Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 150: Chapter 134: The Scholar Lifts the Pen

Wu Daquan did not respond at the time.

The young girl didn’t seem to mind. She simply tossed a broken bowl onto the ground in front of him and turned to leave.

From that day on, Demon Suppression City had one more beggar.

What this beggar looked forward to most was waiting for the bell that echoed throughout the city.

It was as if every time the bell rang, every time he killed a Demon, his heart would feel a little lighter.

“ROOOAR!!!”

A furious roar, louder and more savage than that of any behemoth, suddenly erupted, the soundwave sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The “Big Guy,” towering like a mountain, strode forward on his massive feet, charging toward the tide of Demons ahead!

His long, blood-stained, and filth-matted hair whipped wildly in the gale force of his charge.

The Giant Axe in his hand carried the force to sunder mountains and split stone. He brought it down again and again, each vicious swing unleashing a storm of blood and gore.

Countless Demon Beasts shrieked as they lunged and bit, their sharp fangs sinking into his thick arms, but they couldn’t even pierce his skin.

But more and more Demon Beasts swarmed him, dense as a colony of ants. They scrambled madly up his body, tearing and biting, piling on top of one another until they completely submerged the giant’s enormous frame like a small mountain.

“ROOOAR!!!”

Big Guy once again let out an earth-shattering roar.

In the next instant, an incomparably violent surge of Spiritual Power erupted from him.

The members of the Demon Race piled on his body, tearing at him frantically. They were like dead leaves caught in a hurricane, sent flying with wretched screams to crash haphazardly back into the horde.

The giant seized the opportunity, reached out, and grabbed a two-headed leopard that was about to pounce. He opened his cavernous mouth and bit both of its heads clean off.

Then, he violently hurled the twitching, headless corpse into the dense horde of beasts.

The heavy body whistled through the air, crushing several more Demon Beasts to death before they could dodge.

“THUD THUD THUD!”

The heavy footsteps hammered the earth once more. With bloodshot eyes, Big Guy resumed his charge, striding forward to crush everything in his path.

High in the sky, He Yeye was locked in a deadly battle with the Ascension Realm Fierce Beast, the “Zhen,” from before.

The figures of the two combatants had long since shot deep into the clouds. With every collision, violent ripples of Spiritual Power spread out across the sky like tangible shockwaves, churning the clouds and tearing them apart.

Every swing of the scythe in He Yeye’s hands generated a blade of wind that could tear through anything.

Wherever the scythe passed, space itself seemed as fragile as silk, easily sliced open to reveal pitch-black rifts into the void.

“You’re too slow, old timer! If you’re going to be this sluggish in a fight, you might as well pack it in and go home to be a farmer!”

He Yeye’s taunts were sharp, but the movements of her hands grew even more ferocious.

The enormous scythe, more than twice her height, was now a blur of motion in her hands.

It was less that she was wielding the scythe, and more that the vicious weapon was pulling her along in a mad dance.

“ROAR!”

The Zhen, whose name was Yue Kan, had clearly been enraged. It abruptly pulled back and opened its massive maw.

A torrent of searing lightning-flames, like a bursting dam, gushed toward He Yeye!

Faced with a wave of fire powerful enough to incinerate mountains and boil seas, He Yeye showed no sign of retreating. Instead, an even more excited glint flashed in her eyes.

She continued to spin the giant scythe, her body tracing an unnatural arc through the air.

The massive scythe blade spun at high speed, forcibly tearing apart the thick wall of lightning-flames that rushed toward her.

Immediately after, she followed the scythe’s momentum, breaking through the blockade of lightning-flames. The incomparably sharp blade let out a piercing shriek as it aimed straight for Yue Kan’s head.

Below the Great Wall of China, Immortal Realm and Jade Realm Human Race Cultivators were locked in duels with the Demon Race’s experts, and the battle was just as brutal.

After a full day and night of bloody battle, the battlefield had transformed into a massive Xiuluo Scene.

Countless Human Race Cultivators and Demon Race experts had perished, their Daos extinguished.

Innumerable corpses lay piled layer upon layer on the cold ground, mercilessly trampled by the warriors of both sides who surged forward after them.

Although familiar figures fell one after another beside them, they had no time for grief.

They could only channel their sorrow and rage into a more frenzied killing intent and continue swinging their weapons.

Countless Sword Cultivators, their bodies already broken and battered, chests pierced and hearts shattered, still used their final ounce of strength to swing their sword one last time!

