this university held no relevance anymore. Urgently, he needed to grasp his current plight. His impotence had tarnished the Ye Family's name. Though exiled, would assassins come for him unannounced? Other factors might have led to his ousting as well. Above all, was he safe right now?

When class concluded, Ye Mo bolted from the school gates without delay, ignoring the summons to the teacher's office. He had to locate somewhere private to examine himself and confirm if the impotence was real.

Luckily, Ning Hai University brimmed with nearby alleys. Ye Mo dashed into a forsaken one and swiftly dropped his pants.

His manhood was tiny indeed, yet Ye Mo felt no letdown over its size. On the contrary, a profound sigh of relief escaped him. He wasn't congenitally impotent. The minuscule stature had merely obstructed a meridian's proper growth, mimicking impotence. Prior to cultivating on the Luo Yue Continent, he excelled as a medical authority, diagnosing the issue at a mere glance.

Sadly, Earth's present-day technology made it impossible to unblock this obstructed meridian, but that posed no challenge for Ye Mo. Though he lacked the skill to force it open right now, reaching the third stage of Chi Gathering would allow the meridian to unlock naturally.

Yet disappointment started creeping back into Ye Mo's mind. Spirit Chi was extremely rare on Earth, turning the climb to the 3rd stage of Chi Gathering into a monumental struggle. He might never even get close over his whole life, leaving his impotence permanent. With a heavy sigh, Ye Mo reached to fasten his pants. Then, a piercing scream rattled his core.

“Scumbag!!” The shrill cry came from a woman's voice, echoing right in front of Ye Mo. Moments before, he'd been totally fixated on examining his manhood, neglecting to check his surroundings. He hadn't realized the alley curved deeper ahead, out of his sight.

Ye Mo wasn't an exhibitionist. Besides, he had nothing worth displaying anyway. He swiftly tugged up his pants, preparing to flee the scene.

“Ye Mo, is that you?” Following her shout, the woman spoke in a tone full of shock. It was clear she recognized Ye Mo.

1: Yun Bing means “ice cloud”.