We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 542: This Is Elder Xiao’s Burial Place (2 in 1)

“Elder Xiao, we have come on Tushan’s Grand Elder’s orders to send you on your way.”

Elder Jin and the others looked coldly at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo gave a soft laugh. There was a trace of understanding in that smile, and a trace of helplessness. “Sure enough. The Grand Elder still does not want me to go back alive.”

“But if you truly kill me, do you think the Grand Elder will spare you?”

Xiao Mo’s gaze swept lightly over them, his tone calm, as though he were speaking of some trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

“Xiao Mo, are you so close to death that your head has turned muddled?” Chen Jue stepped forward and looked down at Xiao Mo with contempt, as though sizing up a dead man already lying in his coffin.

“The Grand Elder is the one who wants you dead! And the Grand Elder has already promised me personally that the day you die will be the day Jingci and I are married.”

A smug smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry. When the time comes, I’ll set up a spirit tablet for you, so you can ‘see’ our wedding with your own eyes!”

Xiao Mo looked at Chen Jue as though he were looking at a fool who knew nothing of the world.

He ignored Chen Jue’s arrogant shouting and instead turned his gaze toward Elder Jin, Song Xiu, and Xin Xiao’er.

After all, Elder Jin and Song Xiu were not reckless young fools like Chen Jue, arrogant and ignorant of their own depth.

Hearing what Xiao Mo had just said, the two seemed to realize something at the same time. Both lowered their heads, and a nearly imperceptible trace of hesitation flickered through their expressions.

“You two need not overthink it.”

Xin Xiao’er spoke coldly, her tone crisp and certain.

“You are merely carrying out orders. In the future, the Grand Elder will still need your service, so naturally, she will not treat you poorly. As for tying up the loose ends of this matter, someone will handle that properly. You two need not trouble yourselves over it.”

After hearing Xin Xiao’er’s implied assurance, Elder Jin and Song Xiu nodded faintly. The stone hanging in their hearts finally settled.

Only, when they looked at Chen Jue again, a few indescribable shades of amusement and pity had appeared in their eyes without them realizing it.

“We understand. Since it is the Grand Elder’s order, we shall naturally obey.” The two bowed respectfully to Xin Xiao’er, their attitude humble and compliant.

“Then act!” Xin Xiao’er’s voice sank. Before her words had even finished falling, her figure abruptly vanished from where she stood.

By the time Xiao Mo reacted, the space beside him had already split open into a dark void rift.

Xin Xiao’er flashed out of the void. A dagger gleaming with cold light cut straight toward Xiao Mo’s throat.

Xiao Mo’s body tilted sharply backward, narrowly avoiding that fatal strike, but the sharp dagger still opened a bloody line across his neck. Scarlet blood slowly flowed down from the clean wound.

“This has nothing to do with Miss Gui. Miss Gui, please leave at once!” Xiao Mo shouted in a low voice. Then he sprang up, his figure like lightning, and shot out of the palace.

“After him!” Song Xiu gave the order, and the others all transformed into streaks of light, pursuing Xiao Mo.

How could Gui Junmeng possibly let Xiao Mo face such danger alone?

She immediately moved to help.

But in the very next instant, Song Xiu suddenly threw out a scroll.

The scroll swelled in the wind and rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped Xiao Mo and Song Xiu together.

Almost at the same moment, Chen Jue and the others immediately plunged into the scroll as well.

Gui Junmeng’s mind tightened. She wanted to follow them inside.

But the scroll abruptly closed in front of her, sealing itself without the slightest gap.

No matter how Gui Junmeng attacked it with spell arts, she could not shake it in the slightest.

Inside the scroll, Xiao Mo stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze leisurely swept across this ink-washed landscape of rivers and mountains, and he could not help giving a small nod. There was even a trace of admiration in his voice. “Elder Song truly has refined taste. The scenery of these rivers and mountains is genuinely quite fine.”

“Heh, heh, heh... To receive Elder Xiao’s praise is truly this old man’s honor.” Song Xiu stroked his beard and smiled faintly, but his smile was filled with a chilling coldness. “Today, Elder Xiao, please bury your bones here.”

“Then everyone may come and try.” Xiao Mo extended his right hand and calmly made a gesture of invitation, without showing the slightest fear.

“Attack!” As Song Xiu’s words fell, the group charged toward Xiao Mo together, killing intent unrestrained.

This scroll was Song Xiu’s natal magic treasure.

Within this scroll, not only could Song Xiu’s strength rise by a full level, he could even turn every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, and every stream inside the scroll to his own use. It could be said that he occupied every advantage of terrain and circumstance.

As for the masked Nascent Soul Realm woman Xiao Mo had encountered before, although Song Xiu did not know her true identity, nor did he know exactly how Xiao Mo had become involved with her, even if she wanted to help, she had been completely sealed outside the scroll. However long her arm, she could not reach in. She was powerless.

Seeing everyone closing in from every direction, Xiao Mo took one step forward, and two long rivers of yin and yang abruptly manifested around him.

The clear, bright white yang river surged like an angry tide, sweeping toward Song Xiu and Xin Xiao’er.

