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

Chapter 181: Don't Die Too Quickly (Vote for Monthly Tickets) Wang Weijun and Li Chen deftly dodged the blade's energy. The two simultaneously turned their attention to Xiao Mo, focusing on the jade token at his waist inscribed with "Blood Task Peak," their brows furrowing. "I wondered who was so reckless, turns out it's the apprentice of that bastard master," Wang Weijun sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Do you even know who we are?" Xiao Mo's expression remained unchanged as he casually sipped his tea, responding, "Blood Fiend told me I don't need to know who others are. As long as I can defeat them, that's what matters." "What arrogance!" Wang Weijun narrowed his eyes, his tone icy. Li Chen interjected with a chuckle, "Wang, why bother talking to him? Just chop off his limbs and toss him back to Blood Task Peak as a mutilated corpse. Let's see how the Blood Fiend reacts!" "Agreed, just as Li says!" Without missing a beat, Wang Weijun charged with his sword drawn, while Li Chen lunged forward with his spear. Xiao Mo swiftly unsheathed the Spirit Blade, immediately surrounded by an aura of crimson knife energy. Without hesitation, he swung the blade down with force. Wang Weijun hurriedly blocked with his sword, the clash producing a sharp sound. The impact was astounding, making his grip feel numb. How could this kid, looking not more than a ten-year-old, possess such strength? In the next instant, the fierce and turbulent blood aura surged towards Wang Weijun, seemingly ready to engulf him. "Has this kid formed his foundation?" Wang Weijun's heart raced. He had barely set foot on the path of cultivation, yet he had already formed a foundation? Even if he had, why was his foundation so strong? In comparison, even though he himself was at the Cave Realm, he felt as frail as paper. Meanwhile, Li Chen, realizing his underestimation of the child who was seven or eight years younger, thrust his spear forward with all his might, the gleam of the blade intimidating. Xiao Mo kicked Wang Weijun away and turned, swinging his blade sideways. The crimson energy surged forward like a ravenous tiger towards Li Chen. Unable to fend it off, Li Chen was flung back and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. As he struggled to reach for his spear, Xiao Mo's blade flashed, and Li Chen's head hit the ground the next moment. The Spirit Blade absorbed Li Chen’s blood, nourishing itself. Witnessing this, Wang Weijun's heart tightened, realizing he was outmatched and attempted to flee. Yet, before he could take more than a few steps, Xiao Mo's cold blade was already poised at his neck. "My young friend, please hold your hand!" An elderly voice echoed from the sky as Xiao Mo prepared to strike. The pressure of an Immortal Realm presence bore down on Xiao Mo, as if a mountain weighed upon him. It seemed that with a single thought, he could be obliterated. "Perhaps there was a misunderstanding between my disciple and my young friend, but we are all from the same sect. I must ask you to show some mercy," the old man said, his tone polite, though his gaze on Xiao Mo was contemptuous. "What if I choose not to stop?" Xiao Mo asked. The elder's eyes narrowed slightly, "Young one, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit." "If you can, go ahead and kill me." With that, Xiao Mo's blade cleaved through, and blood splattered as Wang Weijun's head rolled to the ground. Xiao Mo even drove his blade into Wang Weijun's head, crushing his soul. Humiliated in public, the elder raised a finger, pointing it at Xiao Mo's brow. Just as Xiao Mo was about to be obliterated, a long blade streaked towards the elder like a shooting star. The Grand Elder formed a hand seal, summoning a grand cauldron. "Boom!" The cauldron collided with the blood blade. The Ten Thousand Demons Restraining Array activated instantly, absorbing the overflow from the Immortal Realm battle. Otherwise, the shockwave could have killed all cultivators within ten miles of the elder. The blood blade flew back into the palm of a woman in a red dress. Standing protectively before Xiao Mo, she coldly addressed the Great Elder of the Ten Thousand Paths Sect, "Have you no shame, old man? To attack a disciple of mine who’s merely at the Foundation Realm?" "Blood Fiend, your disciple needs better discipline," the Great Elder Xia Kong replied coldly. "Old fool, are you really this senile? This is my disciple; what right do you have to judge?" Blood Fiend laughed, glancing aside, "Besides, you claimed your disciples needed discipline, yet he’s dead now, isn’t he?" Xia Kong clenched his fingers, glaring at Blood Fiend. "Do you want to fight?" Blood Fiend lifted her blood-red blade, an excited, bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. "Hmph!" Xia Kong flicked his sleeve and turned away. "Tsk," Blood Fiend clicked her tongue in disappointment, "That old coot grows more cowardly with age." Stowing her blade, she turned to Xiao Mo with a smile, "Were you not afraid of dying? Even with that old man here, you dared to act?" Xiao Mo glared at Blood Fiend, "The Immortal Realm's pressure was on me, yet I could still move—that meant you were here. You told me as long as someone is more than two levels above me, they can’t kill me." "And them?" Blood Fiend glanced at the two headless corpses, "What was the grudge?" "Nothing much," Xiao Mo calmed the blood aura within him, "Just overheard them insulting you while I was fetching wine." "Insulting me?" Blood Fiend hesitated, then burst into laughter, "Ha ha ha, you actually got angry because someone insulted me?" "You're my master, after all. If they insult you, it's a slight to my face too," Xiao Mo explained. "Hahaha..." Blood Fiend continued to laugh, ruffling Xiao Mo's hair with enthusiasm. "You really are something, your personality suits me well. I like it." Blood Fiend called out to the tavern owner, "Hey, is my Sangluo wine ready?" "Second Elder, it’s ready." The tavern owner smiled, tossing a wine gourd over. Blood Fiend took a swig, then handed it to Xiao Mo, "Here, take a drink!" Xiao Mo hesitated, eyeing the gourd held by her delicate fingers. "What, don't want it after I’ve drunk from it?" "I'm still a kid; I don't drink." "A kid? Two and a half months ago, after you killed that man, you stopped being a kid," Blood Fiend stuffed the gourd into Xiao Mo's hands, "Drink up, don't be so timid like a girl." Xiao Mo reluctantly grasped the gourd, tilting his head back to take a sip. "Cough, cough, cough—" The fiery liquid scorched his throat, eliciting a few coughs. He had never tasted such intense liquor before. "Pathetic, can’t even handle such fine wine." Blood Fiend snatched the gourd back, hanging it at her slender waist, striding forward, "Let's head back." Xiao Mo wiped his lips and followed the towering silhouette of the woman in red as they strolled out of the city, a summer breeze rustling against their clothes. Her dress clung to her form, emphasizing her exaggerated curves. Blood Fiend glanced sideways at the small figure beside her: "Hey, kiddo." "Yeah?" "Don't die too quickly." After a long pause, Xiao Mo nodded: "Alright."