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

Chapter 189: This is Your Little Junior Sister On the seventeenth day after leaving the Empty Mind Mountain, Xiao Mo flew back to the Ten Thousand Paths Sect. As he was about to return to Blood Vocation Peak, his attention was suddenly caught. At the peak, there was a girl sitting cross-legged, meditating. She wore a long black dress, with her hair styled into twin pigtails draped over her shoulders. Seeing her delicate features and rosy lips, Xiao Mo guessed her background was likely prestigious. After all, it’s not every day you see someone with such an exquisite appearance that remains pristine even through harsh conditions. In the courtyard at the peak, Blood Leader was still engrossed in his book. As expected, it should be Little Emperor Uncle. Sensing someone approaching, Blood Leader closed the book and looked in Xiao Mo's direction. The young girl meditating also opened her eyes. Landing on the peak, Xiao Mo walked towards Blood Leader. "You're back," Blood Leader said with a slight smile. "I am," Xiao Mo nodded. "Master, who is this gentleman?" the young girl softly asked as she ran to Blood Leader's side. Blood Leader patted her head affectionately, "He's your senior brother, Xiao Mo." "Senior Brother," the girl called softly. "Hmm," Xiao Mo acknowledged, then turned to Blood Leader, "Is she your new disciple?" "Something like that," Blood Leader yawned, "A dear friend of mine fought fiercely outside and unfortunately lost his life, leaving this disciple behind. I owed him a favor, so I've taken her in to guide her in cultivation. Her name is Yu Yunwei." "Understood." Xiao Mo nodded, looking at his little junior sister, "I'm going to rest for a bit." Yu Yunwei watched Xiao Mo walk into the courtyard, blinking gently. "Your senior brother can be quite cold, but he's not a bad person. Get along well," Blood Leader advised, patting her head with a smile. "Understood, Master." Yu Yunwei nodded obediently, though a hint of coldness briefly flickered in her gaze as she looked at Xiao Mo. Afternoon. After practicing for two hours, Xiao Mo stood up from his room and continued practicing the Blood Demon Saber Technique at the peak. Yu Yunwei remained seated in meditation nearby. From Blood Leader, Xiao Mo learned that Yu Yunwei practiced a technique called "Celestial Illusion." The "Celestial Illusion" was an ocular technique consisting of nine stages. Successfully mastering each stage would add a mark to the eyes. If nine marks appeared, it meant the practitioner's Celestial Illusion was fully mastered. Yu Yunwei might only be at the Foundation Establishment stage, but she had already reached the third level, marking her eyes with three lines, which was quite remarkable. Initially, Xiao Mo thought she was a well-behaved young girl, but after half a day, he sensed there was more to her. "Senior Brother, have some water." After practicing the saber technique for an hour, Yu Yunwei approached Xiao Mo with a bowl of water. "Thank you, Yunwei." Xiao Mo set down his soul-imbued saber and took the bowl from the young girl. But as their eyes met, Xiao Mo felt his soul being gradually bound, his consciousness starting to fade. It seemed Yu Yunwei was attempting to exert control over him. However, in a mere instant, Xiao Mo regained his composure. "Yunwei, were you trying to cast an illusion on me?" Xiao Mo inquired. "Huh?" Yu Yunwei appeared startled, quickly shaking her head, her twin pigtails flapping like a drum. "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, really sorry. The Celestial Illusion technique trains the eyes to become weapons, with all techniques cast through them. My realm is low, and I'm not proficient with the Celestial Illusion, sometimes losing control and accidentally casting spells on others. But I assure you, I didn't do it intentionally. Please believe me, Senior Brother!" Her eyes began to well with tears, as if she might cry. "It's fine." Xiao Mo drank the water in one gulp, "Just be more careful in the future." "Okay, Senior Brother!" Yu Yunwei hurriedly retrieved the bowl and ran back to the courtyard. Watching her retreating figure, Xiao Mo couldn't help but furrow his brow. After a few deep breaths, he redirected his focus to his saber practice. Night arrived, and after a bath in the spiritual spring, Xiao Mo washed his clothes casually before sitting on the mountaintop, gazing at the vast sky filled with stars. "What are you thinking about?" A casual female voice rang out. Xiao Mo turned to see Blood Leader, holding a wine gourd, settle beside him. Her hair was slightly damp, evidence of a recent bath. Her pale skin shimmered under the moonlight, and her thin red dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves. "Nothing much," Xiao Mo replied, shaking his head. "Let me guess," Blood Leader grinned enigmatically at him, "Thinking about your little Jiang Xin?" "..." Xiao Mo remained silent. His silence was as good as confirmation. "So, the old monk from Empty Mind Temple didn’t ask you to stay?" Blood Leader asked, draining the gourd, the clear wine trailing down her chin, slipping past her collarbone, and disappearing into her dress. "He did," Xiao Mo replied truthfully. "Then why did you come back?" Blood Leader asked, puzzled. "I thought you might not return; I was ready to go to Empty Mind Temple to get you." "Since I promised to return, I didn't want to break my word," Xiao Mo turned to look at Blood Leader. "Besides, I thought you seemed quite bored alone." "Bored? Hahaha." Blood Leader was taken aback, then burst into laughter, her voice echoing over the peak. "You, boring as anything, acting like you could bring me any joy by being here," she said, offering him the wine gourd. "Want a drink?" "No, thanks," Xiao Mo declined firmly. "Tch." Blood Leader rolled her eyes at him and returned to her drink. Under the moonlight, the boy looked up at the stars, while the woman drank her strong liquor. "Yu Yunwei seems a bit strange," Xiao Mo eventually said. "I know," Blood Leader nodded, "But isn't that why you, as her senior brother, are there to guide her? If you feel the need to kill her, then do it." "Isn't she your friend's disciple?" Xiao Mo asked. "So what?" Blood Leader replied indifferently, "If she dies, it just means she wasn't capable." "My boy," Blood Leader stretched out a hand, ruffling Xiao Mo's hair, "In the Western Region, those who lack strength perish. It's the same for both of us." Xiao Mo lowered his head, contemplating for a moment, "I understand." "Good, then. I'll head back to sleep." Blood Leader rose, heading back to the courtyard. Her voice drifted back. "In seven years, the Ten Thousand Paths Sect will select the Holy Son. Don't embarrass your master."