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

### Chapter 218: You're Right, I Was the One Who Killed Him! As the attackers in black advanced, Ning Wei's face turned pale. She threw the jade token given to her by Brother Xiao to the ground with force. As the token shattered, its fragments instantaneously transformed into dust, forming a magical array. A jade-colored light appeared, creating a blue protective barrier around Ning Wei, shielding her and her mother. "Bang!" When the black-clad assailants swung their swords at Ning Wei and her mother, the blue light circle shuddered, repelling the attackers. Struggling to their feet, they wondered how their opponents could possess such a mystical artifact. "Break the formation with talismans!" Though they were unsure where their opponents got the protective instrument, they knew every magical item had limitations. The more powerful the artifact, the higher the cultivation level and spiritual power needed to activate it. Artifacts that could be used by mere mortals with a simple throw were even more limited in power. After all, if an artifact's grade were too high, a mortal couldn't use it and might even suffer backlash. Thus, they got up and combined their efforts to unleash talismans, hoping to dismantle the formation. Talismans bombarded the blue barrier, exploding one after another. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosions sent furniture flying and collapsed walls, turning the house into ruins. The blue halo around the mother and daughter weakened, cracking but not shattering under the assault. "Why won't this damn barrier break?" The anxious disciples from Wangchuan Sect fretted. When the jade token was smashed, the person who gave it was surely alerted and might be on the way. Desperate not to fail and incur the wrath of Sister Liu and Brother Qian, one sorcerer reluctantly used a talisman. That talisman was his final resort, containing the full-force strike of a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, but he had to use it! As the talisman disintegrated, a wave of sword energy struck the array. Though Lady Wang was just an ordinary woman, she sensed impending doom. She turned her back, hugging her daughter tightly, eyes shut. Yet, she felt no pain. When she opened her eyes, a man with a Tang broadsword stood before her. The remaining black-clad men stood dazed, their eyes gradually losing focus. As Xiao Mo sheathed his weapon, the men burst into blood mist, as if they were never there. "Brother Xiao!" Ning Wei called tearfully. "Young Master Xiao," Lady Wang regained her composure and bowed quickly, "Thank you for saving us!" "I'm just glad Madam Wang and Wei Wei are alright," Xiao Mo nodded. "Young Master Xiao, who were those people? And what about this blood mist?" Lady Wang asked worriedly. "Wangchuan Sect set up a blood sacrificial formation to refine the entire city. This blood mist is a symptom. The attackers were also Wangchuan Sect cultivators, probably here to kill you and take Ning Wei to their sect." Xiao Mo gave a straightforward answer. "But don't worry, Madam Wang. The formation will last two more hours. Stay within its confines, and everything will soon be over." With that, Xiao Mo turned and vanished from sight. "Brother Xiao," Ning Wei murmured, watching him leave, biting her lip. "What's wrong, Wei Wei?" Lady Wang asked her daughter. Ning Wei shook her head. "I'm not sure. Although Brother Xiao seemed the same as always, there was something terrifying about him tonight." At the center of Maple Leaf City, in a secluded courtyard engraved with cryptic runes, lay spirit stones and blood-imbued items. These formed the heart of the Maple Leaf City blood sacrificial array. Qian Zhenhao sat within, reveling in the growing blood aura, his eyes alight with excitement. All the city's inhabitants and cultivators were already asleep. At the peak of the hour, they would turn to blood mist in their dreams, fueling his cultivation. He'd soon advance to the peak of the Cave Estate stage! Dying in sleep was his final mercy to them. They ought to be grateful to him. "Who are you?" "Stop right there!" "I'm telling you to halt! Didn't you hear me?" "Kill him!" As Qian Zhenhao indulged in his delusions, the clamorous noise from Wangchuan Sect disciples erupted outside. But it abruptly ceased, as if everyone had stopped simultaneously. "Bang!" The courtyard gate flew open as Xiao Mo kicked it in, crushing several hapless disciples to death. Qian Zhenhao frowned, looking up to see which audacious cultivator dared this. When he identified the intruder, he froze, suspecting his eyes deceived him. "Little Fifth Brother?" He called instinctively. Wasn't his Fifth Brother supposed to be with the senior sister in the courtyard? Why was he here? How did he find this place? Wasn't he a Foundation Establishment cultivator? Were the guards at the door also Foundation Establishment? Did he kill them in a few moves? How could this be? "Little Fifth Brother, why are you here?" Cold sweat beaded on Qian Zhenhao's forehead. He didn't know why, but even though the aura of his Fifth Brother remained at the Foundation Establishment level, the presence he exuded felt like that of a god of death. With one casual swing, it seemed, he could obliterate him. "Fourth Brother is using this blood sacrificial array to refine the city's inhabitants?" Xiao Mo asked calmly. "Little Fifth Brother, this is the Western region, a place where strength reigns supreme. How else do you think I reached my cultivation level?" Now exposed, Qian Zhenhao made no attempt to hide it. "And these mortals becoming nourishment for my cultivation is their honor!" "So, you also 'consumed' Third Brother?" Xiao Mo gazed coldly into Qian Zhenhao's eyes, his depths frigid as abyssal waters. "..." Qian Zhenhao fell silent. Only the rustling of leaves filled the courtyard in the stirring wind. "Yes!" Long after, Qian Zhenhao replied coldly, staring at Xiao Mo. "Though I don't know how you learned of this, you're right. I killed him with my hands!" Staring at his right hand, Qian Zhenhao's lips twisted into a warped grin: "To this day, I can't forget his gaze. And I can't forget the sensation of the sword piercing his chest!" (End of the Chapter)