
Xiao Cao was the granddaughter of Uncle Fu, a very cute and wise girl only one year younger than Ye Mo.
Uncle Fu's son-in-law and daughter-in-law had huge debts from their gambling habits, which resulted in them being horribly beaten to death.
Xiao Cao was almost sold to a brothel after the death of his parents, but fortunately, Uncle Fu arrived at the scene just in time. Since the Ye Clan was a leading clan, he was able to save Xiao Cao from his bad luck. Xiao Cao had been living in the Ye Clan compound ever since and served as Ye Mei's servant.

Xiao Cao would always make clothes for Ye Mo; most of the clothes and shoes he had were made by him.
Ye Mo and Xiao Cao had known each other since childhood so they had a close friendship.
“Uncle Fu, what happened? What happened to Xiao Cao?” Ye Mo asked urgently.
“Xiao Cao knows you are feeling very sad lately, so he wants to surprise you with some new clothes. He even asked me to keep it a secret. But just as he arrived here to give you clothes, Ye Ming appeared in the fields in the backyard of the Ye Clan compound and blocked his path. Not only did he tear off his clothes, he even attacked him physically. He said if you don't show up now, he will beat him to death, ” Uncle Fu said with tears in his eyes. Xiao Cao is his only family.
Ye Mo furrowed his brows. Ye Ming turned out to do this to Xiao Cao because of him. Ye Mo said, “Uncle Fu, you should report this to Ye Mei. Since Xiao Cao was his servant, he would most likely interfere. I'll go find Xiao Cao now.”
Without wasting any time, Ye Mo ran towards the fields. Ever since he beat up Ye Xiaotian, Ye Ming's actions were definitely an attempt to avenge him.
Although Ye Ming did not possess much natural talent, he was still someone who had opened his four Stations. Among those who were still in the Body Strengthening Realm, he was considered the strongest. Ye Mo might have dragon power as an advantage, but his speed was below Ye Ming. If Ye Mo had opened the Gate of his Mind, he might have had a chance.
Nevertheless, Ye Mo did not have time to think about things now. Xiao Cao is the granddaughter of Uncle Fu and someone he considers to be his younger sister. He had no choice but to save her.
A servant girl being beaten to death was not an unusual occurrence in the Ye Clan.
As Ye Mo was worrying about all this, he realized that he had arrived at the field. Ye Ming stood there, an arrogant grin on his face, and behind him was the silhouette of a young girl trembling in fear, Xiao Cao. Ye Mo looked at the bloodstains on Xiao Cao's face and began to feel his blood boiling in anger.
Xiao Cao was just a civilian with no strength. This kind of blow would severely harm his body.
On the other hand, Ye Ming, a member of the Main House, would not suffer serious consequences even if he killed Xiao Cao. Standing behind Ye Ming was Ye Xiaotian, his hands tied with new bandages, his face twisted with savagery.
Ye Ming looked at Ye Mo once and sneered. “I can't believe you really came to die. Xiaotian, what do you think?”
"If you want this little servant girl to live, I want you to break all four of your own limbs and lick my toes," Ye Xiaotian said, and with that, she said, he kicked his shoes and dug his feet into the mud.
“Young master Ye Mo, don't worry about me! You are a man of status in this family, whereas I am only a servant,” shouted Xiao Cao as he gathered the rest of his strength, his delicate face stained with bloodstains and his slightly sunken cheeks.
"Ye Ming, beating up an unarmed servant girl, aren't you ashamed?" ye Mo said coldly.
"Thy? You beat up Xiaotian, the same as you beat me up. In our clan, no one passed me, ” said Ye Ming, who raised one leg and slammed it into Xiao Cao's face. He continued, “Xiaotian, step forward and let him lick your toes. If she refuses, I'll destroy this girl's brain.”
He was eager to humiliate Ye Mo. The courage of this trash! How dare he walk on them! He must have a death wish.
"Hehe, thank you brother Ye Ming!" Ye Xiaotian said, happily stepping forward.
“Ye Mo, hurry and lick this. Otherwise, he will die.”

