Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality - Chapter 163 - 146: Where Would She Find the Time?
Chapter 163: Chapter 146: Where Would She Find the Time?
Bai Ruxue stared intently at the approaching Linglong Tower.
Just as the Linglong Tower was about to descend and suppress her, in that hair’s breadth of a moment…
A gentle breeze suddenly brushed past.
The wind carried the faint, refreshing scent of ink.
When the Linglong Tower was a mere ten feet from Bai Ruxue, it froze in mid-air, unable to descend any further.
The gentle breeze, like the rustling of turning pages, seemed to transform into a pair of large, invisible hands, steadily holding the Linglong Tower aloft.
The Celestial Vault Daoist’s brow furrowed, and he turned to look into the distance.
There, he saw a man in a green scholar’s robe, a longsword in hand, walking toward him step by step.
With every step he took, his figure would instantly appear dozens of feet away.
When he was close enough, before the Celestial Vault Daoist could even speak, the scholar in green had already raised his longsword and swung it down.
The Celestial Vault Daoist’s heart pounded. He instinctively tried to dodge, but the sword strike was as fast as a clap of thunder. He had no time to react.
The Celestial Vault Daoist’s massive Heaven and Earth manifestation forcibly took the full brunt of the incomparably sharp strike.
On the body of his Heaven and Earth manifestation, a web of cracks appeared, as if it were shattering porcelain.
With a flick of his wrist, the scholar in green unhesitatingly swung his sword once more.
HUMMM!
The sharp Sword Qi tore through the air and struck the body of the Linglong Tower with precision.
The Linglong Tower was sent flying by the immense Sword Qi, its light flickering erratically.
Gazing at the familiar figure not far away, Bai Ruxue was in a daze, as if in a dream.
To her, it felt as if her parting from Xiao Mo had happened only yesterday.
However, when her gaze fell upon Xiao Mo’s weathered face and the glaring silver strands mixed in with his black hair…
Bai Ruxue’s heart ached. She couldn’t imagine what Xiao Mo must have gone through all these years.
Xiao Mo looked at the White Dragon coiled on the ground, a gentle smile touching his lips. He took a single step and appeared by her side.
“Xiao Mo… your neck…”
Bai Ruxue shifted into her human form, her gaze trembling.
The woman reached out, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly as she carefully touched the sword scar on his neck.
“It’s nothing.” Xiao Mo smiled reassuringly, his tone casual. “When you’re fighting for your life on the battlefield, how can you not get a few scars? It’s no big deal. See? I’m standing here perfectly fine, aren’t I?”
Bai Ruxue pressed her pale, thin lips together, fighting to hold back the tide of her emotions.
“Alright, leave everything to me from now on.”
Xiao Mo reached out and gently took Bai Ruxue’s delicate wrist, explaining quickly.
“Xiao Qing went to get revenge on the Sects that invaded the North Sea all those years ago, but she actually fell into a carefully laid trap. Their real target was you all along.
Xiao Qing was just bait, used to make you sense she was in mortal danger and lure you out.
Luckily… I made it in time.”
A faint mist instantly clouded Bai Ruxue’s eyes. “Even so, you shouldn’t have come…”
Xiao Mo looked into Bai Ruxue’s golden, slitted pupils and said with a smile, “You shouldn’t have come, either.”
“It’s not the same.” Bai Ruxue shook her head, her voice choked with emotion. “Xiao Qing is my little sister.”
“How is it not the same?” The smile on Xiao Mo’s face deepened, his gaze intense. “You are the woman I love.”
“…” Bai Ruxue’s throat tightened. It seemed she had a thousand things to say, but in the end, she just lowered her head and, with infinite tenderness and a hint of playful reproach, cursed softly, “Fool…”
“Alright, I’m here now.” Xiao Mo affectionately ruffled her long hair. “By the way, let me borrow that sword of yours.”
“What’s mine is yours.”
“Good.”
Xiao Mo, holding the Immortal Slayer Sword, turned resolutely. His gaze, sharp as a torch flame, locked onto the Celestial Vault Daoist hovering high in the sky.
The Celestial Vault Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared at Xiao Mo, roaring, “Xiao Mo! What is the meaning of this? As a dignified Confucian Saint, do you dare to openly protect the Demon Race?”
“Years ago, the Confucian School’s Ding Chen defied the Palace Master’s order and led the Twelve Sects to invade the North Sea on his own authority, slaughtering hundreds of thousands of innocent Demon Cultivators. Now that the North Sea Dragon Race has come seeking revenge, I have little to say on the matter.”
Xiao Mo’s calm voice echoed clearly between heaven and earth.
“You, on the other hand, have been plotting in the shadows. You deliberately arranged for the Sect Leaders of the Red Lotus Sect, the Shuiling Sect, and others to be successively wounded, and then leaked this information to the North Sea Dragon Race.
You used the North Sea Dragon Race to eliminate those Sects, intending to annex their Blessed Land Grotto Heavens and inheritances.
Then you used the opportunity to lure out the North Sea Dragon Race, scheming to slaughter them all and refine the Flood Dragon Species.
Your calculations were truly impeccable, weren’t they?”
“Utter nonsense!”
The Celestial Vault Daoist flew into a rage and retorted sharply.
“I have devoted my life to ridding the World of Ten Thousand Laws of Demons, and I have no selfish motives! You whelp, Xiao Mo, how dare you spout such baseless slander and defile my reputation! Is this how a Saint should behave?”
“Whether it’s nonsense or not, you know the truth in your heart.”
Xiao Mo had no intention of getting into a war of words with him.
When he had met with Shang Jiuli and heard her suspicions, Xiao Mo had also sensed that there was something deeply strange about the matter.
He had asked Shang Jiuli for all the case files and documents related to the injuries of the Red Lotus Sect Leader and the others.
On his way to the Black Mountain Sect, he had repeatedly analyzed the situation and finally reached this conclusion.
The Celestial Vault Daoist’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them. He clearly had no desire to argue any further.
“Xiao Mo, I will take into account that you are the youngest Confucian Saint of this generation and have rendered great service to the World of Ten Thousand Laws. If you are wise enough to leave now, I can overlook the matter of you rescuing a member of the Demon Race just now.”