The pitch-black yin river, cold to the bone, crashed toward Elder Jin and Chen Jue.

“Do not let those two rivers of yin and yang touch you!” Elder Jin’s heart tightened, and he shouted sharply at his nephew.

But in the end, he was still a step too late.

The instant Chen Jue’s arm touched the yin river, he felt a cold that seemed to freeze the soul itself surge up violently, as though even his spirit were about to be frozen solid.

That piercing frost began at his fingertips and spread swiftly, inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, it had covered his entire arm.

“Uncle!”

Chen Jue let out a miserable scream, his face as pale as paper.

Elder Jin’s brows furrowed fiercely. The sword in his hand swept out, and he made a decisive choice, cutting Chen Jue’s arm cleanly off at the root.

Xiao Mo seized that rare opening. His figure retreated violently, swiftly pulling distance between them.

“Xiao Mo! Don’t think you can escape!” Elder Jin was so furious his eyes nearly split. Burning with rage, he chased Xiao Mo with all his strength.

Elder Jin raised his hand and formed a spell seal. In an instant, eight layers of obscure, profound spell formations appeared above Xiao Mo’s head, stacked one atop another, emitting a heart-shaking radiance.

The eight spell formations spun rapidly in the air. Then a massive pillar of light descended from the heavens with a boom, shining down upon Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo did not dodge. He allowed the pillar of light to envelop him completely.

Just as Elder Jin thought his strike had landed, Xiao Mo’s figure abruptly transformed into hundreds upon thousands of withered yellow leaves, scattering and drifting through the air.

The instant those leaves gathered once more in midair and condensed into Xiao Mo’s human form, Xin Xiao’er had already torn through the void again. Her cold, gleaming dagger slashed viciously toward Xiao Mo’s waist.

Xiao Mo rapidly chanted a spell.

In the space of a spark, a pair of yin-yang fish condensed at his fingertips.

Black and white resonance of the Way intertwined and flowed.

Xiao Mo extended two fingers and steadily pinched the tip of Xin Xiao’er’s dagger.

A fierce blade qi burst from the dagger like ripples, yet it failed to injure Xiao Mo in the slightest, all of it dissolved by the pair of yin-yang fish.

At the same time, Song Xiu took out a seemingly ordinary clay bowl from his robes.

With a light lift of his wrist, the clay bowl flew into the air. Then it grew larger and larger, wider and wider, descending like a sky-covering shadow.

“Suppress!” Song Xiu flipped his hand and pressed downward. The clay bowl dropped straight down toward Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo had no time to evade and was covered squarely beneath the clay bowl.

The bowl dragged him down with it, smashing apart a mountaintop before slamming heavily onto the earth, raising a cloud of dust and sand a hundred zhang high.

Song Xiu waved his hand and gently swept away the billowing dust.

On the ground inside the scroll, a bottomless pit had been smashed open.

“This old man has two natal magic treasures.”

Song Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, his tone carrying a few traces of pride.

“Besides this Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll, this clay bowl, named the Heaven-Melting Bowl, is a supreme treasure I obtained from a ruin. Even a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, once covered by this magic treasure of mine, will surely turn into a puddle of blood within half an hour!”

Yet before his words had even fallen, the Heaven-Melting Bowl suddenly trembled, letting out a low, buzzing hum.

“Not good! Everyone, help me stabilize the Heaven-Melting Bowl!” Song Xiu’s expression changed, and he hurriedly looked toward the others, shouting loudly.

“Very well!” Elder Jin and the others answered in unison. They quickly took positions along the edge of the Heaven-Melting Bowl and poured out spiritual power to steady the giant bowl.

But after only half an incense stick’s worth of time, the Heaven-Melting Bowl began shaking violently again. Its trembling grew stronger and stronger, and fine cracks gradually appeared across the bowl’s surface.

“Damn it!” Song Xiu sensed something was terribly wrong and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With a thunderous crash, a gap burst open in the Heaven-Melting Bowl, and Xiao Mo transformed into a streak of light, breaking out through the bowl.

The Candle Dragon and Kunpeng formed from the long rivers of yin and yang lunged toward Chen Jue and Song Xiu respectively with heaven-overturning force.

Song Xiu hurriedly formed spell seals. A spell formation spread rapidly with him at its center, wheel after wheel, layer upon layer, spinning endlessly and forcibly holding off that Kunpeng.

“All things between heaven and earth exist in the heart. Is the heart present, or are things present? Do things exist, or does the heart remain?”

Xiao Mo stood between heaven and earth, his robes fluttering, his voice like a clear spring.

With a light flick of his fingertip, thin threads condensed from spiritual power crisscrossed one another, densely filling the entire world and forming a heaven-and-earth chessboard.

Song Xiu raised his head and looked up at the sky, his heart filled with emotion. For a long moment, he could not calm himself.

Xiao Mo had only just entered the Nascent Soul Realm. Logically, his foundation should have been unstable, and his realm should not yet have settled. For them to take him down should have been easy, as simple as reaching out and seizing him.