Some were born in Demon Suppression City and died beneath the Great Wall of China.

Some were born in the World of Ten Thousand Laws, and after coming to the Great Wall of China, they never returned.

Time slipped by in a haze of slaughter. Another two days and two nights passed.

The intensity of this great war, on which the very survival of the World of Ten Thousand Laws depended, showed no signs of abating. In fact, it only grew more ferocious.

For the Demon Race’s World, the saying held true: strike with a single burst of spirit; the second attempt will see it wane, and the third will see it exhausted.

If they couldn’t break through the Great Wall this time, even with their full strength, it would be nearly impossible to do so later.

Not to mention how low their morale would plummet if they failed this time.

The Human Race Cultivators also knew they had to hold the line.

If they failed to hold it, the entire World of Ten Thousand Laws would be plunged into misery and chaos.

However, the reality was cruel.

The number of Demon Race Cultivators already far exceeded that of the Great Wall of China’s defenders, and that was without counting the seemingly endless horde of Demon Beasts.

After a prolonged battle of attrition, the Human Race Cultivators were showing unconcealable signs of exhaustion, both physically and mentally.

More critically, the Demon Race’s World was well aware that the Great Wall of China was a tough nut to crack. After all, they had fought He Yeye countless times before.

Therefore, the number of High-tier Demon Race Cultivators at the Jade Realm, Immortal Realm, and other levels thrown into this battle far surpassed any previous assault.

In another section of the battlefield, the Mo Family’s Ascension Realm Mo Zi, wielding the Non-Attack Longsword, was locked in a fierce clash with the number one Demon Sword Immortal of the Demon Race’s World.

However, compared to this Demon Sword Immortal, Mo Zi of the Mo Family was clearly outmatched and on the defensive.

“Tsk!”

High above, in the heat of her battle, He Yeye keenly sensed Mo Zi’s disadvantage. She couldn’t help but click her tongue, her heart filled with anxiety.

She wished she could immediately disengage and go support the Mo Family’s leader.

However, the attacks from this Old Zhen named Yue Kan were relentless, giving her no opportunity to escape. This left He Yeye feeling incredibly frustrated and stifled!

’If this continues… do we really have no choice but to retreat to Demon Suppression City?’

He Yeye’s eyes narrowed, a cold light flickering within them. Her grip on the long handle of her giant scythe tightened unconsciously.

But in the end, He Yeye shook her head, abandoning the thought.

’It’s useless!’

’Even if we retreated to Demon Suppression City, the Demon Race’s World would just pursue us.’

’Besides, if the Array in Demon Suppression City that separates the two worlds breaks, the Demon Race could invade the World of Ten Thousand Laws from their own world without restraint.’

’Longhuang Island and the Sword Pavilion are just side entrances, but the Great Wall of China is the main gate to the World of Ten Thousand Laws.’

’If the gate to the World of Ten Thousand Laws is thrown wide open, I’ll be its greatest sinner.’

’I have to hold the line!’

’Even if it means dying here, I must hold on!’

At this thought, a savage light erupted in He Yeye’s eyes. The Spiritual Power in her body surged wildly as she once again brandished the giant scythe, charging fearlessly toward the Old Zhen that had her relentlessly entangled.

But amid the whistle of her scythe tearing through the air, He Yeye’s gaze flickered, involuntarily and for the briefest of moments, toward a certain direction within Demon Suppression City.

There, at the edge of the clamorous battlefield and its soaring killing intent, was a courtyard that seemed exceptionally serene.

「Inside the courtyard.」

A scholar was writing on a sheet of snow-white paper, each stroke of his brush calm and deliberate.

At this moment, he was pouring the True Meaning of his Great Dao onto this small sheet of paper.

Xiao Mo had already entered a profound and indescribable state.

He had completely forgotten that he was writing, and couldn’t even feel his own existence.

In his mind, it was as if he were flipping through scroll after scroll of scriptures.

These were not just Confucian classics, but also the great works of the Hundred Schools of Thought, all appearing in his mind like fragments.

At first, Xiao Mo’s brush moved slowly, but then his strokes became faster and faster.

Then, Xiao Mo stopped writing.

After some time, Xiao Mo picked up his brush once more.

Xiao Mo had forgotten the passage of time, forgotten even what he was doing.

But today, Xiao Mo could feel that the path he was walking “underfoot” seemed to be growing wider and wider.