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

In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

Yu Yunwei had to get up early every day, sitting punctually in the courtyard when the hour of mao passed halfway, then quietly listening to Xiao Mo’s lectures.

Listening to Xiao Mo recite those “classical particles” and various poems, Yu Yunwei increasingly felt her head grow big but Yu Yunwei had no choice but to grit her teeth and attend classes.

Near evening, Xiao Mo would also teach Yu Yunwei some Confucian etiquette, even requiring her to practice walking, standing, and sitting postures.

Although Yu Yunwei didn’t know what use practicing these things had for a demonic sect disciple, because it was Xiao Mo’s requirement and she couldn’t defeat him, she could only comply.

However, gradually, Yu Yunwei discovered Xiao Mo’s bottom line.

Although she had never seen this guy Xiao Mo smile, he seemed cold and icy, and would occasionally show killing intent toward her, that was only when he warned her for the second time.

Besides that, he had never thought of actually killing her.

So Yu Yunwei’s courage gradually grew again.

One night, Yu Yunwei took a dagger and sneakily crept into Xiao Mo’s room, then stabbed toward his chest but in the end, she stabbed at empty air.

When Yu Yunwei realized something was wrong, Xiao Mo was already standing behind her.

Yu Yunwei quickly hid the dagger in her sleeve and turned around with a smile, “Senior Brother, you’re not asleep yet.”

“If I had been asleep, I probably wouldn’t wake up again,” Xiao Mo glanced at her indifferently, “Hold out your hand.”

Yu Yunwei angrily clenched her fists, but soon deflated like a punctured balloon and extended her hand toward Xiao Mo, her tender palm facing up.

Xiao Mo’s blade sheath struck her palm again and again.

Besides the physical pain, the blood baleful qi from Xiao Mo’s blade sheath also invaded her bone marrow.

The dual torment of body and soul made her nearly faint several times.

“Go back.”

After striking her ten times, Xiao Mo put down the blade sheath.

Yu Yunwei, pale-faced and tearful, silently walked out of Xiao Mo’s room.

“Wait,” Xiao Mo called out, “Leave the dagger.”

Yu Yunwei gritted her teeth, slammed the dagger hidden in her sleeve onto the table, then huffily turned and left.

However, Yu Yunwei still wouldn’t give up.

She tried poisoning Xiao Mo, tried hitting his head with a mace while he was in closed-door meditation.

Without exception, all of Yu Yunwei’s attempts failed.

Xiao Mo didn’t stop her malicious thoughts, but if she was discovered, Yu Yunwei’s palm would be struck.

Sometimes Yu Yunwei was beaten by Xiao Mo until her soul was damaged, lying in bed for several days.

Looking at her numb, sensationless palm, Yu Yunwei could only console herself that at least she didn’t have to attend classes.

However, before long, Yu Yunwei discovered she was wrong.

After Yu Yunwei recovered somewhat, Xiao Mo made her make up all the lessons she had missed.

Every time Yu Yunwei came up with an idea and got beaten for it, she would quiet down for a short while but soon, new ideas would emerge again.

This time, Yu Yunwei thought of a good strategy.

Master had a book she particularly loved!

Although Yu Yunwei had never seen the contents of this book, master often held it while sleeping.

Even when she subtly expressed interest in reading it, master wouldn’t let her see it.

This must be some powerful cultivation technique manual!

Sure enough, when master returned to the peak, she kept looking for that book and seemed very anxious.

Yu Yunwei immediately jumped out, “Master, I saw Senior Brother enter your room and take a book back to his room.”

In the end, as expected, Yu Yunwei led master to find that book under Xiao Mo’s pillow.

Yu Yunwei had thought master would be angry and give Xiao Mo a good lesson.

After all, taking cultivation techniques without permission was extremely serious in any sect!

But who would have thought that when Xiao Mo returned, master just patted his head with a half-smile, “Oh my, if you wanted to read this book, you should have just said so directly, no need to steal it.”

