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

### Chapter 192: I'm Not Afraid of Him! The next morning, the chirping of birds filled the mountain air, resonating loudly atop the peaks. Lying in bed, the girl furrowed her brows and slowly opened her eyes. Glancing at the sky, she realized it was already past the third quarter of the ancient timekeeping hour known as "Mao." She attempted to sit up but, as soon as her palm pressed against the bed, a sharp pain shot through her hand. "Damn it! Damn it, damn it!" The pain in her palm reminded Yu Yunwei of the beating she received yesterday. Furious, she threw the pillow forcefully off the bed. "You think you can make me get up just because you say so? I won't go!" Yu Yunwei angrily lay back down, her shoulders heaving with ire. Yet when she closed her eyes, planning to fall back asleep, a vision of Xiao Mo's cold gaze flashed in her mind, along with his words: "Don't make me come to your room to call you." After tossing and turning in bed for several moments, Yu Yunwei finally gritted her teeth and sat up. "I want to see exactly what you're up to!" Climbing out of bed, Yu Yunwei begrudgingly put on her dress and left the courtyard. After washing up, she sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, glancing towards Xiao Mo's room. If looks could kill, Xiao Mo would have been slain countless times over by Yu Yunwei's glare. Just then, the door to Xiao Mo's room opened, and Yu Yunwei felt a tremor in her body as her heart began to race, overcome by an inexplicable fear. "I'm not afraid of him!" Yu Yunwei reassured herself internally, shaking her head vigorously before continuing to glare fiercely at Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo ignored her, though. After freshening up, Xiao Mo retrieved several books from a storage pouch and placed them on the stone table in the courtyard. "What are these?" Yu Yunwei blinked in confusion. "These are some classics from the schools of thought," Xiao Mo explained, sitting across from her. "But mostly Confucian texts. From today onwards, I'll teach you how to read." "Reading?" Yu Yunwei wondered if she had heard wrong. "You're going to teach me to read?" Xiao Mo nodded. "Don't worry, my knowledge might not be extensive, but it should suffice to teach you." "But. . . we are disciples of the Demon Sect! Even in the Western Region, hardly anyone practices Confucianism!" Yu Yunwei scoffed, doubting whether her senior brother had lost his mind. "Who says reading must mean following the Confucian path?" Xiao Mo remained unperturbed. "Reading can cultivate the mind and help you understand certain truths." "I refuse to read!" Yu Yunwei turned her head, her tone resolute. "You don't have a choice." Xiao Mo placed a book before her. "Today, we'll start with the 'Analects.'" "I said I won't read!" Yu Yunwei stood up, shouting. Since last night's falling out, Yu Yunwei no longer pretended to be the obedient junior sister to Xiao Mo. "Sit down," Xiao Mo said calmly. "You—" "Sit down," Xiao Mo repeated, looking her in the eye. "As I mentioned before, there are things I don't say a third time." Yu Yunwei was breathless with rage. But the next moment, she sensed a murderous aura like a sea surrounding her. There was no doubt in her mind that if he had to say it a third time, her head would be on the ground. Clenching her fists tightly, Yu Yunwei finally sat beside Xiao Mo after a moment of inner struggle. "Very good." Xiao Mo nodded. "Open the book and follow along with me: 'The Master said: To learn and at due times to repeat what one has learnt, is that not a pleasure?'" Yu Yunwei kept her lips sealed tightly. "Read," Xiao Mo repeated, his tone unyielding. "The—Master—said: To—learn—and—at due—times—to—repeat—what—one has—learnt, is that—not a—pleasure," Yu Yunwei reluctantly repeated, word by word. "Continue: To have friends come from afar, is that not joy?" "To—have—friends—come—from afar" Time passed slowly, with the courtyard resonating with the voices of a boy and a girl reading. Typically, the boy read one sentence, and the girl followed. Then, the boy would explain the meaning of each phrase to her. Even though Yu Yunwei wanted to resist. But Yu Yunwei knew if she didn't read, she might not survive the morning. Increasingly, Yu Yunwei found Xiao Mo puzzling. Though he was just a cultivator at the Cave Abode stage, he could effortlessly slay a Core Formation cultivator with a single strike. Though he was intent on instructing her, at times, he seemed genuinely murderous. Though he was a disciple of the Demon Sect, he taught her Confucian classics. Though he was indeed merely a child like her, he seemed like an adult to her. Eventually, the sun climbed high into the sky. Blood Demoness awoke and stepped outside, hearing the sound of reading. Yawning, she turned her gaze towards the source. Seeing Xiao Mo teaching Yu Yunwei to read, Blood Demoness was also taken aback. She wondered if she was still groggy from sleep. In the Western Region, in the Ten Great Demon Sects, on her very own Bloody Peak. Her eldest disciple was teaching her second disciple Confucian classics? However... Blood Demoness watched Yu Yunwei's reluctant but unavoidable learning, Then glanced at Xiao Mo's earnest teaching demeanor, Blood Demoness couldn't help but smile slightly, finding it rather amusing. At the precisely scheduled hour, Xiao Mo closed the book. "That's all for today. We'll continue tomorrow." "We have to do this again tomorrow?" Just when she thought she was free, Yu Yunwei frowned deeply. Xiao Mo glanced at her. "You'll read every day. Additionally, I will instruct you in Confucian etiquette every evening." Yu Yunwei: "..." "Do you hear me?" Xiao Mo asked. "I hear you!" Yu Yunwei snapped, storming off like an agitated hen and slamming her door behind her. "Hahaha..." As soon as Yu Yunwei returned to her room, Blood Demoness's laughter echoed. A fragrant breeze blew past. Blood Demoness sat before Xiao Mo, flipping through the 'Analects' with interest, her long legs crossed. "So you're teaching her to read?" "Is that a problem?" Xiao Mo asked. "That's your business. I'm not concerned." Blood Demoness replied indifferently. "But, who would have thought she would actually listen to you?" "She fears death." Xiao Mo took the book from Blood Demoness's hands and placed it back into his storage pouch. "What if she didn't fear death and was determined to oppose you?" Blood Demoness propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm, grinning mischievously as she looked at Xiao Mo. "Would you kill her?" Xiao Mo looked up. "What do you think?" "Hahahaha..." Blood Demoness ruffled his hair, stood up, and tossed an envelope onto the table. "What's this?" Xiao Mo asked. "A list of those who want to kill you," Blood Demoness replied. "Yesterday, you killed disciples of Yunwen Peak, garnering considerable attention. They know you will partake in the Sacred Son selection, so they plan to kill you first to prevent future trouble." "And?" Xiao Mo picked up the envelope. Blood Demoness's eyes gleamed as she smiled: "Kill them all."