Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 239: Chapter 220: Master Wangxin! I’ll Say This One Last Time! Get Lost

After sending off his third brother.

Xiao Mo raised the long saber in his hand and slashed down once more. The entire courtyard, along with the Array, was cleaved in two by his strike.

Once the core of the Blood Sacrifice Array was destroyed by Xiao Mo, the blood mist that permeated the town began to dissipate.

The unconscious townspeople and Cultivators of Fengye City gradually began to awaken.

Most of them had no idea what had just happened.

It was as if the blood mist from moments ago had never existed at all.

The remaining Wangchuan Sect Cultivators in Fengye City were utterly dumbfounded.

’What’s going on?’

’Could something have gone wrong with the Array?’

A few Wangchuan Sect Cultivators hurriedly ran toward the courtyard that housed the Array’s core.

But when they arrived, all they saw was a man holding a Tang Cross Saber, standing quietly at the entrance to the courtyard.

As for Senior Sister Liu and Senior Brother Qian, there was no sign of them anywhere.

Before they could even ask what was going on, Xiao Mo raised his saber and began walking toward them, one step at a time.

Sensing Xiao Mo’s terrifying aura, the Wangchuan Sect Cultivators had only one thought: ’Run!’

They couldn’t even muster the will to resist and immediately turned to flee.

But there was no way Xiao Mo would let them get away.

Xiao Mo swung his saber, and every Wangchuan Sect Cultivator before him died instantly, not even leaving a corpse behind.

After killing those Cultivators, Xiao Mo headed to the City Lord’s Mansion once more.

“Young Master Xiao, what are you planning to do?”

“Young Master Xiao, it was Senior Sister and the others who tried to harm you! It has nothing to do with us!”

“Young Master Xiao! Please! Spare my life, I’m begging you…”

As Xiao Mo walked into the City Lord’s Mansion, everyone felt the Evil Qi and unconcealed killing intent radiating from him, and they all began to beg for mercy.

But aside from some of the original attendants and Maids of the City Lord’s Mansion, every Wangchuan Sect disciple Xiao Mo laid eyes on was cut down with a single slash, without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time, a young woman who had just arrived in Fengye City looked around, confused.

She had intended to dismantle the Blood Sacrifice Array herself.

But before she could even act, the Array had completely vanished.

As the young woman was still wondering what on earth had happened, a towering pillar of Blood Qi converged in the sky above the City Lord’s Mansion, and loud bangs echoed from that direction one after another.

Without hesitation, the young woman flew over immediately.

“Young Master Xiao, I have no grievance or enmity with you! Please spare my life! I’m willing to be your slave! And I promise, I’ll never do evil again! Young Master Xiao, I’m begging you…”

An Inner Sect Disciple of the Wangchuan Sect knelt before Xiao Mo, kowtowing repeatedly.

But Xiao Mo acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, raising the saber in his hand once more.

’Every Cultivator from the Wangchuan Sect builds their power on a mountain of human lives. There are no exceptions.’

’The exceptions have long since become nourishment for the other disciples, just like my third brother.’

Just as Xiao Mo was about to bring his saber down, his focus sharpened.

He spun around and slashed with his saber.

The lotus flowers floating gracefully toward Xiao Mo were all shattered in mid-air, transforming into countless tiny golden petals that rained down from the sky like a shower of gold.

A delicate, tranquil fragrance wafted past Xiao Mo’s nose on the breeze, elegant and serene.

Xiao Mo retracted his gaze and looked ahead.

Moonlight, like water, spilled quietly over the land. A young woman in a Monk’s Robe was now standing before him, though he hadn’t seen her arrive.

Her skin was as fair as jade, bathed in the moonlight, it seemed to glow with a soft luster, as if enveloped in a gentle, hazy halo.

Her long eyelashes were lowered, half-shielding a pair of incredibly clear eyes.

Her eyes were so pure they seemed untouched by dust, like the first fall of snow silently blanketing a vast plain—so pristine that one would not dare to touch them, for fear of leaving the slightest trace.

Though the young woman was without hair, it did nothing to diminish her otherworldly beauty.

Her features were sharp and delicate—an elegant nose, pale lips. Every contour seemed to have been meticulously traced by the moonlight, not a fraction more, not a fraction less, coalescing into a breathtakingly perfect face.

It was as if her beauty could not be contained by the mortal world, belonging instead to a realm beyond the clouds, possessing a pure, white, and flawless sanctity.

The moment Xiao Mo’s eyes met hers, the young woman’s clear gaze faltered, and a look of utter disbelief filled them.

“Xiao Mo…”

Gazing at the man before her, who was wreathed in Evil Qi, Wangxin spoke slowly, as if in a dream.

Even though she hadn’t seen him in nearly seven years.

Even though he had once been her height and was now a full head taller.

She had still recognized him at a single glance.

“Jiang Xin, it’s been a long time.” Xiao Mo, of course, recognized her as well. After all, her eyes were impossible to forget. “No, I suppose I should call you Wangxin now.”

“Xiao Mo, what happened here…?” Wangxin asked, her voice filled with apprehension.

’Even though I can’t read Xiao Mo’s mind, I can feel it. He’s furious right now…’

“The Wangchuan Sect tried to use Fengye City in a blood sacrifice and killed my third brother. I’m simply making them pay their debt in blood,” Xiao Mo said, his tone calm.

“But Xiao Mo…” Wangxin glanced at the Wangchuan Sect disciple behind her. “I can feel that deep in his heart, he truly repents. Grandpa Abbot used to say that if someone sincerely repents, they should be given a chance to atone for their past wrongdoings.”

“Master Wangxin.”

Looking at this naive girl, Xiao Mo’s tone held a hint of teasing that bordered on mockery.

“What’s the use of sincere repentance in the face of death? Do you really think he won’t go back to his evil ways after I’m gone?

“Besides, Master Wangxin, how do you know if the people he killed would even want him to repent?

“What if their vengeful souls only want him dead?

“And finally, even if he does sincerely repent, so what? What does that have to do with me?

“His repentance is his business. Killing him is mine.

“I don’t have the time to ’rehabilitate’ every sinner. All I know is that these people deserve to die. That’s all.”

Wangxin: “…”

“Move,” Xiao Mo said to Wangxin.

“Xiao Mo, you can’t. Sparing him isn’t just about giving this man a chance to start anew—it’s for your sake, too.”

Wangxin shook her head forcefully.

“Your state of mind is unstable right now. I can see it—the Blood Evil Qi on you is far too dense. You’re practicing the Blood Demon Saber Technique. Grandpa Abbot once said that this technique is like licking blood from the edge of a blade. If you kill too much, the Evil Qi will invade your heart, and you’ll truly become a demon…”

“A demon? Wangxin, I’m a disciple of the Wandao Sect. In the eyes of the world, I’m already a demon,” Xiao Mo said nonchalantly.

“How the world sees you is their business, but in my heart, you’re not!” Wangxin bit her lip, her jaw tight.

“What you think has nothing to do with me,” Xiao Mo said, looking at Wangxin coldly as he raised his Tang Cross Saber. “Move!”

Under the crushing pressure of the mountain-like Blood Evil Qi, cold sweat beaded on Wangxin’s forehead, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

But the young woman still said stubbornly, “I… I won’t move…”

Xiao Mo’s eyes narrowed. A monstrous killing intent enveloped the entire City Lord’s Mansion, and the Blood Evil Qi coalesced into the ferocious face of a demon, threatening to swallow Wangxin whole.

“Master Wangxin! I’ll say this one last time!”

Xiao Mo’s eyes were blood-red.

“GET OUT!”