Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 84: Chapter 75: Xiao Mo! Don’t You Care About Your Legacy Anymore?

Xiao Mo’s voice echoed across the Chunsong River.

The County Magistrate of Chunsong County, standing on the riverbank, watched everything unfold and wondered if his eyes were deceiving him.

He could understand a member of the Snake Race causing a massive downpour while attempting to River Transform to Dragon. He could also understand the River God of the Chunsong River and the Changqing Mountain God trying to stop this member of the Snake Race from Crossing the Tribulation. But he never expected that the world-renowned Prime Minister Xiao would actually try to *help* a member of the Snake Race Cross the Tribulation! And he was even fighting the River God of the Chunsong River and the Changqing Mountain God to do it!

Bai Ruxue lifted her serpentine head to look at Xiao Mo, her eyes dazed.

She never would have thought that Xiao Mo would follow her.

“Xiao Mo, don’t worry about me! I can handle this myself,” Bai Ruxue shouted to Xiao Mo in the air, her eyes filled with worry.

Xiao Mo glanced back at Bai Ruxue and smiled. “It’s nothing. Just keep swimming forward and don’t look back. Leave this to me.”

“Trying to leave? Not so easy!”

Gai Sanqiu snorted coldly. The Dragon-slaying Sword in his hand transformed into a golden rainbow, cleaving straight for the White Python’s head!

The brilliant sword light illuminated the river’s surface. The surging waves were forcibly split apart by the peerless blade, creating a deep chasm in the water.

“A torrent plunges three thousand feet, as if the galaxy itself had fallen from the highest heavens.”

At the critical moment, Xiao Mo recited the lines of a poem.

His words manifested as law.

Countless drops of water gathered at his command, instantly coalescing into a sky-hanging waterfall that crashed down, intercepting the fatal sword light.

“Xiao Mo, you are a man on the verge of death. What is this snake demon to you? Are you willing to throw away even your legacy?” Wei Yuan stood to the side, watching Xiao Mo coldly.

In truth, Wei Yuan deeply admired Xiao Mo.

As a minister, he had reached the position of Prime Minister, second only to one and above all others.

As an official, he did many things for the common people. His two books, the *North and South Agricultural Books* and the *Qi State Water Control Techniques*, could be said to have benefited countless generations to come.

In the Mortal World, Xiao Mo was already hailed as a Saint.

For such a Mortal Saint to actually help a member of the Demon Race with its River Transform to Dragon…

Could it be that he didn’t know the Human Race and the Demon Race had a long-standing feud, to the point of being irreconcilable enemies, like fire and water?

His life had been spotless. Why would he choose to stain his own wings on the brink of death?

“My legacy?” Xiao Mo gathered his sleeves, looking like an ordinary old scholar. “Wei Mountain God, compared to my legacy, this old man cares more about the person right in front of me.”

“Fine! Prime Minister Xiao! Then don’t blame me for being discourteous!”

Knowing he couldn’t persuade him, Wei Yuan said no more.

Gai Sanqiu took a step forward, whipping the Dragon-Binding Lock in his hand.

The chain, as if its Artifact Spirit had awakened, shot out across the river’s surface, breaking through layers of furious waves as it aimed straight for the White Python’s midsection.

But Xiao Mo was already there. His foot descended in a seemingly casual step, yet it landed precisely on the chain.

The vicious chain, like a wild python struck at its vital point, writhed and struggled furiously on the water’s surface, unable to advance another inch!

At the same time, Bai Ruxue swam toward Xiao Mo, intending to help him.

Without turning his head, Xiao Mo simply waved his wide sleeve.

In an instant, the river water behind him roared and rolled backward, forming a crystal-clear barrier of water that blocked her path.

“Ruxue, now is your chance. Go, quickly.”

Xiao Mo sent the message to Bai Ruxue via voice transmission.

But Bai Ruxue didn’t want to leave at all.

“Ruxue, have you forgotten what I told you?” Xiao Mo’s tone was gentle.

Bai Ruxue froze for a moment, recalling the lesson Xiao Mo had taught her.

After a moment of hesitation, Bai Ruxue turned, dove beneath the river’s surface, and swam into the distance.

