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

### Chapter 228: Someone Has Quite the Interest in Becoming the Sect Leader's Wife "Rabbit, I'm sorry." Wang Xin spoke softly, her fingers gently caressing the soft back of the bunny, her voice full of remorse. "I shouldn't have shaved that patch of your fur… I'm truly sorry." "But don't worry, it will grow back soon." "Be careful not to get caught by anyone again, okay?" "Goodbye, little rabbit." In the forest, Wang Xin gently petted the mother rabbit's head, lightly nudging its back to signal it to leave. The mother rabbit hopped forward a few steps, then turned its head to glance at Wang Xin before bounding away lightly, soon disappearing into the depths of the forest. “It's gone.” Xiao Mo, standing beside her, looked at Wang Xin and spoke in a calm tone before turning and heading down the mountain. Wang Xin stood up, quickly jogging to catch up. She slightly turned her head, her eyes filled with a hint of curiosity, asking softly, “Xiao Mo, do I really not need to practice?” “You are a disciple of Buddhism, not someone of the demonic path.” Xiao Mo replied indifferently, his gaze still fixed ahead. “Besides, I've always handled those I need to kill myself, without needing your help.” “But... the blood fiend aura around you…” Wang Xin hesitated, her voice gradually lowering, “What if one day you can't control it…” “That day won't come.” Xiao Mo interrupted her, his tone decisive, “Even the Blood Fiend is still safe and sound; I am not worse than her.” Xiao Mo turned to directly meet Wang Xin’s eyes, speaking earnestly, “On the contrary, if you dare to disperse my blood aura without permission again... I will definitely send you back to Kong Nian Temple. Do you understand?” Wang Xin lowered her head, resembling a scolded little girl, and replied softly, “I understand…” “Good that you do.” Xiao Mo gently knocked her on the head, his gaze extending forward once more. Wang Xin looked at Xiao Mo’s profile. Xiao Mo's deep eyes seemed to hide something from her, yet she couldn’t fathom his thoughts. Four days later. Just as Xiao Mo was only half a month's journey away from the Black Dragon Sect, he stopped abruptly and without warning. Wang Xin, continuing to walk forward, accidentally bumped into Xiao Mo's back. “Xiao Mo?” Wang Xin looked up in confusion. Just as Wang Xin finished speaking, Xiao Mo turned around and pulled her to him, with his Na Ling Knife instantly being unsheathed. “Boom!” A blood-red blade light flashed, and a massive boulder exploded into fragments. Behind the boulder, a woman in a light gauzy dress gracefully appeared. “Oh dear, Young Master Xiao, you almost frightened me to death.” The woman teasingly patted her rising and falling chest. She had an oval face, her complexion smooth like a ripe peach, with a soft, silky glow. Her eyebrows were long and naturally delicate, arching like distant mountains with hints of makeup. Her eyes slightly tilted upward at the ends, with a straight nose gracefully tapering down to full lips. Her lips were plump, naturally a rich red, the corners always slightly curled up, holding a hint of vibrant color even without rouge. Wang Xin gazed in astonishment at this woman, thinking she was truly beautiful. Especially her exposed neck and slender wrists; her skin was as white as high-quality mutton-fat jade, polished and almost translucent, revealing faint blue veins beneath. “Zi Li of Wan Hua Peak greets Young Master Xiao.” Despite Xiao Mo's killing intent, Zi Li seemed unfazed, greeting him with a poised bow. “Have you come courting death?” Even in front of such an alluring woman, Xiao Mo’s expression remained ordinary, his long knife vibrating in his hand as if ready to strike her at any moment. Yet Xiao Mo did indeed recognize her. He recalled the Peak Master of Wan Hua Peak had taken a female disciple. This female disciple was born with a captivating allure, naturally suited for practicing enticing arts and dual cultivation methods. Moreover, due to her unique physique, her cultivation art differed from others at Wan Hua Peak. The technique Zi Li cultivated, the "Heart Sutra of the Sun and Moon," was exceptionally difficult and unique. What made the "Heart Sutra of the Sun and Moon" unique was that, although it was a dual cultivation technique, one could reach the immortal realm without dual cultivation. Only if one wished to cultivate faster, or breakthrough from the immortal realm to the ascended realm, would dual cultivation with another become necessary. Furthermore, once a woman practicing the "Heart Sutra of the Sun and Moon" engaged in dual cultivation with a man, their fates would be intertwined. For life, she could only be "one person for one life," and not be touched by any other man without facing endless backlash. Also, due to her cultivation technique, she would never again be moved by any other man emotionally. However, women practicing the "Heart Sutra of the Sun and Moon" couldn't just choose any man casually. The greater the talent of the man, the more beneficial it was to the woman's cultivation. If the man's talent was insufficient, it might even have adverse effects. “Young Master Xiao, I’ve not come here to seek death.” Zi Li’s lips curled slightly, her eyes inadvertently sweeping over to Wang Xin as she spoke. Though Zi Li was always extremely confident in her appearance, seeing this holy maiden of Buddhism, she couldn’t help but feel slightly inferior. “Nor am I here to hide,” she laughed lightly. “I was merely concerned that seeing Young Master Xiao walking with Sister Wang Xin would disturb the peace between you two, so I decided to lay low.” “Speak plainly.” Even in the face of innate allure, Xiao Mo appeared significantly impatient. Regardless of how exceptional Zi Li's beauty was, captivating countless disciples of the myriad sects, Xiao Mo cared little. “Oh dear, Young Master Xiao is still so impatient,” Zi Li remained unfazed, her smile deepening, “I came specifically to propose a collaboration with you.” “Collaboration?” Xiao Mo feigned amusement, seemingly intrigued, “What is there for us to collaborate on? What could possibly be collaborated?” “It's simple.” Zi Li glided forward with lotus-like steps, approaching Xiao Mo. The wind blew, causing her gauzy dress to cling to her body, beautifully outlining her voluptuous curves. “You aspire to the position of Sacred Son of Myriad Dao Sect and indeed have the strength for it, but you should understand that managing a sect requires more than just strength.” Her voice was sweet and alluring, yet every word was clear. “You need someone… to handle all matters for you.” “Get to the point.” Xiao Mo’s tone grew colder. “Alright, alright,” Zi Li noticed his displeasure, her captivating demeanor undiminished, “I have no interest in the position of Sacred Son, nor do I care for the future role of Sect Leader.” She paused slightly, her lashes lifting softly, her gaze weaving itself around him, “But I am quite interested in becoming the Sect Leader's wife.” (End of the chapter)