Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 238: Chapter 219: Safe Journey, Third Brother

“But, Fifth Brother, I had no choice!”

Qian Zhenhao’s head snapped up.

“The Peak Master of Hundred Ghosts Peak said I have good talent and an excellent disposition.

As long as I was willing to kill the person closest to me and offer their blood as a sacrifice, I could cultivate the Hundred Ghosts Technique and become his disciple!

I don’t want to be a mere Outer Disciple for the rest of my life! I want to prove I’m not worse than anyone else!

I want to earn all sorts of Heavenly and Earthly Treasures!

I don’t want to live that poor, miserable life anymore!

I want to make everyone bow at my feet! I want to climb to the very top, step by step!”

The more he spoke, the louder Qian Zhenhao’s voice became, his breathing growing heavier, as if he had descended into a state of madness:

“Fifth Brother, I know you have a kind heart. Ever since we were kids, you’ve been kinder than any of the other four of us.

But Fifth Brother!

What’s the use of kindness in the Western Regions?

Kind people just get eaten by the wicked!”

“Fourth Brother, I don’t think I’m particularly kind. I’m a selfish person, too. I only care about the things I value.”

Xiao Mo shook his head, drew the long blade in his hand, and walked toward Qian Zhenhao step by step.

“But, Fourth Brother.

If a person casts aside all morals just to cultivate, how is that any different from a Magical Beast?

If a person is willing to abandon everything for the sake of cultivation, then what’s the point of this path to immortality?”

Staring at the blade in Xiao Mo’s hand, Qian Zhenhao’s brow furrowed. “Fifth Brother, you want to fight me? You think you can beat me? You’re nothing but a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.”

The long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand reflected the faint moonlight. “Let’s find out.”

“Fine!”

With a single thought, a Hundred Ghosts Banner materialized in Qian Zhenhao’s hand.

“Don’t worry, Fifth Brother. Once you’re inside my Hundred Ghosts Banner, you’ll be reunited with Third Brother.”

Qian Zhenhao viciously swung the Hundred Ghosts Banner in his hand.

In an instant, countless refined ghouls and vengeful souls shrieked as they lunged at Xiao Mo.

Almost simultaneously, a churning pool of blood abruptly appeared beneath Xiao Mo’s feet.

Bloody, ghostly hands shot out from it, clamping onto his ankles with a death grip, trying to drag him down into the abyss.

But there wasn’t the slightest hint of panic in Xiao Mo’s eyes.

He lifted his head and looked at the surging tide of ghosts.

Amidst the myriad phantoms, his gaze fell upon a single Residual Soul shedding endless tears of blood—it was the lingering spirit of his Third Brother.

“Third Brother, it’s alright. I’ll send you on your way now.”

Just as Qian Zhenhao thought he could obliterate Xiao Mo with ease,

Xiao Mo simply took a step forward.

In that instant, a ferocious Blood Qi erupted from Xiao Mo’s body.

The pool of blood at his feet was shattered by Xiao Mo’s Blood Qi.

Immediately after, the Sword Qi and Blood Qi radiating from Xiao Mo’s body intertwined, ultimately forming chains that bound every single ghoul from the Hundred Ghosts Banner.

They wailed ceaselessly but couldn’t move an inch.

Xiao Mo took another step forward, and the violent Blood Qi exploding from under his feet sent Qian Zhenhao flying backward.

’How is this possible?’

Qian Zhenhao, now on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood. He never imagined that Xiao Mo could neutralize the Hundred Ghosts Banner so easily.

’Isn’t he in the Foundation Establishment Realm?’

’How can the quality of his Realm be this high?’

“Xiao Mo!”

Just then, a hateful voice echoed from the sky.

As Xiao Mo looked up, a Pill Furnace came crashing down on him.

Liu Yueya was utterly furious.

She had originally planned to play with Xiao Mo for a few more days, and once she’d had her fun, she would drain him completely dry.

But now, she only wanted to refine Xiao Mo completely!

However, Xiao Mo paid her no mind at all.

