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

### Chapter 210: Big Brother, What’s Going On? After parting ways with Jiang Rou, Xiao Mo returned to the Dao Inquiry Altar and once again entered the Book of Hundred Lives. Though Xiao Mo knew it was best to complete his fourth life's experiences within these twenty days, he also understood he couldn't rush. In this life, his path of cultivation had reached its first bottleneck—the more he pressed, the harder it became to break through. Let alone, given that he was practicing the Blood Demon Blade Art, hastiness might even lead him astray. Xiao Mo had come to terms with it; if he couldn't complete the task in this lifetime, so be it; planning to address it after marriage. Thus, Xiao Mo traveled the world, organizing what he had attained through years of cultivation, and sought renowned cultivators to discuss his blade technique. At the same time, he was gathering information on the whereabouts of the other nine candidates for the saint position. These candidates had already left the Wandao Sect, seeking ways to kill Wangxin. If he could encounter them, he'd take them down. As for Blood Kui's suggestion to gate-crash the Ten Great Demonic Sects, Xiao Mo felt he needed to wait. With his current level, venturing directly into those sects meant certain death. At the very least, he'd wait until he entered the Jade Purity realm. Once he reached the upper three realms, Xiao Mo believed no one could stop him if he wanted to leave. Moreover, before confronting the Ten Great Demonic Sects, he wanted to visit his big brother and kin. Though it had been many years since he last saw his four brothers, he hadn't forgotten them and looked forward to a reunion. Years ago, they mentioned seeking immortals at the Heilong Sect. So, Xiao Mo planned to visit Heilong Sect first. Despite its name suggesting a demonic sect, Heilong Sect was in fact a renowned orthodox faction in the Western Region, supposedly established by an ancestor saved by a black dragon, hence the name in gratitude and hope for the dragon's transformation. As Xiao Mo traveled the world, he suppressed his cultivation level to the Foundation Establishment stage. Within a month, countless demonic disciples and rogue cultivators attempted to ambush him. Their end, naturally, was early reincarnation. If he released his full cultivation, most wouldn't dare approach. But Xiao Mo found such travels boring—sometimes fishing was amusing. And those he killed were undeserving of pity. Two months later, Xiao Mo arrived at a city known as Maple Leaf City. Standing at its gates, he frowned, sensing an ominous bloodthirsty aura enveloping the city. Being a disciple of a demonic sect, such phenomena were all too familiar to him. Another demonic sect was likely using the city as a sacrificial medium, intending to refine its tens of thousands of inhabitants. Xiao Mo entered the city, stopped at an inn, and ordered some food. Just as he sat down, he overheard nearby diners discussing: "Did you hear? A demon from Wandao Sect has descended the mountain." "Yeah, his name is Xiao Mo, right?" "I heard this Xiao Mo practices the Blood Demon Blade Art, which requires killing. The more he kills, the stronger he becomes." "Exactly! Just as he descended, he slaughtered a village." "I also heard of his heinous acts, worse than a beast." "Now both demonic and righteous paths are hunting Xiao Mo!" "What realm is Xiao Mo in?" "I heard Dragon Gate Realm." "Some say he's in the Golden Core." "Why did I hear that he's in the Cave Mansion stage?" While they spoke, Xiao Mo quietly sipped his tea, unfazed. To him, it was evident he'd been framed, likely by the other nine saint candidates of Wandao Sect. Yet Xiao Mo was indifferent, not planning to clear his name. In the Western Region, one's reputation meant little. As a demonic sect disciple with a seemingly 'sinister' cultivation, even clarifications would be futile. After finishing his meal, Xiao Mo settled the bill and continued exploring Maple Leaf City, simultaneously sensing the large formation in place. Generally, blood sacrifice formations required preparation before activation. Judging by the emanating blood aura, it would be seven days at most. Furthermore, such a formation was of high grade, undetectable to those below the Golden Core stage. "Oh well, I'll stay a few more days and eliminate those demonic sect members before leaving." Xiao Mo thought no more of it—just a matter of a few blade strikes. As he contemplated finding an inn, he heard children playing not far away. Surveying the scene, Xiao Mo saw a few boys tossing a doll around, while a little girl at the center desperately tried to reclaim it, tears welling in her eyes. The doll was always thrown just out of reach, and the braided girl's panic was evident. Finally, the girl squatted, hugging her knees, tears streaming. "Can't get it, can't get it," she cried, while the boys mocked her as a crybaby. “Ow!” “Who hit me?” “Hey!” “It's not right for someone your size to bully little kids!” “Whoa!” Soon, the girl's cries were replaced by the boys' yelps. When she looked up, she saw a big brother gently knocking on their heads. They ran off, clutching their heads in tears. “Here,” Xiao Mo said, dusting off the doll and handing it to her. The little girl blinked up at him for a while before realizing, then hurriedly took the doll, cradling it, “Thank you, big brother!” “No need,” Xiao Mo replied as he turned to leave. "Big brother?" Xiao Mo hadn’t walked far when the girl’s voice reached him again. “Hmm?” He turned back. “Big brother, are you from Maple Leaf City?” she asked, a hint of worry in her tone. “No, just passing through. Why?” “Then you'd better leave quickly,” she said, swallowing nervously. “This place is very dangerous.” “Dangerous?” Xiao Mo squatted before her, smiling, “Why do you say that?” “I don't really know…” She looked towards the sky over Maple Leaf City. “Ever since someone named Qian Zhenhao became our city lord, there's been something strange and terrifying, like a blood mist, looming over.” Xiao Mo's eyes widened slightly, “What did you say the city lord's name was?” “Qian Zhenhao,” she repeated. “Big brother, what’s wrong?” The chapter ends here.