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

Chapter 219: Third Brother, Take Care "I have no choice, Fifth Brother!" Qian Zhenhao suddenly raised his head. "The Peak Master of the Hundred Ghosts Peak said that I have considerable talent and an excellent disposition. If I am willing to kill those closest to me and use their blood as a sacrifice, I can cultivate the Hundred Ghosts Technique and become his disciple! I don't want to remain an outer disciple for life! I want to prove that I am not inferior to anyone else! I want to earn all kinds of rare treasures! I don't want to live a life of poverty anymore! I want everyone to bow before me as I ascend step by step to the highest!" Qian Zhenhao's voice grew louder and his breath heavier as he spoke, appearing almost in a frenzy: "Fifth Brother, I know you have a kind heart. Since childhood, you have been more kind-hearted than any of our five brothers. But Fifth Brother, in the Western Territory, what use is kindness? Kind-hearted people only get eaten by the wicked!" "Fourth Brother, I don’t believe myself to be exceptionally kind. I’m selfish too and only care about what matters to me." Xiao Mo shook his head and drew the longsword in his hand, walking step by step towards Qian Zhenhao. "But Fourth Brother. If one has no bottom line in their quest for cultivation, how are they any different from a beast? If someone can forsake anything for the sake of cultivation, what meaning does the path to immortality have?" Watching the sword in Xiao Mo's hand, Qian Zhenhao frowned. "Fifth Brother, do you want to fight me? Do you think you can beat me? You are only a Foundation Establishment cultivator." The longsword in Xiao Mo's hand reflected the faint moonlight. "Let's try." "Fine!" With a thought, a Hundred Ghosts Banner appeared in Qian Zhenhao’s hand. "Rest assured, Fifth Brother, once you are in my Hundred Ghosts Banner, you can reunite with Third Brother." Qian Zhenhao fiercely waved the Hundred Ghosts Banner. In an instant, countless malevolent spirits and vengeful ghosts, refined within the banner, screamed as they charged towards Xiao Mo. Almost simultaneously, a pool of churning blood appeared beneath Xiao Mo’s feet. Crimson ghostly hands surged from it, gripping his ankles tightly, trying to drag him into the abyss below. Yet Xiao Mo's eyes showed no trace of panic. He looked up at the surging wave of ghosts, and amidst the phantoms, he spotted a tormented soul weeping blood—his Third Brother’s lingering spirit. "Third Brother, don’t worry, Fifth Brother will send you on your way now." Just when Qian Zhenhao thought he could easily extinguish Xiao Mo, he took a step forward. In an instant, a furious force of blood qi erupted from Xiao Mo, dispersing the blood pool beneath his feet. Then, the sword qi from Xiao Mo's body intertwined with the blood qi, forming chains that bound all the malevolent spirits within the Hundred Ghosts Banner. They howled incessantly but could not move an inch. With another step forward, the violent burst of blood qi caused Qian Zhenhao to be blown backward. "How is this possible?" As he hit the ground, Qian Zhenhao spat out blood, utterly shocked that Xiao Mo could so effortlessly neutralize the Hundred Ghosts Banner. Wasn’t he only a Foundation Establishment cultivator? How could his abilities be so profound? "Xiao Mo!" At that moment, a voice filled with resentment came from above. When Xiao Mo looked up, a furnace was descending towards him. Liuyue Ya, furious beyond measure, had planned to play with Xiao Mo for a few days before ultimately draining him. But now, she just wanted to fully refine him! However, Xiao Mo didn’t even spare her a glance. He unleashed his full pressure without restraint. Once freed, the perfect Nascent Soul pressure weighed down the entire courtyard like a mountain. With a single slash, the blood-red sword qi cut through Liuyue Ya, slicing through the dense blood fog in the city as if to tear the very heavens. Liuyue Ya's eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating. She didn't even know what had happened. "Bang!" Liuyue Ya dissipated into a mist of blood, scattered by the wind. "Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul stage..." Qian Zhenhao looked blankly at his Fifth Brother, his mind a complete void. Wasn’t his Fifth Brother a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator? How could he be at the Nascent Soul stage? Why does he deserve to be a Nascent Soul cultivator? He had sacrificed so much, clawed and scraped his way to the entrance of a sect, using every dark art the demonic sects offered, which was quite something in the Wangchuan Sect! But Fifth Brother, how did he reach the Nascent Soul stage in just eight years? "Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo..." Suddenly, a thought struck Qian Zhenhao’s mind. Recently, there were rumors of a candidate saint from Wandao Sect going down the mountain, named Xiao Mo, notorious for heinous acts, hunted by both righteous and evil factions alike. Even though Qian Zhenhao knew it was largely a setup by other Wandao Sect candidates to frame Xiao Mo, hoping to kill him, the fact that this Xiao Mo was Nascent Soul wasn’t a lie! Initially, Qian Zhenhao had wondered how this Wandao Sect saint candidate shared the same name as his Fifth Brother. He never expected, it indeed was his Fifth Brother! And as Qian Zhenhao's thoughts raced, Xiao Mo continued towards him. Seeing the longsword in Xiao Mo’s hand, knowing he had no chance of victory, Qian Zhenhao dropped to his knees: “Fifth Brother! Don’t kill me! I know I was wrong, Fifth Brother! I will change, I shouldn’t have harmed Third Brother! I am not worthy! I am not worthy!” Qian Zhenhao kept knocking his head against the ground, blood staining the floor. “Fourth Brother, have you heard this saying?” Xiao Mo said calmly. “When a person begs for mercy, it’s not because they realize their wrong, it’s because they know they’re about to die.” With those words, Xiao Mo raised his sword. Qian Zhenhao swiftly retreated: “No! Fifth Brother, you can’t kill me! You’ve already killed the Eldest Sister, Wandering Sect will come for you; if you spare me, I can be your inside man in Wandering Sect!” "It's not necessary," Xiao Mo shook his head, "Tomorrow, I will visit Wandering Sect myself." "Visit Wandering Sect?" Qian Zhenhao thought he misheard. He is not fleeing or hiding, but going to Wandering Sect voluntarily? Xiao Mo looked up at the starry sky: "I want the Western Territory to learn some rules, starting with Wandering Sect." "Fifth Brother, you’re not thinking straight... You…" Qian Zhenhao's words were cut short. Xiao Mo's sword sliced through, and Qian Zhenhao exploded into a mist of blood. The Hundred Ghosts Banner fell to the ground, which Xiao Mo sliced through. Freed from the confines of the banner, the vengeful spirits transformed into rays of light, returning to the path, entering the cycle of reincarnation. Xiao Mo unfastened the gourd from his waist, replacing the tea within with wine long ago. Watching the familiar visage fade, he tilted the gourd, pouring the wine on the ground: "Third Brother, take care." (End of Chapter)