He no longer suppressed his Realm.

Once Xiao Mo released the restraints on his Realm, the Spiritual Pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm Perfection stage weighed down on the entire courtyard like a mountain.

He slashed his blade once.

A blood-red Sword Qi sliced through Liu Yueya’s body, pierced the thick, bloody mist hanging over the city, and seemed poised to sunder the very heavens.

Liu Yueya’s eyes glazed over.

Her pupils slowly dilated.

She didn’t even know what had happened.

BANG! Liu Yueya dissolved into a bloody mist that scattered in the air.

“Nascent Soul… Nascent Soul Realm…”

Qian Zhenhao stared blankly at his Fifth Brother, his mind a complete void.

’Isn’t Fifth Brother a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator?’

’Why is he at the Nascent Soul Realm?’

’By what right is he a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator?!’

’I’ve sacrificed so many people, struggled and clawed my way up for so many years, just to barely reach the Cave Mansion Realm! Even though I used the Demon Sect’s Evil Techniques, that’s still considered pretty good in the Wangchuan Sect!’

’But how did Fifth Brother manage to reach the Nascent Soul Realm in just eight years?!’

“Xiao Mo… Xiao Mo…”

Suddenly, a memory surfaced in Qian Zhenhao’s mind.

Not long ago, there were rumors that a Saint Heir Candidate from the Wandao Sect had descended from the mountain. His name was Xiao Mo, a man who committed every evil imaginable, killed indiscriminately, and was being hunted by both the righteous and demonic factions.

Although Qian Zhenhao also knew it was basically the other Saint Heir Candidates from the Wandao Sect framing Xiao Mo, hoping to kill him with a borrowed knife.

But the fact that the Wandao Sect’s Xiao Mo was in the Nascent Soul Realm was no lie!

At first, Qian Zhenhao had wondered how this Saint Heir Candidate from the Wandao Sect could have the same name as his Fifth Brother.

He never expected it was actually him!

And while Qian Zhenhao’s thoughts were in turmoil, Xiao Mo continued to walk toward him.

Seeing the long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand, Qian Zhenhao knew he stood no chance and dropped to his knees. “Fifth Brother! Don’t kill me! I know I was wrong, Fifth Brother! I’ll turn over a new leaf, I promise! I shouldn’t have harmed Third Brother! I’m not human! I’m not human!”

Qian Zhenhao kowtowed as he spoke, his blood staining the floor.

“Fourth Brother… have you ever heard a saying?”

Xiao Mo watched him calmly.

“When a person begs for mercy, it’s not because they know they were wrong, but because they know they’re about to die…”

As his words fell, Xiao Mo raised the long blade in his hand.

Qian Zhenhao scrambled backward. “No! Fifth Brother, you can’t kill me! You’ve already killed our Eldest Martial Sister, the Wangchuan Sect will surely hunt you down! If you spare me, I can be your inside man in the Wangchuan Sect!”

“That won’t be necessary.” Xiao Mo shook his head. “Tomorrow, I will pay the Wangchuan Sect a visit myself.”

“Go to the Wangchuan Sect?” Qian Zhenhao thought he had misheard.

’He’s not running? Not hiding his tracks? He’s going to the Wangchuan Sect on his own initiative?’

Xiao Mo looked up at the starry sky. “I want to teach the Western Regions some rules. I’ll start with the Wangchuan Sect.”

“Fifth Brother, have you gone mad… You…”

Qian Zhenhao didn’t get to finish his sentence.

The long blade in Xiao Mo’s hand flashed, and Qian Zhenhao exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The Hundred Ghosts Banner fell to the ground, and Xiao Mo sliced it in two with his blade.

Freed from the Hundred Ghosts Banner’s restraints, the vengeful souls and ghouls transformed into motes of light, returned to the Great Dao, and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Xiao Mo untied the gourd from his waist. The tea inside had long been replaced with wine.

Watching the familiar figure gradually fade away, he tilted the gourd, pouring wine onto the ground.

“Third Brother, walk slowly.”