Xiao Mo was first stunned, then looked at Yu Yunwei beside Xue Kui and immediately understood what had happened.

Xiao Mo said nothing, just swung his blade once. Blood-red blade qi swept both of them out of the courtyard, also throwing out that book, which happened to land on Xue Kui’s head.

“Master, how can Senior Brother act like this! He has no respect for master at all!”

With her plan failed, Yu Yunwei continued to stir up trouble.

“He never had me in his eyes to begin with,” Xue Kui just smiled, patted the dust off her round buttocks, and pulled the book down from her head, “Master is leaving now. In the future, don’t provoke your senior brother so much, otherwise when he strikes your hand, master can’t persuade him otherwise.”

Watching master’s retreating figure, Yu Yunwei tightly pressed her lips together.

Only then did Yu Yunwei realize that no matter how outrageous Xiao Mo’s actions were, master didn’t care.

The next morning, after Xiao Mo finished giving Yu Yunwei her lesson, he left Karma Blood Peak again.

Yu Yunwei was actually quite curious.

Previously, Xiao Mo spent most of his time practicing his blade techniques at Karma Blood Peak and rarely went out but ever since killing that Golden Core senior brother from Cloud Firmament Peak a few months ago, Xiao Mo rarely stayed at Karma Blood Peak, sometimes going out for entire days.

This time, Yu Yunwei secretly followed behind Xiao Mo, wanting to see what he was doing.

Yu Yunwei saw Xiao Mo arrive at the “Blood Butterfly Pavilion” in Ten Thousand Demon Town.

This was a place in Ten Thousand Demon Town that specialized in selling intelligence.

Before long, Xiao Mo came out of Blood Butterfly Pavilion and flew to a mountain peak.

In a pavilion on the mountain peak, several cultivators were drinking wine.

Xiao Mo walked toward them step by step, then drew his long blade and started cutting without saying a word.

After half an incense stick’s worth of fighting, Xiao Mo chopped off the last person’s head, casually threw it on the ground, and flew to another location.

For the entire rest of the day, Yu Yunwei watched Xiao Mo continuously seek out cultivator after cultivator to fight and kill.

Moreover, all these people had higher cultivation realms than Xiao Mo.

By evening, Yu Yunwei had lost count of how many Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciples Xiao Mo had killed that day.

“You’ve been following for a whole day, come out.”

Just as Yu Yunwei was staring blankly at Xiao Mo standing among a pile of corpses, his voice came out.

Yu Yunwei’s heart jumped slightly. She clutched her hands and walked out from behind a tree.

“Xiao Mo…”

“What did you call me?”

“Senior Brother,” Yu Yunwei gritted her teeth and changed her address, “Why did you kill them?”

“Like me, they were all going to participate in the Holy Son selection. Xue Kui said they wanted to kill me, so I slaughtered them first,” Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Yu Yunwei, “Any problem with that?”

“No… no,” Yu Yunwei swallowed.

“If there’s no problem, let’s go back. It’s getting late,” Xiao Mo sheathed his long blade and walked forward.

“Senior Brother,” looking at Xiao Mo’s back, Yu Yunwei called out again, “Do you want to become Ten Thousand Dao Sect’s Holy Son?”

Yu Yunwei didn’t know why she asked this.

Which Ten Thousand Dao Sect disciple didn’t want to become the Holy Son?

But Yu Yunwei felt he was different.

After so many days of interaction, Yu Yunwei felt Xiao Mo had no desires or demands, as if he needed nothing and wanted nothing.

“Not particularly, it’s just something I’m doing in passing while accomplishing that other matter,” Xiao Mo answered.

“In passing?” Yu Yunwei was stunned, “What does Senior Brother want to do?”

“What do I want to do.”

Xiao Mo raised his head. The blood-red evening clouds reflected on his body, and the setting sun’s afterglow stretched his shadow very long.

“I want to set some rules for this place called the Western Region.”