“Don't do that!”, Xiao Cao said weakly as he curled up into a ball.
Ye Mo clenched his fists and looked at Ye Ming and Ye Xiaotian with a burning fury, and then spat out, "Alright, I'll lick it!"
Ye Mo slowly approached Ye Xiaotian and kneeled in front of him, his right hand had stored the power of one dragon. Ye Xiaotian smirked in satisfaction at Ye Mo, and Ye Ming had the same expression on his face, as if he was watching a joke.
"Lick it!"
Ye Mo lowered his head. As he narrowed his eyes, a glint appeared in the air. He grabbed Ye Xiaotian's leg and exerted a bit of pressure. The crisp sound of broken bones echoed as two power stones walked up to his feet, causing Ye Xiaotian to cry out in pain.
Ye Ming's face turned dark. He did not expect that Ye Mo would dare to fight back. Not only was Ye Mo's skill much inferior to her, he also had hostages.
Ye Mo pulled Ye Xiaotian up, and before Ye Ming could react, he threw 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 force of the attack and lost his footing for a moment.
Ye Mo rushed towards Xiao Cao, picked him up and ran away as fast as his feet could carry him.
"escaped? You wish!" Ye Ming quickly lowered Ye Xiaotian and dashed towards Ye Mo with explosive force.
Run Wind!
The middle-class spiritual-level martial technique in the Ye Clan, was suitable for those under the Spirit Cultivation Realm. If done correctly, one's body could turn into a gust of strong wind, greatly increasing its speed.
As Ye Ming had opened the Gate with both feet, his speed was already faster than Ye Mo's speed. Coupled with Windward Dash, he chased after Ye Mo in the blink of an eye. His hand shot towards Ye Mo's head.
"Dead!" The two channels of dragon power were fully absorbed by the Gate in Ye Mo's right hand. He turned around and pointed his fist towards Ye Ming and channeled the four power stones into Ye Ming's arm, causing a violent fist and palm collision.
Ye Ming's face was drained of all colors as pain ran through his arm, causing him to fly backwards and fall to the ground with a loud bang. His face was crinkling with pain.
"All of you, come out and beat Ye Mo to death!" Ye Min shouted and clasped his injured arm as he tried to suppress his pain.
With that, the five maids hiding in the bushes earlier quickly formed a ring around Ye Mo, trapping him. These five maids had all opened at least three to four Gates, and among them, one had ascended to the Spirit Cultivation Realm. The five servants were holding wooden sticks.
One of the maids swung their baton at Ye Mo's head, the stick let out a whip sound as it slashed through the air. Obviously, it was a rather powerful weapon.
Hit it!
Ye Mo's right fist intercepted the punch, but his staff did not crack in half. In fact, the impact made his right hand tremble.
That wand is a mortal Weapon!
Weapons also have a rank. In order of strength are: Mortal Weapons, Magic Weapons, Spirit Weapons, Bejeweled Weapons, Heavenly Weapons, Eternal Weapons, and Legendary Artifacts. Mortal Weapons and Magic Weapons were both rather common, and although Mortal Weapons could not be impregnated with Yuanli, they were extremely durable. Most normal weapons would have been damaged centuries ago.
“Don't just stand there! Keep hitting him!”
Apart from the servants, who had reached the Spirit Cultivation Realm, all the others continued to mercilessly defeat Ye Mo with their sticks. Ye Mo's left hand held onto Xiao Cao, and with the four people around him, he could only use his right hand to protect the attack.
It is true that as long as the Energy Center is intact, any injury will lead to recovery with good care. However, if the head is severely damaged, it can lead to mental retardation or other similar problems.
Whack! Whack!
The stick continued to hit Ye Mo's right arm, and the dragon power within him also began to slowly fade.
"Oh no! I've used my dragon power.” After the dragon's power ran out, Yuanli surged into the Gate to the right, replenishing Ye Mo's energy. But how could Yuanli himself withstand the attacks of some Mortal Weapon?
Whack!
The others hit him, making Ye Mo fall straight to the ground.