We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 266: Perhaps After She Dies, You'll Gradually Get Used to It
With a single slash of blade light, a man dressed in a black robe charged out from the bottom of the mountain.
In the next instant, the black blade fell before “Ding Jingyi”.
“Clang!”
“Ding Jingyi” raised his long sword to block.
The sound of clashing weapons echoed through the mountains of Ten Thousand Dao Sect.
“Hm?”
Very quickly, “Ding Jingyi” discovered something was wrong.
This long blade was not the fourth-grade magical artifact Xiao Mo had been gripping just moments ago, but rather an immortal weapon.
“Boom!”
Xiao Mo slashed down with force, and “Ding Jingyi” smashed into a mountaintop like a meteor, shattering it to pieces.
When “Ding Jingyi” climbed to his feet, Xiao Mo once again gripped his long blade and slashed down.
“Ding Jingyi” dared not take the blow head-on and could only dodge to the side.
Xiao Mo’s domineering blade qi mixed with blood qi directly tore open a gap in Ten Thousand Dao Sect’s sect-protecting formation.
“Ding Jingyi’s” brow furrowed. This was the first time since his awakening that he felt he needed to take things seriously.
Xiao Mo took a step forward and slashed down again.
Each of his slashes was extremely fast, and each one heavier than the last.
“Ding Jingyi” felt that what Xiao Mo held in his hand was not a blade, but Mount Buzhou, smashing down upon him again and again.
In truth, for cultivators, regardless of what weapon they wielded, it was a means of amplifying their own abilities.
Similarly, for a weapon, the cultivator must possess sufficient ability to bring out its power to the fullest extent.
This required compatibility between the cultivator and the weapon.
This was what people commonly called being “handy”.
Only when both parties were compatible could they achieve an effect where one plus one was greater than two.
Therefore, for a cultivator to find a weapon of sufficient grade that was also handy was no easy task.
If they found one, most cultivators would choose to refine it into their life-bound magical artifact.
Now, in “Ding Jingyi’s” view, Xiao Mo had found such a weapon.
This immortal weapon was extremely domineering, practically born for slaughter.
Under its influence, the Blood Demon Sword Formula and domineering killing energy that Xiao Mo cultivated were brought into full play. Moreover, Xiao Mo’s own strength was sufficient. He could use this immortal weapon without restraint.
Additionally, the weapon spirit within the immortal weapon completely obeyed Xiao Mo, assisting his every attack. They were practically of one mind.
Just as “Ding Jingyi” was being shocked until his tiger’s mouth went numb, even finding it somewhat difficult to parry, “Ding Jingyi’s” gaze accidentally met Xiao Mo’s eyes.
Circle after circle of Dao patterns manifested in Xiao Mo’s eyes.
“This is bad.”
“Ding Jingyi” felt something was amiss in his heart, but it was already too late.
His consciousness gradually sank, and he felt his body becoming uncontrollable. However, within half a breath, “Ding Jingyi” broke free from Xiao Mo’s illusion technique but in this brief time, Xiao Mo’s “Blood Prison” and “Heaven and Earth Illusory Red” had already been deployed.
“Ding Jingyi” was completely trapped within the blood-red killing energy prison. Blood-colored chains bound “Ding Jingyi’s” hands and feet.
Xiao Mo stood before “Ding Jingyi”, already raising the long blade in his hand.
Black-red killing energy once again condensed upon Xiao Mo’s blade.
Within ten thousand li centered on Xiao Mo, heaven and earth once again became black and white. Only Xiao Mo and the long blade in his hand possessed the sole contrasting color.
Blood Demon Sword Formula, final form, Opening Heaven.
This single blade contained everything Xiao Mo possessed.
The blade slashed down.
A hundred li of land behind “Ding Jingyi” was carved into an abyss by Xiao Mo’s slash. All the high mountains and rivers along the path were split in half.
Violent blade qi spread for ten thousand li.
Whether human, demon, or beast, when they sensed Xiao Mo’s blade qi in that instant, all trembled and shook, as if they had walked before the gates of the underworld.
The blade qi dissipated.
“Ding Jingyi” had similarly been split in half.
“Ding Jingyi” lowered his head, looking at his body gradually transforming into blood mist, then raised his head to look at Xiao Mo. Those eyes held no despair of approaching death, only fury toward Xiao Mo.
“Xiao Mo, you could not kill me before, and now it is even more impossible for you to kill me,” he said coldly.
“Just wait. No matter how long it takes, whether a thousand years or ten thousand years, one day, I will personally kill you!”
As his words fell, “Ding Jingyi’s” body completely transformed into blood mist and dispersed. The golden flowing light that had previously entered “Ding Jingyi’s” body returned once more to the stone statue.
The stone statue developed cracks like porcelain.
The statue weathered as if by wind, transforming into limestone and dissipating in the air.
