Miss Fairy, Please Hear Me Out

The near-teleportation forward slash Qin Mo had comprehended was truly powerful. It was so powerful that even Xu Yuan, who possessed the Blood Origin Heartfall Art, could not help feeling tempted by it. If used properly, it could catch an enemy completely off guard. Killing someone above one’s own realm would be almost laughably easy.

But on the other hand, once it was exposed, using this skill to attack became rather underwhelming. After all, the variant of step slash had never been meant for attacking in the first place. It was for using invincibility frames to dodge skills.

And the reason it worked so well in Azure Point was entirely because the bosses in the game did not know what invincibility frames were, much less what wake-up pressure meant. The bosses back then did not understand it.

However, Xu Yuan was a living person. Naturally, he did. If Su Jinxuan had not mentioned that Qin Mo knew this move, he really might have capsized here today. But since she had mentioned it, that created a fatal gap in information.

Xu Yuan knew. Qin Mo did not. In that case, all he had to do was set a trap and wait for the protagonist to come rushing in.

With Xu Yuan’s current cultivation, even casting the secret art Blood Phoenix Drill without interruption was a struggle. But if he used it up close, right as Qin Mo was getting back on his feet, then the timing was perfect.

He floated lightly down from the courtyard wall, nearly stumbled flat on his face the moment he landed, then calmly patted at the nonexistent dust on his Blood Jade Glazed Robe as if nothing had happened. His soul intent surged out, probing into the smoke and dust beside the wall.

Source qi and soul intent complemented each other, yet they were also separate. Exhausting his source qi did not affect his soul intent.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough... gah... cough!”

The moment his soul intent spread out, Xu Yuan heard the sound of someone coughing up blood from within the dust.

After sensing carefully, Xu Yuan suddenly let out a soft laugh.

The smoke gradually dispersed. The guards reformed their battle formation, while Qin Mo, who lay in the crater, could barely even stand. His entire chest was scorched black, and his whole body was almost soaked in blood.

After taking Xu Yuan’s overdrawn strike head-on, Qin Mo now had the faint air of a lamp running out of oil.

The Blood-tier Blood Origin Heartfall Art was no joke. The reason those eighth rank martial apprentices had been able to fight Xu Yuan back and forth was entirely because Xu Yuan himself was bad, not because the cultivation art lacked power.

His combat instincts were far too poor. Whatever he wanted to do, those martial apprentices who had been trained since childhood could basically interrupt him one step ahead. However, if he was given time to cast a skill, that was a different matter. The story’s protagonist before him was the perfect example.

“Bastard...” Qin Mo’s eyes locked tightly onto the blood-robed young master not far away. Forcing his body upright from the crater, he once again gripped the ancient long blade in his hand as he spoke.

Xu Yuan stood behind the crowd, staring calmly at Qin Mo. He suppressed the urge to mock him and said directly, “Instructor Wang, don’t waste time. Kill him.”

Kill the man, break his heart. Since they could already kill him, there was no need to waste breath continuing to break his heart.

Villains died because they talked too much. Xu Yuan understood that much.

The moment his words fell, a burly man in the military formation hurled a long spear straight out.

The spear became a black blur, fast as lightning. The distance of more than a hundred feet vanished in a flash.

KLANG! The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Qin Mo, already running on fumes, used his blade to knock the spear aside. But the price was that the blade was jarred right out of his hand.

On a battlefield, no one gave an enemy a chance to breathe. Almost in the very next instant, two more spears were thrown, and several burly men from the formation had already charged forward, rushing straight toward Qin Mo.

BUZZ! This time, there was no crisp clash of metal. Instead, a piercing hum tore through the air. The two thrown spears suddenly froze in front of Qin Mo.

In the next instant, Qin Mo, who had fallen inside the crater, was pulled into the sky by an invisible force.

Xu Yuan’s heart sank when he saw this, and he lifted his eyes. That Sage’s remnant soul still has the spare strength to interfere with the battle here while fighting up there?

The cooked duck had flown away. Well, strictly speaking... it was still in the pot. The moment the Sage’s remnant soul pulled Qin Mo up, Zhou Chen seized the opening and slashed fiercely toward Qin Mo, who had just been lifted into the air.

The Sage’s remnant soul raised his hand and grabbed. A soul intent shield, almost solid, formed in front of Qin Mo.

The sword qi reached the surface of the black soul-power shield in an instant. When the two collided, there was no sound at all, but the scattered source qi and soul intent sent the surrounding air trembling.

After taking that heavy blow, the phantom of the Sage’s remnant soul seemed to become even more transparent. He pulled Qin Mo to his side, looked at his disciple’s battered state, and sighed softly. Then he still smiled and said, “Kid, looks like you really placed your trust in the wrong people.”

“Master...” Qin Mo clenched his fists slightly.

At this moment, how could he not understand how his whereabouts had been exposed?

The Sage’s remnant soul, however, only gave a rather carefree smile. “Enough. This old man was partly to blame for misjudging her too. Take the loss, learn the lesson, and be more careful next time.”

Qin Mo looked at the three figures in the sky that were constantly attacking the soul phantom. Guilt flickered in his eyes as he asked in a low voice, “But Master, what should we do now?”

The Sage’s remnant soul blocked Zhou Chen and the others while speaking casually. “Mhm. Leaving is simple enough. It’s just that I may have to sleep for a very long time afterward. From here on out, you’ll probably have to rely on yourself.”

Zhou Chen and the other two were not so moved by this master and disciple’s farewell conversation that they stopped attacking. On the contrary, every slash of their blades and every secret art of soul intent became even sharper.

In the span of a few breaths, the aftershocks from the clash between the three of them and the Sage once again plowed through the already ruined estate.

“I understand.” Qin Mo quietly made some kind of decision in his heart.

The Sage’s remnant soul said nothing more. The aura around him surged violently in an instant, and a shockwave of soul intent temporarily forced Zhou Chen and the other two back.

Then, a wave of spatial turbulence spread outward with the Sage’s soul body at its center.

Xu Yuan, watching from the ground, felt his heart sink. Damn it. There’s no way the protagonist can still run away in this situation, right?

Even Xu Yuan could tell what this move was, so naturally the three Grandmasters in the sky understood as well. But a layer of spatial ripples had already formed around the Sage’s soul body, blocking all of their attacks. Even if he stood there and let them hit him, they would not be able to pierce through that spatial barrier in such a short time.

Very soon, the aura of the Sage’s remnant soul gradually reached its peak. The tremors in space formed black ripples, visible even to ordinary eyes.

The Sage’s remnant soul let out a long breath, looked deeply at Qin Mo, who was being protected behind him, and smiled softly. “Kid, don’t overthink it. I’ll only be sleeping, not dying. As master and disciple, we’ll have plenty of chances to meet again in the future...”

WHOOSH! Before the Sage’s remnant soul could finish speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted.

In a stretch of time that seemed to have frozen solid, he saw a simple black longsword flying toward him. And the instant he saw that sword, he realized that with his soul power now exhausted, he could no longer dodge.

In that silent world, the black longsword pierced through the heavenly curtain he had set up. It sliced across the void, then passed through the spatial barrier around him as smoothly as if slipping into water, before finally sinking lightly into his soul body.

Everything happened so quickly it was as if someone had pressed pause on time. And in the next moment, the pause button was released.

Threads of cold air and shards of ice began spreading rapidly from the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the Sage’s remnant soul in the air and Qin Mo beside him were both frozen into ice statues, then fell from the sky.