We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

On the seventeenth day after leaving Kongnian Mountain, Xiao Mo flew all the way back to Ten Thousand Dao Sect.

Just as Xiao Mo was about to fly back to Karma Blood Peak, his expression couldn’t help but pause.

On the peak, there was an additional girl sitting in meditation at the mountaintop.

The girl wore a black long dress, her hair tied into two pigtails that rested on each shoulder.

Looking at the girl’s delicate features and rosy lips with white teeth, Xiao Mo guessed that her family background must be quite good.

After all, not everyone had the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, able to remain fair and tender even through wind, sun, and irregular meals.

In the courtyard at the peak, Xue Kui was still reading a book.

Sensing someone flying over, Xue Kui closed her book and looked in Xiao Mo’s direction.

The little girl who was meditating also opened her eyes.

Landing at the mountaintop, Xiao Mo walked toward Xue Kui.

“You’re back,” Xue Kui’s lips curved upward.

“I’m back,” Xiao Mo nodded.

“Master, who is this big brother?” the girl ran to Xue Kui’s side and spoke softly.

Xue Kui patted the girl’s little head, “He’s your senior brother, called Xiao Mo.”

“Senior Brother,” the little girl called out softly.

“Mm,” Xiao Mo nodded, then looked at Xue Kui, “This is your new disciple?”

“More or less,” Xue Kui yawned, “A friend of mine fought someone outside, lost, and died, leaving behind this disciple. I owed her a favor before, so I simply brought her over to teach her cultivation in that person’s place. Oh right, her name is Yu Yunwei.”

“I see,” Xiao Mo looked at his junior sister and nodded, “I’m going to rest for a while.”

Yu Yunwei’s gaze followed Xiao Mo as he entered the courtyard, her eyes blinking gently.

“Your senior brother may indeed have a rather cold personality, but he’s not bad. You two should get along well,” Xue Kui patted her head and smiled.

“I understand, Master,” Yu Yunwei nodded obediently, but in her eyes looking toward Xiao Mo, a cold glint flashed.

In the afternoon, after cultivating for two hours, Xiao Mo got up and walked out of his room, continuing to practice the Blood Demon Sword Formula at the mountaintop.

Yu Yunwei remained sitting in meditation nearby.

From Xue Kui, Xiao Mo learned that Yu Yunwei cultivated a technique called the “Illusion Heaven Art.”

The Illusion Heaven Art was a type of ocular technique with nine levels in total.

Each time one successfully mastered a level, the eyes would gain additional markings.

If there were nine markings in the eyes, it meant the person’s Illusion Heaven Art had reached perfection.

Although Yu Yunwei was only at the Foundation Building realm, she had already cultivated to the third level with three markings in her eyes, which was quite remarkable.

At first, Xiao Mo thought this was a well-behaved little girl, but after just half a day of contact, he discovered this might not be the case.

“Senior Brother, please have some water.”

After Xiao Mo had practiced his blade techniques for an hour, Yu Yunwei came running over with a bowl of water.

“Thank you, Yunwei.”

Xiao Mo put down his Spirit Absorbing Sword and took the water bowl from the little girl’s hands but the moment Xiao Mo’s gaze met Yu Yunwei’s, he felt his soul gradually being sealed, his consciousness somewhat dispersing, as if Yu Yunwei was attempting to control him.

However, it was only for an instant before Xiao Mo came back to his senses.

“Yunwei, are you casting illusions on me?” Xiao Mo asked.

“Ah?”

Yu Yunwei was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, her two pigtails swaying like a rattle drum.

“Senior Brother, I’m sorry, truly sorry. The Illusion Heaven Art that Yunwei cultivates refines the eyes into weapons, with all techniques cast through the eyes. Yunwei’s cultivation level is low and I’m not skilled enough with the Illusion Heaven Art. Sometimes I can’t control my eyes and accidentally cast techniques on others. But Yunwei absolutely didn’t do it on purpose, please believe Yunwei, Senior Brother!”

As she spoke, Yu Yunwei’s eyes became misty, as if she was about to cry.

“It’s fine,” Xiao Mo picked up the water bowl and drank it all, “Just be more careful in the future.”

“Yes, Senior Brother!” Yu Yunwei took back the water bowl and quickly ran back to the courtyard.

Watching her retreating figure, Xiao Mo couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

After three breaths, Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and continued practicing his blade techniques.

At night, after Xiao Mo had bathed in the spiritual spring and casually washed his clothes, he sat at the mountaintop looking at the stars filling the sky.

“What are you thinking about?”

A casual female voice came over.

Xiao Mo turned his head and saw Xue Kui holding a wine gourd, sitting down beside him.

Her hair was slightly damp, looking as if she had just bathed. Her fair skin gleamed with moonlight, and her light red dress clung to her body, with her voluptuous figure creating exaggerated curves at the neckline.

“Nothing much,” Xiao Mo shook his head.

“Let me guess,” Xue Kui looked at Xiao Mo with a half-smile, “Thinking about your little Jiang Xin?”

Xiao Mo didn’t answer.

Not answering was as good as admitting it.

“By the way, didn’t that old bald monk from Kongnian Temple try to keep you there?” Xue Kui tilted her head back and took a drink, crystal clear wine sliding down from her fair chin, following her collarbone and disappearing into her neckline.

“He did,” Xiao Mo answered honestly.

“Then why did you come back?” Xue Kui looked at Xiao Mo with confusion, “I thought you weren’t coming back, I was even preparing to go to Kongnian Temple to snatch you back.”

“Since I promised you I would return, I didn’t want to break my word,” Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Xue Kui, “Besides, I could see you were quite bored by yourself.”

“Bored? Hahahaha,” Xue Kui was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, her voice echoing across the mountaintop.

“You little brat are boring to begin with, staying here as if you could bring me any entertainment,” Xue Kui offered the wine gourd, “Want some wine?”

“No,” Xiao Mo firmly refused.

“Tch,” Xue Kui rolled her eyes at Xiao Mo and ignored him, drinking by herself.

Under the moonlight, the boy looked up at the starry sky while the woman tilted her head back drinking strong wine.

“Yu Yunwei is a bit strange,” Xiao Mo said after a long while.

“Mm, I know,” Xue Kui nodded, “But don’t you have a senior brother like yourself? I’ll leave her teaching to you from now on. If you want to kill her, then kill her.”

“Isn’t she your friend’s disciple?” Xiao Mo asked.

“So what?” Xue Kui’s tone was indifferent, “If she dies, it means she had no ability.”

“Little brat,” Xue Kui reached out and kept ruffling Xiao Mo’s hair, “In the Western Region, people without ability all die, you and I are the same.”

Xiao Mo lowered his head and pondered for a while, “I understand.”

“Good that you understand. I’m going back to sleep,” Xue Kui stood up and walked back to the courtyard, her voice drifting from behind her.

“Seven years from now, Ten Thousand Dao Sect will select a Holy Son. Don’t disgrace your master.”