Chapter 936: When Novels Become Reality?

“Husband…”

Yue Yuxi stared blankly at the young man standing in front of her. A moment later, an exquisitely beautiful smile bloomed on her pale yet alluring cheeks—the kind of joyful smile one shows when, on the brink of despair, they are suddenly struck by overwhelming hope, dazzling and bewitching.

“Senior Brother Chen Mo…” Senior Sister Fan and Senior Sister Liu, seeing Chen Mo, also stared in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

After all, within the Shenxiao Sect, Chen Mo was a legendary figure, rarely seen in everyday life. Being able to see him at such close range now inevitably brought them surprise and a sense of unreality.

“Chen Mo, why is it you? You… why are you here?” Long Xiaoyao glared at Chen Mo with a dark expression, his eyes filled with disbelief. This was the Cangyuan Domain, not even in the same domain as the Daoist Alliance or the Shenxiao Sect—how could he appear here?

Wasn’t the space sealed?

If he could show up here—

Then what about the Elders?

Just as his thoughts churned wildly, a graceful figure riding atop a Wine Gourd appeared in midair, looking down from afar.

“Zu… Zuoqiu Yiren…” Long Xiaoyao’s expression completely changed. A terror born from the very presence of death spread throughout his body, cold sweat soaking his forehead and back.

If it were just Chen Mo, he felt he could still fight at least once. But now even Zuoqiu Yiren had appeared.

She was a Unity Realm expert; in front of her, he was like an ant that could be casually crushed, utterly insignificant.

“Run…”

Long Xiaoyao made a feint, then suddenly lunged toward Senior Sister Fan at the side.

In front of a Unity Realm expert, there was no escape. The only hope was to seize a hostage and use them as leverage—perhaps then there would be a sliver of a chance.

Chen Mo was standing in front of Yue Yuxi, making it nearly impossible to grab her in an instant.

So he could only lay hands on the other female Disciples.

However, he still underestimated the strength of a Unity Realm expert.

Zuoqiu Yiren merely pointed at Long Xiaoyao from a distance, and the space around him twisted instantly, directly imprisoning him in place. He couldn’t move at all.

“Elder Zuoqiu, I… I was wrong. I’m a Direct Disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, you… you can’t kill me.” Long Xiaoyao hurried to admit fault. He had yet to expose his identity as a Disciple of the Sacred Sect, and thought he could rely on his Shenxiao Sect status to make Zuoqiu Yiren show mercy.

Yet what Chen Mo said next pushed him completely into the abyss.

“I already said, you’re doomed today. Colluding with the Demon Sect—no, to be precise, acting as a Demon Sect spy—do you really think you still have any chance of survival?”

Chen Mo stepped toward Long Xiaoyao, forcing him back with every step.

“A Demon Sect spy…” The three women shuddered when they heard this.

“No, what nonsense are you spouting? What Demon Sect? Elder Zuoqiu, don’t listen to Chen Mo’s nonsense…” Long Xiaoyao completely lost his former calm composure. At this moment, in order to survive, he kept explaining himself over and over, looking utterly pathetic.

Like a clown performing a one-man show.

“Sect Leader Li Xianyuan has already performed a Soul Search on the Demon Sect Elder. Do you think denying it will still help?” Chen Mo had already drawn the Celestial Inquiry Sword.

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyao’s heart sank. With all hope lost, he immediately went berserk, no longer acting. A dense stench of blood surged out from his body; boundless rage and killing intent flooded his eyes. The way he stared at Chen Mo was like a cornered wolf resolved to fight to the death.

Yet, imprisoned as he was, he could do nothing.

“Let me go, Chen Mo! If you’ve got any guts, have her release me and fight me one-on-one!” Long Xiaoyao snarled ferociously.

“Idiot.”

At a time like this, he still wanted a one-on-one duel.

Chen Mo would have to be brain-damaged to agree.

Although with his current strength he didn’t fear Long Xiaoyao and was confident he could kill him relying on his own power—

Since there was a much easier way, why waste extra effort doing something so pointless?

Chen Mo walked up to Long Xiaoyao and thrust his sword forward.

With the space around him imprisoned, Long Xiaoyao could do nothing—he could only watch helplessly as the black blade in Chen Mo’s hand pierced into his chest, fresh blood flowing down along the sword.

“So your blood is red too…” Chen Mo pulled the sword out in one stroke, then casually swung it across Long Xiaoyao’s neck.

A Cultivator at Divinity Transformation Perfection ended his life just like that, in a hasty instant.

To prevent Long Xiaoyao from having any backup methods, after slitting his throat, Chen Mo took his Space Ornaments, then summoned the Taiyi Divine Fire. Golden flames instantly enveloped Long Xiaoyao.

The scorching heat distorted the air nearby.

A moment later, Long Xiaoyao was burned until not even ashes remained.

Such a miserable death made Senior Sister Fan and Senior Sister Liu involuntarily shut their eyes.

“Yiren, there’s no remnant soul or anything escaping, right?”

After the burning was done, Chen Mo looked up and asked Zuoqiu Yiren.

After all, as a Cultivator at Divinity Transformation Perfection, he would naturally have some life-preserving methods.

“He’s as dead as dead can be,” Zuoqiu Yiren said.

“Good.”

Then Chen Mo checked on Yue Yuxi’s condition.

Although her injuries were severe, they weren’t fatal, and there were no signs of damage to her foundation. With some time to recuperate, she would be fine.

Next, Chen Mo asked about the condition of the other two female Disciples and gave each of them a Healing Elixir.

After settling everything here, Chen Mo carried Yue Yuxi onto Zuoqiu Yiren’s Wine Gourd.

Zuoqiu Yiren naturally brought the two female Disciples as well, and the group flew toward where Qing Ye was.

On the gourd, Yue Yuxi circulated her energy to heal herself while asking Chen Mo how he had come, and how he had arrived so precisely in time.

On this point, Zuoqiu Yiren at the side was even more curious.

She was more shocked than Yue Yuxi.

Back in the Daoist Alliance, Chen Mo had suddenly come to her, saying he’d had a nightmare in which his women might encounter danger, and that he wanted to go back and check on them.

When they returned to the Shenxiao Sect, everything had clearly seemed normal, yet he still insisted on going to the Ancient Battlefield to take a look.

Once they entered the Cangyuan Domain, he grew increasingly anxious, acting as though something bad was about to happen.

And in the end, when they reached the Ancient Battlefield, something really did happen.

Zuoqiu Yiren even began to suspect that he had the ability to foresee the future.

“Yue, do you believe in telepathy?” Chen Mo gazed deeply at Yue Yuxi, then said, “For two people who truly love each other, even if they’re far apart, once something happens to one of them, the other can sense it. And that’s how it was for me. Back in the Daoist Alliance, I had a nightmare and dreamed that you were in danger, so…”

Chen Mo slowly spun out a long explanation.

In a single phrase, it all came down to “a feeling.”

Yet Yue Yuxi actually believed it somewhat. After all, she had read similar stories in certain storybooks.

She had never thought such stories would one day come true in reality.

Even someone as rational and tsundere as her felt a trace of romance in her heart at this moment.

Zuoqiu Yiren was half-convinced, half-skeptical, but ultimately could only accept this explanation.

Because “foreknowledge of the future” sounded even more far-fetched.

There were indeed some mystics and experts who could divine certain future events through observing the heavens or using the Eight Trigrams.

But Chen Mo’s cultivation was still far too low for that.