The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1269 - 1270: Stolen Heart

"What a massive Space-time Gate!"

Right away, a leader cried out in astonishment.

"Indeed, it’s three times bigger than a normal one. Such a huge Space-time Gate means the Soul origin she summons could let her consolidate it early and hit Half Honor level."

"Unbelievable, those two are total monsters!"

"Look, someone else is opening a Space-time Gate there!"

Another cry echoed, and in a different part of the camp, the amazing sight of calling forth a Space-time Gate unfolded too.

Ye Mo turned his eyes along with the crowd and saw Mu Wanqing summoning a Space-time Gate just as large as Xiao Yue’s. What’s more, she had already done it three times.

"Looks like you’ve all broken through!"

Feng Chu stepped forward slowly, smiling as he spoke.

"Feng Chu, how’s your injury?"

Ye Mo inquired.

"It’s nearly healed. Honestly, I owe thanks to the guy who nearly ended me—it let me fully unlock the Three Mortal Gates in my Divine Demon physique."

Feng Chu replied nonchalantly.

"What? You opened the Three Mortal Gates?"

Ye Mo stood utterly shocked. Unlocking the Three Mortal Gates boosts Mortal Gate power, letting martial artists unleash greater might, yet it demands both outside factors and the warrior’s innate body.

With his Divine Demon body, Feng Chu could naturally unlock the Three Mortal Gates.

Ye Mo’s physique remained ordinary; his arm was merely the Lu Xian arm, still no match for Feng Chu. So far, he’d only opened one Mortal Gate, back in Women City.

Achieving all Three Mortal Gates looked out of reach without a physique like Feng Chu’s Divine Demon body.

"Yes, unlocking the Three Mortal Gates needs the right chance. My realm’s now at Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations too."

Feng Chu nodded.

"They’re even more freakish now. We’ve got six here together; curious about the other four."

Ye Mo remarked calmly.

"Hehe, no need to fret. Yang Suxin and Hsiao Wuqing haven’t hit the battlefield yet. Hsiao Wuqing said she’s scouting the Vanquishing Martial Realm’s terrain. If war erupts, she can respond perfectly."

Feng Chu assured.

Compared to the others, Hsiao Wuqing’s power was weaker, but she played to her strengths by mapping the land. One day, she could turn into Lingwu Continent’s key tactician.

The buzz from their breakthroughs faded, tents got rebuilt. Ye Mo and Xiao Yue returned to theirs.

Xiao Yue’s advance this time was huge. Though she opened the Space-time Gate just once, her Soul origin was three times normal. Maybe four openings would let her fuse it, create a Soul Body, and attain Half Honor.

Ye Mo and Xiao Yue sat in meditation, steadying their fresh strength.

Still, Ye Mo stayed alert—the vision from his Wheel of Reincarnation Seven Transformations breakthrough hinted at looming danger. It suggested a Wraith Camp assassin might target him soon.

As he adjusted his breath and poured mind into scanning, Ye Mo detected nothing. But he kept his guard up.

"Hehe, what a stunning human beauty!"

Abruptly, a soft voice rang. Three meters from Xiao Yue, a white-robed figure materialized, snatching at the air. A red glow burst from her heart into his grip, his face twisting into a smug grin.

"Come here to me, little girl?"

Wen Chichi smirked faintly.

Ye Mo frowned, seeing Xiao Yue’s eyes open slowly, her face blank as she stepped toward Wen Chichi.

"What’s happening?"

Ye Mo froze in shock.

"He’s from the Wraith Land’s mysterious Divine Thief Sect, practicing the Divine Thief Technique. It steals anything, and if he targets you without higher cultivation, it’s gone."

The Wraith Demon Emperor explained.

Hearing that, Ye Mo’s heart dropped. The foe stole Xiao Yue’s heart so easily; killing him might be the only fix.

"Haha, such an exceptional beauty, but duties call now."

Wen Chichi eyed Ye Mo and commented, "Your breakthrough’s impressive. Bet you’ve got some top-tier Cultivation Technique. Let me check it out."

Wen Chichi extended his hand once more, attempting to pluck something, but got nothing—surprise crossed his features.

"What? His cultivation isn’t above mine, so why can’t I take his Cultivation Technique?"

Wen Chichi looked stunned.

Wen Chichi waved it off casually, but Ye Mo felt his Buddha Dharma Method vulnerable, like it could vanish anytime. Yet his Cultivation Technique was exceptional—supreme, inherited from Heavenly King Fojiang, immune to Divine Thief Technique.

"Ye Mo, stay sharp. Can’t nab your Cultivation Technique, so he’ll go for martial pursuits or treasures next. He steals everything—kill him quick. Lose your martial pursuits, and they’re gone forever."

The Wraith Demon Emperor warned once more.

"Hmph!"

Wen Chichi composed himself, snorted, and declared, "Let’s see your other plays. No Cultivation Technique? Fine, I’ll take your martial pursuits first."

With those words, he readied his move and lunged again.

In that moment, Ye Mo countered too, slamming a lethal palm at Wen Chichi.

"Let me steal that strike!"

Wen Chichi changed course, seizing Ye Mo’s assault and erasing it. Then he countered, his palm cloaked in Ye Mo’s own technique, smashing into Ye Mo.

"Hehe, take it back!"

Pop!

The strike landed, hurling Ye Mo backward before he steadied himself mid-air.

"Want to steal? Have a taste then!"

Ye Mo flung his arms, calling forth dozens of Eighth Order Ninth Mastery seals. He swung, unleashing a barrage of assaults on Wen Chichi.

"Not bad, those are Lingwu Continent seals, huh? All mine now!"

Wen Chichi sneered, reaching out again—the flurry from the seals simply disappeared.