“We won? Xiao Mo actually won?!”
Qing Yuan looked at Xiao Mo standing in the air, her eyes dazed, filled with disbelief, doubting whether she was dreaming.
Even the over three-thousand-year-old Qing Yuan nearly jumped for joy. Meanwhile, the cultivators like Xia Kong who had sided with “Ding Jingyi” felt extremely conflicted.
Initially, they had been quite confident in their sect master, believing he could seize the divine being’s power and step into the legendary lost two realms.
After all, that divine being had been sealed for so many years and was extremely weak, while their sect master was at Ascension realm perfection, having even absorbed Ten Thousand Dao Sect’s fortune yet unexpectedly, their sect master had been possessed by that divine being instead.
If that had been all, it would have been one thing. This divine being had only just awakened and was alone. If he wished to accomplish anything in this world, he would surely need people to help him.
They had been very willing and honored to become the divine being’s lackeys but in the end, that divine being had actually been slain by Xiao Mo…
A man who slew a god.
Even if this divine being was incomplete and broken, he was still a divine being.
To their knowledge, men who slew gods existed only in legends from ancient times…
On the other side, Xiao Mo flew down toward Qing Yuan and thrust “Ranmo” before Xue Kui.
Qing Yuan immediately formed hand seals, and the Soul-Binding Jade emitted light.
Guided by the light, Xue Kui’s yang spirit returned to its place. However, Xue Kui did not wake. Instead, she fell into unconsciousness.
“Let’s return to Karma Blood Peak first,” Qing Yuan said to Xiao Mo.
“Alright.”
Xiao Mo nodded, embraced Xue Kui, and walked step by step through the air toward Karma Blood Peak.
Cultivators like Xia Kong who harbored ill intentions sensed Xiao Mo’s weak aura. Looking at the immortal weapon in his hand, their eyes burned with greed.
They acknowledged that Xiao Mo was indeed very strong, strong enough to make cultivators across the world doubt their existence, strong enough to have slain a god but the current Xiao Mo was at the end of his rope. This was the best opportunity to kill him.
If they killed Xiao Mo, they would not only obtain the immortal weapon, but after Xiao Mo’s death, everything regarding Ten Thousand Dao Sect would be negotiable.
If Xiao Mo did not die, once he recovered, not only would Ten Thousand Dao Sect have no place for them, but Xiao Mo, being so vengeful, might even hunt them to the ends of the earth.
Xia Kong and the other cultivators exchanged glances, already preparing to act but at that moment, Xiao Mo raised his head and glanced at them.
With merely a single glance, Xia Kong and the others felt bone-chilling cold from head to toe. Their breathing even weakened slightly, and their heartbeats continuously accelerated.
Even though they knew they could definitely kill Xiao Mo now, fear prevented them from taking a single step forward.
And at that moment, Sili flew out from Ten Thousand Flowers Peak, wielding a short sword and standing protectively before Xiao Mo.
The Rakshasa Hall master, the Returning Cloud Peak master, and various other hall masters, peak masters, and elders also stood before Xiao Mo, gazing intently at Xia Kong and the others.
Xia Kong and the others’ brows twitched.
They had already chosen sides.
Under the protection of these old folks, there was no way they could succeed!
“We’re leaving!”
Xia Kong called out to his colleagues beside him, then was the first to fly out of Ten Thousand Dao Sect.
The other cultivators followed one after another.
After Xia Kong and the others departed, Xiao Mo looked at these elders, hall masters, and peak masters standing before him, committing each one to memory.
Returning to Karma Blood Peak, Xiao Mo placed Xue Kui on the bed.
Qing Yuan immediately took Xue Kui’s pulse, then opened a needle case that resembled a scroll and administered acupuncture, feeding Xue Kui various medicinal pills.
Finally, Qing Yuan pulled Xue Kui up and sat cross-legged behind her, channeling spiritual power into Xue Kui’s body to heal her injuries.
Xiao Mo looked at his master’s pale complexion and could only wait at the side.
Each field had its specialization. Sister Qing Yuan was not merely a Mohist cultivator but also a medical cultivator, with profound attainments in both areas.
An hour later, Qing Yuan opened her eyes. Her back was already soaked with sweat.
Qing Yuan wiped the sweat from her cheeks. Her legs beneath her skirt descended from the bed and rested to the side.
“Sister Qing Yuan, how is Xue Kui?” Xiao Mo asked.
Qing Yuan shook her head, her expression extremely complex and dejected, “Use your blood-killing energy to enter your master’s Tianming acupoint and look. Then you’ll know.”
Xiao Mo stepped forward and channeled his blood-killing energy into Xue Kui’s Tianming acupoint.
Very soon, Xiao Mo discovered something wrong.
In Xiao Mo’s view, though Xue Kui’s life fire was weak, it should only be due to her injuries.