Letting the opposing current slam against her serpentine body, Bai Ruxue just wanted to be faster, even faster!

’As long as I can get past the Chunsong River, these two Mountain and River Gods won’t be able to do anything to me. Then Xiao Mo wouldn’t have to fight them anymore. Xiao Mo wouldn’t get hurt.’

Watching Bai Ruxue swim “downstream against the current,” a smile touched the corners of Xiao Mo’s lips.

At his command, the ink-black dragon—formed from Mountain and River Fortune, the people’s faith, and the Literary Dao Fortune—bit down hard on the Dragon-Binding Lock beneath Xiao Mo’s feet. With a powerful tug, it sent a huge wave several meters high splashing into the air.

Gai Sanqiu still wanted to use his sword to stop the White Snake and cut her down right there.

But the ink-black dragon burst through the waves and slammed into him, its inky claws clamping down firmly on his wrist.

Gai Sanqiu controlled the river with his will.

The river water coalesced into one water dragon after another, which lunged at Bai Ruxue.

Bai Ruxue paid them no mind.

She shattered one water dragon with a swing of her long tail, then smashed another head-on and continued to swim forward.

Although Gai Sanqiu was a River God and could control the Chunsong River to a certain extent, there were indeed limits to his power.

Otherwise, the mortal dynasties of the Human Race would have long been free of floods.

After consuming a great deal of Mountain and River Fortune, Gai Sanqiu was still unable to stop the White Python. He could only give up and let her swim on.

“Sigh… Ah, Xiao Mo…”

Wei Yuan sighed. It was unclear if he was lamenting the White Python’s escape or bemoaning the fact that Xiao Mo had colluded with the Demon Race, sullying a reputation built over decades.

“Forget it, forget it… Let His Majesty decide.”

Wei Yuan shook his head and waved his hand. A memorial transformed into a golden streak of light and flew toward the Imperial City.

「Two incense sticks later.」

In the Imperial Palace, Chang Kui, the Director of the Observatory, sensed something. He looked to the north and saw a golden streak of light flying toward the Imperial Palace.

Chang Kui pointed a finger, intercepting the golden light. A memorial fell into his hand.

Not daring to delay, Chang Kui hurried to the Imperial Study.

“Your Majesty, a memorial has arrived. It is from Wei Yuan, the Changqing Mountain God.” Chang Kui bowed and presented the memorial with both hands.

Lord Qi glanced at the eunuch beside him.

Eunuch Zhao quickly took the memorial and handed it to His Majesty.

Lord Qi unfurled the memorial. As he read, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

His complex gaze seemed to hold both surprise and disbelief.

“You two, take a look.” Lord Qi tossed the memorial into Eunuch Zhao’s arms.

Eunuch Zhao hastily caught it and read the memorial along with Chang Kui.

After they finished reading, their expressions also grew complex.

“You two, what are your thoughts?” Lord Qi asked.

“This old slave would not dare to presume to discuss matters of the court.” Eunuch Zhao quickly knelt.

“Chang Kui, what do you think?” Lord Qi looked at the Director of the Observatory.

Chang Kui thought for a moment. “The Human Race and the Demon Race are fundamentally irreconcilable. The Elder Prime Minister’s actions were, indeed, somewhat inappropriate.”

“It is indeed inappropriate. If We do not act, I fear the world and the other nine great Dynasties will have opinions on the matter.”

Lord Qi nodded.

“Relay Our decree! Order Wang Wei, the Governor of Qingzhou; Xu Shangao, the Governor of North Sea State; and Zhuge Qing, the Governor of Jizhou, to proceed and execute the White Snake!”

As Lord Qi’s words fell, Eunuch Zhao and Chang Kui couldn’t help but exchange a glance.

Wang Wei, Xu Shangao, and Zhuge Qing were all Elder Prime Minister Xiao’s most accomplished disciples.

’His Majesty was sending the three of them…’

Lord Qi sighed and looked in the direction of the Chunsong River.

’Prime Minister has been strict with himself his entire life, pouring his heart and soul into the Qi Kingdom.

Now, the Prime Minister is about to return to dust.

Let the Prime Minister be willful for once.

And let his three most accomplished disciples go and see him off on his final journey…’