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

**Chapter 220: Master Wang Xin! This is the last time I say it! Get lost!** After bidding farewell to his third brother, Xiao Mo lifted the long blade in his hand and swung it down once more. The entire courtyard, along with the magic formation, was split in half. As the core of the blood sacrifice formation was destroyed by Xiao Mo, the blood mist that had enveloped the town began to dissipate. The townspeople and cultivators of Maple Leaf City, who had been unconscious, slowly began to awaken. For most of them, they had no idea what had transpired. The recent blood mist seemed as if it had never existed. The remaining cultivators from the Forget River Sect in Maple Leaf City were utterly baffled. What was going on? Could the formation have malfunctioned? Several cultivators from the Forget River Sect quickly ran towards the courtyard where the core of the formation lay. But when they arrived, they saw only a man standing silently at the courtyard gates, holding a Tang-style horizontal blade. As for Sister Liu and Senior Brother Qian, they were nowhere to be found. Without waiting for an explanation, Xiao Mo started advancing toward them with his blade. Sensing Xiao Mo's terrifying aura, the cultivators from the Forget River Sect had only one thought – run! They had no inclination to resist and immediately turned to flee. But Xiao Mo was not about to let them go. With a single swing of his blade, all the cultivators from the Forget River Sect in his path were instantly killed, leaving not even a corpse behind. After dealing with those cultivators, Xiao Mo headed towards the City Lord's Mansion again. "Young Master Xiao, what are you planning to do?" "Young Master Xiao, everything was Sister's doing; it has nothing to do with us." "Young Master Xiao! Please, spare me! I'm begging you!" As Xiao Mo entered the City Lord's Mansion, the people inside could feel the murderous aura surrounding him, and they pleaded for mercy. But apart from the original servants of the mansion, any disciple from the Forget River Sect that Xiao Mo encountered was immediately cut down without hesitation. Meanwhile, a young girl who had just arrived in Maple Leaf City looked around in confusion. She had intended to dismantle the blood sacrifice formation herself. However, before she could act, the formation had already completely dissipated. As she wondered what had happened, a surge of blood energy gathered above the City Lord's Mansion, accompanied by thunderous noises emanating from that direction. Without hesitation, the young girl flew towards the commotion. "Young Master Xiao, I have no quarrel with you. Please spare my life; I am willing to serve you! Moreover, I promise never to commit evil deeds again! Young Master Xiao, I beg you..." A disciple from the inner circle of the Forget River Sect knelt before Xiao Mo, repeatedly kowtowing. Yet Xiao Mo seemed not to hear him and raised his blade once more. Every cultivator of the Forget River Sect had built their path on the lives of others, without exception. Those who might have been exceptions had long become the sustenance of other disciples, just like his third brother. As Xiao Mo was about to bring down his blade, his focus shifted slightly. He immediately turned and swung his blade. Every delicate lotus flower drifting towards Xiao Mo was sliced in mid-air, transforming into countless golden petals that showered down like a rain of gold. A faint fragrance wafted past Xiao Mo's nose, bringing with it a sense of serene tranquility. Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze and looked forward. Under the moonlit sky, a young girl, draped in monk’s robes, stood silently before him. Her skin was as white as jade, her complexion glowing softly under the moonlight as if engulfed by a layer of ethereal luminescence. Long eyelashes shaded a pair of eyes that were as clear as they were profound. Her eyes were so pure that they seemed untouched by the dust of the world, like fresh snow covering a vast plain, so pure that one dared not disturb them for fear of marring their perfection. Though she had no flowing hair, it did not detract from her ethereal beauty in the slightest. Her features were distinct and exquisite, with a sculptured nose and delicate lips, each line seemingly meticulously outlined by moonlight—perfectly balanced to create a breathtaking visage. The young girl’s beauty seemed almost beyond the realm of mortals, as if hailing from a divine world, exuding an immaculate purity. When Xiao Mo’s eyes met the young girl’s, her clear gaze wavered momentarily, filled with incredulity. "Xiao Mo..." Looking at the man enveloped in a murderous aura before her, Wang Xin slowly spoke, as if in a dream. Even though it had been seven years since they last met. Even though he used to be the same height as she was, and was now a head taller. The girl recognized him instantly at first sight. "Jiang Xin, it’s been a long time." Xiao Mo, too, immediately recognized her, for her eyes were unforgettable to anyone who had seen them. "No, I should call you Wang Xin now." "Xiao Mo, what happened here?" Wang Xin asked, her voice filled with anxiety. Though Wang Xin could not read Xiao Mo’s heart, she could feel his anger. "The Forget River Sect planned a blood sacrifice on Maple Leaf City, which resulted in my third brother's death. I’m merely making them pay blood for blood," Xiao Mo replied calmly. "But Xiao Mo..." Wang Xin glanced at the kneeling disciple behind her. "I can feel that in his heart, he truly wishes to repent. My mentor always said that if someone genuinely wishes to change, they should be given a chance to atone for their past misdeeds." "Master Wang Xin." Looking at the innocent girl, Xiao Mo’s tone carried a hint of mockery, almost like derision. "What use is true repentance at the brink of death? Do you really think he’d refrain from evil after I leave? Furthermore, Master Wang Xin, how do you know that those he killed wished for his repentance? What if those wronged souls only seek his death? In the end, even if he truly repents, what does it matter to me? His repentance is his affair; my intention to kill him is mine. I do not have the leisure to 'reform' everyone. All I know is that they deserve to die, and that’s that." Wang Xin: "..." "Step aside," Xiao Mo said to Wang Xin. "No, Xiao Mo, it’s not just about sparing him, but also for your sake." Wang Xin shook her head vigorously. "Your mind is not right now; I can see it. The bloodthirsty aura around you is too intense, and your practice of the Blood Devil Saber is like licking a blade covered in blood. My mentor warned that an excess of slaughter would drive you to madness." "Madness? Wang Xin, I am a disciple of the Wan Dao Sect. In the eyes of the world, I am already a monster," Xiao Mo said indifferently. "How the world sees you is their affair, but to me, you are not!" Wang Xin bit her thin lip tightly. "What you think doesn’t concern me," Xiao Mo replied coldly, raising the Tang-style horizontal blade in his hand. "Move aside!" Under the oppressive weight of his bloodthirsty aura, Wang Xin broke into a cold sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably. Yet the girl stubbornly declared, "I won't let you..." Xiao Mo's eyes narrowed, his towering murderous intent casting a shadow across the entire City Lord’s Mansion. The blood mist seemed to form savage, demonic faces, threatening to engulf Wang Xin. "Master Wang Xin! This is the last time I say it!" Xiao Mo’s eyes gleamed with a frightening crimson. "Get lost!"