Yet now, they were actually locked in battle with Xiao Mo, fighting back and forth without being able to gain a decisive advantage.

If this man were allowed to continue cultivating like this, his future achievements were simply unimaginable.

And the more Song Xiu and the others thought this way, the more firmly their resolve to kill Xiao Mo took root in their hearts.

This was no longer only because of Tushan’s Grand Elder’s command.

If Xiao Mo stepped into the Jade Pith Realm, the Immortal Realm, or even the Ascension Realm in the future, how could he possibly forget today’s encirclement and attempted killing?

When that time came, they would undoubtedly die by his hand.

“The Chess school once said—every living being beneath heaven can be made a chess piece.” Xiao Mo’s clear, distant voice rang through heaven and earth, carrying the calm ease of one looking down upon all living beings. “Everyone, please accompany me in playing this game.”

Before his voice had faded, Xiao Mo flicked his fingertip again, and a black stone landed steadily upon that invisible chessboard of resonance of the Way.

The instant Xiao Mo placed his stone, the sky within the scroll abruptly changed. Dense clouds churned, and a towering ink-black mountain descended from the heavens, pressing heavily toward them with ten thousand jun of force.

Xin Xiao’er charged straight forward. A sharp blade light flashed, and that great mountain was split neatly in two as though it were tofu.

From between the severed halves of the ink-black mountain, Xin Xiao’er’s figure, tiny as a gnat, shot out at terrifying speed, her blade chopping toward Xiao Mo.

At that moment, a white stone landed on the chessboard of heaven-and-earth spiritual power.

Xiao Mo placed another black stone. The stacked clouds within the scroll abruptly condensed into a giant Buddha palm that covered the sky and blocked out the sun, slapping down toward Xin Xiao’er.

On the chessboard, another white stone fell.

Elder Jin bit through his fingertip. Blood dripped down as he summoned his natal magic tool, the Thunderclap Hammer.

In an instant, the Thunderclap Hammer was wrapped in lightning. Serpents of electricity darted in every direction, releasing a deafening roar.

“Xiao Mo, you little whelp, die!” Elder Jin gripped the Thunderclap Hammer in both hands and leapt up fiercely. Spiritual power poured from his entire body into the twin hammers as he smashed them viciously toward Xiao Mo’s head.

“Such an open and upright magic tool falling into Elder Jin’s hands truly feels like something of a pity.” Xiao Mo held a black chess stone condensed from spiritual power between his fingers and gently placed it on the chessboard.

As that crisp sound of a stone falling rang out, the Candle Dragon coiled upward and let out an earth-shaking roar toward the heavens, forcibly bearing the full-force hammer strike. Then it slammed its head viciously into Elder Jin.

Elder Jin was knocked flying backward, smashing through one mountain peak after another before finally crashing obliquely down to the earth. His body scraped a trench ten li long into the ground.

However, sweetness rose in Xiao Mo’s throat as well, and he could not stop himself from spitting out a mouthful of blood.

On the other side, the giant Buddha palm formed from the clouds was cut to pieces by Xin Xiao’er’s fierce blade light.

She used her long blade to cut open her own palm, burning her own essence blood. With one step, she charged toward Xiao Mo again.

Every attack from Xin Xiao’er and the others was like the placement of a white stone on the invisible chessboard.

Yet every time Xiao Mo held a black stone and calmly placed it, the water splashing from the long rivers of yin and yang became like personal guardians, dissolving every one of their attacks.

The blood at the corner of Xiao Mo’s mouth never had time to dry. His face also grew paler and paler, like paper, but from beginning to end, his expression remained calm as still water. Not the slightest panic could be seen.

“Do not keep tangling with him like this. Finish him as quickly as possible, or something will change if this drags on!”

Song Xiu shouted loudly to the others, his voice filled with anxiety.

He had already noticed that Xiao Mo was “feeding war with war.”

This man was using his fierce battle against them to grow familiar with the Nascent Soul Realm bit by bit, and to temper his foundation inch by inch.

On the other side, Chen Jue watched as several elders failed to take Xiao Mo down even after so long, and he knew it was time to use that move.

He pinched that talisman between his fingers, rapidly forming spell seals with his mouth and hands, then hurled it fiercely in Xiao Mo’s direction.

The talisman instantly ignited by itself, and the towering dharma form of a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox abruptly manifested in the air, overflowing with pressure.

But the secret-realm laws passed through the scroll and pressed down upon that dharma form.

“I never expected this secret realm could even suppress a spiritual-power projection.”

Elder Jin sighed inwardly, his expression complicated.

Elder Jin knew very well that the talisman Elder Hongxia had given Chen Jue contained the power of her all-out strike.

However, under the influence of these secret-realm laws, the power of that strike ultimately could not exceed the scope of the Jade Pith Realm.

But at present, this strike’s power could be considered perfected Nascent Soul Realm. It should already be more than enough.

The dharma form of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox raised its head high. A mass of snow-white icy qi continued to gather in its mouth.

“BOOM!”

In the next instant, that snow-white cold light surged violently toward Xiao Mo.

Wherever the cold light passed, all things froze, becoming a world of frost.