After Sister Qing Yuan’s treatment, her injuries should have stabilized yet Xiao Mo sensed that Xue Kui’s life fire continued to slowly extinguish.
Clearly, Xue Kui’s body had long since developed serious problems.
“Sister Qing Yuan, what’s going on?” Xiao Mo raised his head to look at Qing Yuan. “Was she injured so severely this time?”
“Alas,” Qing Yuan sighed. “It’s not that she was severely injured this time, but rather last time.”
Qing Yuan looked at Xue Kui lying on the bed and continued speaking.
“Though your master’s talent cannot compare to yours, it is also rarely seen in the world. She is a genius rarely seen in ten thousand years. The Ascension realm would have been as easy as reaching into a bag for her. In fact, the vast majority of people believed your master would become the next sect master of Ten Thousand Dao Sect. But three thousand years ago, your master suffered an injury.”
“Three thousand years ago?”
Xiao Mo furrowed his brow, recalling what the Black Dragon Sect master had said to him at that time.
When the Black Dragon Sect master learned he was Xue Kui’s disciple, the first thing he asked was how his master’s injuries were. However, the Black Dragon Sect master, Luo Jie, had not elaborated.
He had merely mentioned it in passing, then, as if realizing something, shifted the topic to the Hundun scroll.
“Yes, three thousand years ago, your master was constantly searching for your grand master’s whereabouts. You may not know this, but your master is an orphan. When your master was three years old, your grand master brought her up the mountain. To Xue Kui, Senior Zhou is like her mother. At that time, your master mistakenly entered a forbidden land, and her root bones and spiritual veins were nearly completely destroyed.”
“Fortunately, your master successfully returned to the sect. Afterward, your master practiced a forbidden technique, using her great Dao path as the price, giving up the possibility of stepping into the Ascension realm, forcibly extending her life. If not for this great battle, your master would have had only fifty years left to live. And this time, she was severely injured again, triggering her hidden ailment. Xue Kui, she…”
As she spoke, Qing Yuan gently bit her lip, her eyes brimming with crystalline tears but even without Sister Qing Yuan saying it, Xiao Mo understood her meaning.
Looking at Xue Kui lying on the bed, Xiao Mo remained silent for a long while beneath his eyes.
“I’ll go get some medicine for her, see if I can…” Qing Yuan wanted to say “see if I can extend her life for a few more days,” but when the words reached her mouth, they became sour.
She touched the tears at the corners of her eyes, not knowing what to say.
“Thank you for your trouble, Sister Qing Yuan. From now on, let me take care of her,” Xiao Mo slowly said.
“Mm,” Qing Yuan glanced at Xue Kui once, then turned and walked out of the room.
Xiao Mo sat at the bedside, quietly gazing at the woman lying on the bed.
“Boy, I quite like you. From now on, you are my disciple. What is your name?”
“Remember, from now on, if someone within two realms of you kills you, you’re on your own. Beyond two realms, this old woman is here.”
“Boy, want some wine?”
“Reading? I do read. Who says the young prince isn’t a book?”
“Aiya, too troublesome. From now on, all matters of Karma Blood Peak are yours to decide.”
“Dao companion? There is not a single man in this world worthy of me. However, if you were as old as me, and I were young, I might actually have taken a liking to you.”
“Really, you’ve never once called me master…”
“Quick, quick, quick, call me master just once to hear it, quick, come on, come on.”
Looking at her appearance, scene after scene of when he first met Xue Kui continuously echoed through Xiao Mo’s mind.
In Xiao Mo’s heart, she did not resemble a master at all yet it was precisely this kind of master who allowed him to spend a reasonably decent childhood.
It was precisely this kind of master who, when he “tyrannized” Ten Thousand Dao Sect, always stood behind him without reason.
And it was precisely this kind of master who would rather sacrifice her divine soul, give up reincarnation, to forge an immortal weapon for him.
Xiao Mo shook his head, pulling his thoughts back from memory.
He stood up to tuck the blanket around Xue Kui.
And at that moment, Xue Kui’s eyelashes trembled gently. Her eyes slowly opened, those playfully cynical eyes meeting Xiao Mo’s gaze.
“What’s wrong? You look a bit unhappy, boy?” The corners of Xue Kui’s bloodless lips curved slightly. “What troubles you? Your master will help counsel you.”
“Nothing,” Xiao Mo sat back down in the chair. “Just that someone is about to die, and I’m a bit unaccustomed to it.”
“I see,” Xue Kui nodded while lying in bed. “There’s indeed no helping it. But perhaps after she dies, you’ll gradually get used to it.”
Xiao Mo: “…”
“However,” Xue Kui extended her hand, her pale fingertip gently tapping Xiao Mo’s brow.
“That dying person doesn’t want to lie in bed waiting for death. She wants to go out for a walk. Silly boy, are you willing to accompany her?”
