Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 220: Chapter 201: Consider It My Final Gift to Him

Wandao Plain.

Xiao Mo stepped into the Small Array.

Xiao Mo’s first opponent was a Cultivator from Thunder Flame Peak named Lei Ben, who also specialized in Saber Technique.

Lei Ben was in the same Nascent Soul Realm as Xiao Mo.

After all, the minimum requirement for the Saint Heir selection was the Golden Core Realm, and the maximum was the Jade Realm.

In other words…

…Cultivators from the Upper Three Realms could indeed appear. Historically, candidates for Saint Heir had almost all been in the Jade Realm; Nascent Soul Realm contestants were extremely rare.

But in Xiao Mo’s eyes, his opponent’s Realm made no difference.

Before the duel to the death, Xiao Mo and Lei Ben signed and pressed their thumbprints on a waiver under the watch of a Wandao Sect Deacon.

The martial competitions of the Wandao Sect had few rules. No Protective Magical Treasures were provided to save your life.

Unless one actively surrendered mid-fight, they were responsible for their own life and death. No complaints could be made if you were killed.

“So, you’re Xiao Mo?” Lei Ben gripped his large cleaver, looking at Xiao Mo with indifference. “I’ve been at the Wandao Sect’s branch division all these years and haven’t been back. The moment I returned, I heard about some genius who killed a Golden Core Realm Cultivator while still in the Cave Mansion Realm. Not bad, huh.”

“Yes,” Xiao Mo replied calmly.

Lei Ben’s gaze fell on the Tang Cross Saber in Xiao Mo’s hand. He frowned and continued, “You guys from Blood Sin Peak use these Tang Cross Sabers from the Central Plains. The blades are so slender, like a little girl. They’re so effeminate, it’s an eyesore just looking at them. Look at my great saber—now this is what a real man should use!”

Xiao Mo didn’t get angry, merely watching him coolly. “You talk too much. If you’re done, then draw your saber.”

“Hahaha, you’ve got guts, kid. I like that. Take this!”

As he spoke, Lei Ben drew his great saber—nearly ten feet long—and leaped into the air, bringing it crashing down on Xiao Mo’s head.

The massive saber, crackling with violent lightning, seemed capable of cleaving Xiao Mo in two from head to toe with a single strike.

At the same time, the many Cultivators watching Xiao Mo had varied thoughts.

Some of the Female Cultivators were worried for him.

Some of the male Cultivators felt he deserved it and would be better off dead.

But Yu Yunwei, on the other hand, looked completely calm.

This Cultivator named “Lei Ben” certainly looked strong.

But unfortunately for him, he had run into her Senior Brother.

In Yu Yunwei’s heart, no one in this world within two major Realms of her Senior Brother had been born who could defeat him.

Just as the saber was about to strike Xiao Mo’s head, the long saber in Xiao Mo’s hand was drawn.

In the next instant, crimson Evil Qi flooded the entire Array.

Cold sweat beaded on Lei Ben’s forehead. The dense Blood Evil Qi made his very soul tremble in fear!

“CLANG!”

Xiao Mo’s long saber swept out, crashing heavily against his opponent.

The crimson Evil Qi collided with the blue lightning.

Spiritual Power rippled outward in waves, like ripples on a lake!

“BOOM!”

A loud bang echoed.

Xiao Mo had already sheathed his Spirit-Collecting Blade. Lei Ben lay smashed upon the ground, the great saber in his hand broken in two.

As Lei Ben struggled to get up…

…Xiao Mo didn’t even glance at him. He turned and walked out of the Array. “If you stand up again, my next strike will take your life.”

“…”

Hearing Xiao Mo’s words, Lei Ben remained frozen on the ground, able only to watch his back as it receded into the distance.

“Senior Brother, good work.”

Yu Yunwei happily walked up and handed him a wine gourd, though it was filled not with wine, but with tea.

“It was nothing.” Xiao Mo tilted his head back and took a drink. “Let’s go. On to the next match.”

“Okay, Senior Brother.” Yu Yunwei followed by his side, her eyes filled with pride.

Only after Xiao Mo had walked some distance away did the other disciples realize that the great battle was already over.

“Monster!”

That one word was everyone’s assessment of Xiao Mo.

Most had only heard that the quality of Xiao Mo’s Realm was outrageously high, but only after seeing it with their own eyes did they understand just how terrifying the man was.

…

「Meanwhile, on Blood Sin Peak.」

On the first day of the Saint Heir selection tournament, Blood Demon, his master, had not gone to Wandao Plain. Instead, she was in her courtyard, fast asleep.

“Blood Demon… Blood Demon!”

In her sleep, Blood Demon faintly heard someone calling her name.

Blood Demon groggily opened her eyes and yawned.

Just as Blood Demon was about to sit up, a woman in a long, cyan dress pushed open the door.

“I say, Qing Yuan, barging into someone’s private chambers this early in the morning isn’t very nice, you know. My disciple will have to rap your knuckles for this.” Blood Demon rubbed her eyes, sitting cross-legged on the bed, her hair falling lazily against her cheek.

The woman named Qing Yuan shot Blood Demon a look. “Your disciple is competing in the Saint Heir selection today. Aren’t you going to watch?”

“What’s there to see?” Blood Demon picked up the wine gourd from her bedside and took a swig. “It’s just a matter of how many strikes the kid needs to land.”

“…” Qing Yuan’s mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but what Blood Demon said was the truth.

Over the years, although Qing Yuan had only seen Xiao Mo a few times, his Realm and strength truly defied common sense.

“So, spit it out. What’s the matter?” Blood Demon wiped her chin.

“Right, I almost forgot the important business…”

Remembering her purpose for coming, Qing Yuan quickly took a letter from her robes.

Blood Demon took the envelope. After reading its contents, her brow furrowed tightly.

Finally, a flame ignited at her fingertip, burning the letter to ash. “Is this true?”

“I’m not sure,” Qing Yuan shook her head. “If it is, it won’t just be the Western Regions in trouble. I’m afraid the entire world is in danger.”

Blood Demon bit her lip lightly, finally coming to a decision. “You keep looking into it. I’ll investigate as well. If it really comes to that…”

She trailed off, her mouth closing as killing intent filled her eyes.

“Let’s not be hasty. No matter what, the Sect Leader is an Ascension Realm Cultivator. We have to be careful,” Qing Yuan placated.

“I know. I’m not some impulsive little girl,” Blood Demon said.

Qing Yuan’s brow twitched, her expression seeming to say, ’If you’re not impulsive, who is?’

“By the way, since you’re here, do me a favor,” Blood Demon said with a slight smile.

“What is it?”

“Help me forge a saber.”

“A saber? For the kid?”

“Mhm.” Blood Demon nodded, pulling a blueprint from the Zishan Snow Sea and handing it to Qing Yuan.

Looking at the blueprint, Qing Yuan’s eyes widened. She cried out, “Blood Demon, can a saber like this even be forged? Have you gone mad?”

“What’s the big deal?” Blood Demon’s eyes curved into a smile. “I don’t have many years left to live anyway. This saber… consider it my final gift to him.”

“…”

“Are you going to help me or not? If not, I’ll do it myself.”

“You…”

Qing Yuan trailed off, at a loss for words.

But in the end, Qing Yuan sighed and put away the blueprint. “I understand. What is this saber called?”

“A name…”

Blood Demon thought for a moment.

“Let’s call it Dyed Ink.”