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

Chapter 190: From Now On, I'll Be the One to Discipline You “What’s going on here?” “Why isn't it working?” Sitting in her room, Yu Yunwei bit her finger lightly, staring at the cabin where Xiao Mo resided, not far away. Even though Xiao Mo was one realm higher than her, she had used her illusions to control cultivators at the Grotto Heaven Stage before, and they were adults to boot. Yet Xiao Mo was the same age as her and had no defenses against her. In theory, when she attempted to control him with illusions this afternoon, it should have been a piece of cake. However, much to her surprise, Xiao Mo broke free from her control in an instant. “Does he have some special ability? Or is his willpower unimaginably strong?” Yu Yunwei frowned, perplexed by this turn of events. The more she thought about her master conversing with Xiao Mo, the deeper her discomfort grew. It was as if Xiao Mo stood on equal footing with her master. Why? Why did he have the right to speak to Master Xue Kui in such a manner? Besides, she wasn’t lacking in talent either, so why did Master only have eyes for him?! A flash of resentment flickered in Yu Yunwei's eyes. She needed to come up with another plan! For the next few days, Yu Yunwei refrained from any peculiar actions. On the contrary, she behaved very obediently. She helped Xiao Mo and Xue Kui with their laundry, cooking, and cleaning of the courtyard. When Xiao Mo was exhausted from practicing with his blade, Yu Yunwei would promptly bring him a bowl of tea. Xiao Mo acted as if the incident had never occurred, treating her the same as always. Yu Yunwei showed interest in the Blood Devil Blade Technique, but Xue Kui, absorbed in his own pursuits, wasn't inclined to teach her. So, Xiao Mo taught her some moves. Yet it was clear that she wasn’t suited for blade training. A month later, Xiao Mo had to go to Ten Thousand Demons Town to procure some supplies, and Yu Yunwei insisted on accompanying him. “I’m going to buy some herbs. Junior Sister, you take Master's gourd and get the Sangluo wine,” Xiao Mo instructed Yu Yunwei. “Okay, Senior Brother,” she nodded, clutched her master's wine gourd, and dashed toward the tavern. Just after Xiao Mo finished buying his body-strengthening herbs and found Yu Yunwei, he stumbled upon her in an argument with some men. “What’s the matter?” Xiao Mo walked over to ask. Seeing her senior brother arrive, Yu Yunwei swiftly ran to him and clung to his arm, saying, “Senior Brother, right before you came, I overheard them boasting that the position of the Holy Son would certainly belong to their eldest senior brother. How ridiculous is that?” With that, she turned to shout at those men, “You useless bunch! You aspire to seize the Holy Son title in seven years? Let me tell you, the Holy Son title belongs to my Senior Brother! Your Senior Brother wouldn’t last three moves against him!” Her words infuriated the disciples from Cloud Peak, who were trembling with rage, nearly ready to cut her down on the spot. Xiao Mo simply cast a calm glance at his junior sister beside him. “Useless! What? Weren’t you planning to attack me just a moment ago? Now that my Senior Brother is here, you’ve lost your nerve? Cowards!” Yu Yunwei continued her taunts. “Damn it! Let’s kill these two!” A Cloud Peak disciple drew his sword and charged at Xiao Mo. These disciples were only at the Foundation Establishment level. Xiao Mo didn’t even unsheathe his blade. With a simple flick, they were all sent flying, spitting blood. “Let’s go back,” Xiao Mo turned, ready to leave the city with Yu Yunwei. However, he had barely taken a few steps when a sword aura slashed toward him, and Yu Yunwei’s mouth curled into a slight smirk. Xiao Mo turned and easily deflected it with his blade. A man in a cloud-patterned robe approached, wearing a golden core. Xiao Mo eyed the identification token at his waist, engraved with “Cloud Peak Cai Tianrui.” Xiao Mo had heard of him; he was a direct disciple of Master Yunxiao, the most cherished one, reaching the Golden Core Stage at the age of nineteen. “Did you think you could just leave after injuring Cloud Peak’s disciples?” Cai Tianrui asked coldly, eyes fixed on Xiao Mo. “What do you want?” Yu Yunwei gathered her courage and retorted, “We’re from the Bloodwork Peak, I’ll have you know!” “Bloodwork Peak, is it? I recall your Master once said that if the two sides differ by two stages, life and death would be on their own, and she wouldn’t intervene.” Cai Tianrui glanced at his groaning junior disciples on the ground. “Xiao Mo, isn’t it? I don’t want to bully those younger. Bow three times and cut off your arm, and I won’t kill you.” “Senior Brother,” Yu Yunwei looked at Xiao Mo, “Cai Tianrui is at the Golden Core Stage. Maybe we should drop it. It was my fault; let me bow in your place.” “No need.” Xiao Mo simply turned away, behaving as if no one else was present, “Let’s go.” As Xiao Mo continued walking out of the city, Cai Tianrui’s brow furrowed, and he gripped his sword hilt, killing intent oozing. A flash of cold light, and Cai Tianrui swung his sword at Xiao Mo. Sword energy gathered into a colossal dragon, lunging toward Xiao Mo. Cai Tianrui didn’t hold back; he intended to obliterate Xiao Mo with a single strike! Just as everyone thought Xiao Mo’s fate was sealed... Xiao Mo drew his Bladen Spirit Sabre. Blade intent, as heavy as a mountain, pressed down on all their shoulders, the stifling aura of the blood fiend overwhelming. Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Xiao Mo swung his blade down. The blood fiend aura, like a waterfall, crashed onto the sword dragon, cutting through it. When everyone regained their senses, Cai Tianrui had already been cleaved in two. “How could this be?” Yu Yunwei looked at the corpse in disbelief. Despite a two-stage difference, Cai Tianrui couldn’t withstand even one strike from Xiao Mo? Was he really only at the Grotto Heaven Stage? Could such a Grotto Heaven Stage really exist? With his saber sheathed, Xiao Mo continued ahead as if nothing had happened. Not until he had walked thirty yards did Yu Yunwei snap to her senses and hasten to follow him. On their way back to Bloodwork Peak, Xiao Mo spoke quietly, “Don’t pull stunts like that again in the future.” “Huh?” Yu Yunwei paused, confused, “What exactly is Senior Brother referring to?” Xiao Mo stopped, turning to meet her gaze. “Senior Brother,” with Xiao Mo's stern demeanor, Yu Yunwei hugged her arms, “Did I do something wrong?” “Give me your hand.” “Senior Brother...” “Your hand,” Xiao Mo shook his head, “Don’t make me say it a third time.” Yu Yunwei reluctantly extended her fair palm. Xiao Mo raised the scabbard and tapped it against her palm repeatedly. Yu Yunwei bit her lip to endure the pain. After ten strikes, her palm was red and swollen. Seeing the teary-eyed girl, Xiao Mo spoke with a composed voice: “Yunwei, since Xue Kui isn’t teaching you, starting now, I'll be the one to guide your way.”