We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 258: Killing Me
“Boom!”
The instant Xiao Mo slashed his blade down toward Wangxin, the jade Buddha pendant in her embrace burst with light, blocking the strike.
A tremendous boom echoed through the forest, and the ground behind Wangxin was cleaved open with a fissure.
Under this violent blade qi, Wangxin was sent flying backward, her frail body smashing through several trees.
Just as Wangxin climbed up from the ground, Xiao Mo slashed down again.
Wangxin’s toes touched the ground lightly, lotus flowers blooming beneath her feet as she barely managed to dodge to the side.
“Xiao Mo…”
Looking at Xiao Mo’s appearance, Wangxin pressed her thin lips together, knowing that Xiao Mo had attempted some method to repair his spiritual veins and root bone.
From that strike just now, it seemed Xiao Mo had indeed succeeded, his realm restored to Jade Simplicity.
With just a single strike, he had cracked the protective jade pendant that Abbot Grandfather had given her but the current Xiao Mo had completely lost his rationality, like a humanoid fierce beast.
Just as Wangxin was thinking about what she should do, Xiao Mo swung down a third strike.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a tremendous boom, the peak of a barren mountain in the distance was directly sliced off by Xiao Mo, broken stones tumbling down.
Wangxin turned and flew away, wanting to lead Xiao Mo to a more distant place.
Seeing his “prey” flying away, the irrational Xiao Mo naturally hurried to follow.
However, just as the two had flown over a plain, Xiao Mo suddenly dove toward the ground.
Wangxin glanced down, on that small plain, an escort agency team was transporting goods.
“This is bad…” Wangxin felt greatly alarmed.
The current Xiao Mo was like a killing weapon.
Whenever he saw living people, he would slash down with his blade.
Not to mention that these jianghu escort guards had exceptionally vigorous blood energy.
In Xiao Mo’s eyes, even though they hadn’t done anything, it was no different from provocation.
“Master, look, there’s a cultivator flying toward us,” a man carrying a meteor hammer said to the lead escort master.
“What’s going on? Do immortals also fancy mortal silver?” Master Li asked doubtfully.
“Master, what should we do? It feels like the visitor has ill intentions,” several other escort guards said as cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. As Xiao Mo drew closer, that killing intent was about to suffocate them.
“Damn it, what else can we do? Quick! Run!” Master Li shouted.
What could these jianghu martial artists do against cultivators? Run first and talk later!
But Xiao Mo wouldn’t let them run.
Xiao Mo slashed down with his blade, about to scatter their souls and spirits.
Just then, a young girl blocked their path.
Golden Buddhist light formed a light shield, blocking the strike.
Wangxin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her figure falling straight toward the ground like a meteorite.
Xiao Mo landed and ignored Wangxin, casually picking up a long blade.
Raising the long blade high, blood-red baleful qi coiled around it, the blade light extending ten zhang.
These escort guards were locked in place by Xiao Mo’s baleful qi, unable to take a single step.
Feeling this overwhelming baleful qi and killing intent.
The escort guards’ hearts were already filled with despair. Many people’s legs went weak and they knelt down, yet they couldn’t even utter a word of pleading.
“Xiao Mo, don’t!”
When Xiao Mo was about to swing down his blade, Wangxin climbed out of the crater and flew to embrace Xiao Mo.
Feeling the soft warmth in his arms and smelling the familiar scent on the young girl’s body, a trace of hesitation flashed through Xiao Mo’s eyes.
“Xiao Mo, you said you wouldn’t fall. Xiao Mo, wake up…”
Wangxin hugged Xiao Mo tighter.
She knew that if Xiao Mo slashed down with this blade and became stained with innocent blood, he would never be able to come back.
The long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand kept trembling, yet that strike never fell.
Those eyes alternated between becoming even more crimson and dimming, as if his heart was engaged in fierce struggle.
Everyone’s gazes were fixed tightly on Xiao Mo, not daring to breathe loudly, afraid of being noticed by this inexplicable cultivator.
One breath…
Two breaths…
Three breaths…
Everyone had never felt that time could pass so slowly.
“Alright, hurry up and let go. You’re a Buddhist disciple hugging me so tightly, don’t you know there should be no intimate contact between men and women?”
After ten breaths, Xiao Mo’s voice came from above Wangxin’s head.
Wangxin lifted her head from Xiao Mo’s embrace.
The crimson in Xiao Mo’s eyes gradually receded, and that intense killing intent also slowly calmed.
Finally, Xiao Mo lowered his blade. This long blade forged from common iron, having endured too heavy baleful qi and blade qi, turned to iron dust and scattered the instant it touched the ground.
“Xiao Mo…” Wangxin stared blankly at Xiao Mo. “You…”
“Hurry up and let go,” Xiao Mo repeated.
“Ah? Oh… wu…” Seeing that Xiao Mo seemed to have truly returned, Wangxin finally released him.
“Your luck is quite good. Hurry and leave,” Xiao Mo raised his head and said to these escort guards.
“Thank you for sparing our lives, Immortal Elder.”
“Thank you for your mercy, Immortal Elder.”
Although everyone didn’t know what exactly had happened, after learning they had survived, their hearts were filled with joy as they kowtowed continuously in gratitude.
“Quickly, quickly…”
After kowtowing over ten times, Master Li, afraid this Immortal Elder might change his mind again, hurriedly spoke to those around him.
The group of people hastily took their goods and left directly, not daring to look back even once.
“What are you standing there for? Let’s go back.”
Xiao Mo tapped Wangxin’s head and turned to fly toward the mountain village.
“Ah? Oh…” Wangxin hurried to follow.
Flying beside Xiao Mo, Wangxin looked at his profile, thinking about how to open up and ask, when Xiao Mo spoke first, “Wangxin.”
“Mm,” Wangxin responded.
“Next time if I’m like this again,” Xiao Mo’s eyes carried an icy coldness, “kill me.”
…
Half a month later, in Guanfeng City.
After Master Li and the others finished delivering their goods, they went to the most famous tavern in the city to drink.
“Master, that cultivator we met on the plain, why do I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before?” a martial artist asked.
“Oh? You’ve seen such an immortal before?” another crew-cut martial artist laughed.
“Actually, I’ve already guessed who that man was,” Master Li said after drinking a cup of wine.
“Master, who was it?” a disciple leaned forward curiously.
“That person should be Xiao Mo,” Master Li sighed. “The reason you all feel he’s familiar is simply because you’ve seen his wanted portrait in the city before.”
“Xiao Mo?”
The crew-cut martial artist’s heart tightened.
“The Xiao Mo who’s been jointly wanted by several sects, has killed countless people, and is called the Blood Demon? If that’s really the case, we were truly fortunate to survive from his hands.”
“Indeed so,” Master Li nodded.
“Excuse me, gentlemen, is the Xiao Mo you saw of this appearance?”
Just as Master Li and the others were sighing, two old cultivators came forward, taking out a portrait and asking.
“Yes, yes,” the bald martial artist hurriedly nodded. “That’s exactly what he looked like.”
Hearing their confirmation, several old cultivators revealed excited smiles.
“Please tell us in detail where you encountered him.”
