Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 154: Chapter 137: At the Ascension Realm, One Can Be a Little Unreasonable

The City Lord’s Mansion, Shatian City, Zhao Kingdom.

Xiao Mo was reading the letters Li Sisi had delivered.

A letter from Daoist Master Fuchen stated that Ruxue had been in a deep sleep for the past few decades. Although the pain from the Evil Qi would sometimes wake her, Daoist Master Fuchen would promptly give her an Elixir to help her fall asleep again.

However, the Evil Qi in Ruxue’s body was growing stronger, and the Elixirs were becoming less effective.

Fortunately, only a small sliver of Profound Ice remained within the piece of Amber at Xiao Mo’s waist.

Xiao Mo estimated that the Profound Ice would completely melt in a year at most. By then, the Merit he had accumulated for the Human Race should be just about enough.

As soon as he had enough Merit, he would immediately return to the Desolate Land to heal Ruxue.

Meanwhile, in the World of Ten Thousand Laws.

Ever since Xiao Mo had risked his life to slay an Ascension Realm Demon Cultivator, and He Yeye had led the army of Demon Suppression City like a sharp dagger into the heartland of the Demon Race’s World, chaos had begun to stir within their domain.

It was true that when the World of Ten Thousand Laws was at a disadvantage, many Human Race Sects had betrayed them and colluded with the Demon Race’s World.

But the Demon Race’s World was not a monolith either.

The various kingdoms and tribes within the Demon Race’s World each had their own interests.

When the Demon Race’s army held the advantage, most demons were willing to set aside their differences for the sake of greater profit.

But when the army’s advance stalled, or even faced setbacks, all sorts of accumulated problems would gradually surface.

Although the Demon Race’s World still held a certain advantage, it was steadily shrinking.

In contrast, the Human Race had shown astonishing resilience. They were now launching a counterattack, their morale soaring.

“Mr. Xiao.” A knock came at the door, followed by a woman’s voice.

“Come in,” Xiao Mo replied.

The door opened, and a Female Cultivator from the Qinhua Sect walked in. She bowed with her sword in hand. “Mr. Xiao, there is a letter for you. It’s from Miss Shang of Bailu Academy.”

’A letter from Senior Sister?’ Xiao Mo paused, surprised.

Although his Senior Sister’s Cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Realm, she was not skilled in combat. He feared that even a powerful Golden Core Realm Demon Cultivator could cut her down.

That was why she was currently working behind the lines, organizing intelligence and coordinating communications between the various fronts.

When she had something to say to him, she usually just added a note at the end of an official document.

A personal letter like this was extremely rare.

“Bring it here,” Xiao Mo said.

“Yes, sir.” The Female Cultivator from the Qinhua Sect respectfully placed the envelope on the desk.

Xiao Mo opened the envelope. After reading it, he couldn’t help but shake his head.

Xiao Mo looked up at the Female Cultivator from the Qinhua Sect. “I need to leave Shatian City for a while. Fortunately, the situation here has stabilized. I’m leaving everything in your hands for the time being. Just manage the battlefield and assist Chen Han and the others in pursuing the Demon Race.”

“Sir, what is this about?” the Female Cultivator asked, puzzled.

Xiao Mo glanced at the letter and sighed. “I have to be away for a while to handle some personal matters.”

…

After handing over his duties in Shatian City, Xiao Mo immediately flew to Shuijing City.

Upon arriving in Shuijing City, Xiao Mo, carrying a jug of wine and two wine bowls, went straight to the dungeon.

The Cultivators guarding the dungeon initially tried to stop him, but when they saw the “Companion Saints and Sages” plaque hanging from his waist, they immediately stepped aside.

Entering the dungeon, Xiao Mo walked steadily forward until he stopped at a cell at the very end.

Inside the cell, a scholar in the green robes of the Confucian School sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed.

The scholar’s hair was disheveled, and his green robes were torn in several places. He looked utterly wretched.

Xiao Mo sat down in front of the cell, looking at the man inside.

Luo Yang slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw his Junior Brother, the corners of Luo Yang’s mouth lifted slightly. The smile was so subtle that one would miss it if not looking closely. “I was wondering who it could be. So it’s you, Junior Brother. It’s been a long time.”

“It has been a long time,” Xiao Mo nodded and said with a smile. “Fifteen years ago, we went to the battlefield together as martial brothers. I never expected that fifteen years later, you’d end up in a prison cell, Senior Brother.”

“Our Junior Sister must have told you, right?” Luo Yang sighed and shook his head.

“Yes.” Xiao Mo uncorked the wine jug, poured a bowl, and passed it through the gap between the iron bars. “Senior Sister’s letter said that you, Senior Brother, colluded with the Demon Race and were thrown into the dungeon.”

“Jiuli was right. I did collude with the Demon Race,” Luo Yang nodded.

“Because of that rabbit demon?” Xiao Mo asked bluntly.

Luo Yang was taken aback for a moment. “Jiuli really does know everything.”

“Well, Senior Sister is in charge of intelligence behind the lines.”

Xiao Mo poured himself a bowl of wine.

“Senior Sister wrote that six years ago, when you were severely injured, Senior Brother Luo, a Maid took care of you day and night without leaving your side. But a while ago, this Maid’s identity was exposed—she was a rabbit demon.

Originally, if you had just killed the rabbit demon, the City Lord of Shuijing City was willing to act as if nothing had happened.

But instead, you drew your sword against the Human Race for her sake and escorted her safely back to the Demon Race’s World.

Is everything Senior Sister said true?”

“It’s all true.” Luo Yang raised his wine bowl.

“Do you have any idea how serious the crime of ’colluding with the Demon Race’ is, Senior Brother?” Xiao Mo asked, his gaze grave.

“I do.” Luo Yang took a sip of wine. “It’s a death sentence.”

Xiao Mo: “…”

“But, Junior Brother, she never harmed anyone. She cared for me day and night. She is without sin. I could not draw my sword against her.” Luo Yang looked directly into Xiao Mo’s eyes. “If I had drawn my sword then, I would be no different from a beast. I cannot betray my own Dao Heart.”

“Was it worth it?” Xiao Mo asked.

Luo Yang smiled. “Are you asking a question to which you already know the answer, Junior Brother?”

“HAHAHAHA…” Xiao Mo stood up, dusted himself off, and strode out. His voice echoed through the prison. “Wait here for a moment, Senior Brother.”

After Xiao Mo left, Luo Yang heard a loud BANG echo into the dungeon, and a commotion erupted in Shuijing City.

When the commotion died down, Xiao Mo returned to Luo Yang’s cell and tossed down a ring of keys. “You can come out now, Senior Brother.”

“What did you do, Junior Brother?” Luo Yang asked.

“I intimidated Shuijing City a bit and gave the City Lord a good beating. He handed the keys right over to me,” Xiao Mo said matter-of-factly.

Luo Yang sighed. “That’s rather unreasonable of you, Junior Brother.”

Xiao Mo smiled faintly.

“When you’re at the Ascension Realm, you don’t always have to be reasonable.”

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[I’ve come down with a fever, and I feel really awful. I felt something was off this morning, and I was groggy while writing these two Chapters. I can really only manage two Chapters today. Sigh, I feel very guilty.]

[I just got off an IV drip. Let me rest and recover.]

[I’m so sorry I could only manage 4000 characters today.]