Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Chapter 211: Chapter 192: I Want to Set Some Rules for This Place Called the Western Regions

In the blink of an eye, two months passed.

Yu Yunwei had to wake up early every day. Shortly after dawn, she would be sitting punctually in the courtyard, quietly listening to Xiao Mo’s lecture.

Listening to Xiao Mo drone on with all his classical prose and poetry made Yu Yunwei’s head ache more and more.

But Yu Yunwei had no way out of it; she could only brace herself and endure the classes.

As evening approached, Xiao Mo would also instruct Yu Yunwei in the etiquette of the Confucian School, even making her practice her deportment in walking, standing, and sitting properly.

’What’s the use of practicing all this for me, a disciple of the Demon Sect?’

But because Xiao Mo demanded it, and since she couldn’t beat him, she had no choice but to obey.

Gradually, however, Yu Yunwei started to figure out where Xiao Mo drew the line.

She had never seen the guy smile. He seemed cold as ice and would even flash killing intent at her from time to time.

But that only happened when he was warning her for the second time.

Other than that, he had never actually tried to kill her.

So, Yu Yunwei gradually grew bolder.

One night, Yu Yunwei took a dagger and stealthily snuck into Xiao Mo’s room, then stabbed down toward his chest.

But in the end, her dagger met only empty air.

By the time Yu Yunwei realized something was terribly wrong, Xiao Mo was already standing behind her.

Yu Yunwei quickly hid the dagger in her sleeve, turned around, and smiled. “Senior Brother, you’re not asleep yet?”

“If I were, I probably wouldn’t be waking up again.” Xiao Mo gave her a cool glance. “Hold out your hand.”

Yu Yunwei clenched her fists in anger, but she quickly deflated like a popped balloon and held her hand out to Xiao Mo, her fair palm facing up.

Xiao Mo’s scabbard struck her palm, again and again.

Besides the physical pain, the Blood Evil Qi from Xiao Mo’s scabbard also seeped into her very bones.

The twofold agony, both physical and to her Divine Soul, nearly made her faint several times.

“Go back.”

After striking her ten times, Xiao Mo lowered his scabbard.

Pale-faced and holding back tears, Yu Yunwei silently walked out of Xiao Mo’s room.

“Wait,” Xiao Mo called out. “Leave the dagger.”

Yu Yunwei gritted her teeth, slapped the dagger from her sleeve onto the table, and stormed out in a huff.

But Yu Yunwei still wouldn’t give up.

She tried poisoning Xiao Mo. She tried to bash him over the head with a Wolf Fang Club while he was in secluded meditation.

But without exception, all of Yu Yunwei’s attempts failed.

Xiao Mo didn’t stop her from having these wicked ideas.

But whenever she was caught, her palm would be struck.

Sometimes, Xiao Mo would strike her hard enough to damage her Divine Soul, leaving her bedridden for days.

Staring at her numb, unfeeling palm, Yu Yunwei could only console herself. ’At least I don’t have to go to class now.’

But it wasn’t long before Yu Yunwei discovered she was wrong.

Once Yu Yunwei had recovered a bit, Xiao Mo made her make up for all the lessons she had missed.

Whenever an idea popped into Yu Yunwei’s head and she subsequently got punished for it, she would lie low for a while.

But soon enough, a new idea would bubble up.

This time, Yu Yunwei thought of a great plan.

’Master has a book he’s extremely fond of!’

Although Yu Yunwei had never seen the book’s contents, her Master often slept while holding it.

He wouldn’t even let her see it when she subtly expressed her desire to read it.

’This must be some incredible Cultivation Technique manual!’

Sure enough, when her Master returned to the peak, he frantically searched for that book, looking very anxious.

Yu Yunwei immediately jumped out. “Master, I saw Senior Brother go into your room and take a book back to his own!”

And just as she’d planned, Yu Yunwei led her Master to Xiao Mo’s pillow and found the book underneath it.

Yu Yunwei had expected her Master to be furious and teach Xiao Mo a harsh lesson.

’After all, stealing a Cultivation Technique without permission is an extremely serious offense in any Sect!’

But who would have thought that when Xiao Mo returned, their Master would just pat his head with a teasing smile and say, “Aiya, you little rascal, if you wanted to read this book, you should have just said so. No need to sneak around and steal it.”

Xiao Mo froze for a moment, then looked at Yu Yunwei standing beside the Blood Demon and immediately understood what had happened.

Xiao Mo said nothing. With a single swing of his blade, a blood-red Sword Qi sent the two of them flying out of the courtyard. He also tossed the book out, and it landed right on the Blood Demon’s head.

“Master… How could Senior Brother do that! He has no respect for you at all!”

Her plan having failed, Yu Yunwei continued to fan the flames.

“He never had any respect for me to begin with.”

The Blood Demon just chuckled, patting the dirt off his round backside and taking the book from his head. “This master will be going now. And you should provoke your Senior Brother less in the future. Otherwise, when he hits your hand, Master won’t be able to talk him out of it.”

Watching her Master’s retreating back, Yu Yunwei pressed her thin lips together tightly.

It was only then that Yu Yunwei realized that no matter what outrageous thing Xiao Mo did, their Master didn’t seem to care at all.

…

The next morning, after finishing his lesson with Yu Yunwei, Xiao Mo left Blood Sin Peak again.

Yu Yunwei was actually quite curious.

Previously, Xiao Mo had spent most of his time on Blood Sin Peak practicing his blade techniques and rarely went out.

But ever since he killed that senior brother from Cloud Pattern Peak who was in the Golden Core Realm a few months ago, Xiao Mo had rarely stayed on Blood Sin Peak. Sometimes he would be gone for the entire day.

This time, Yu Yunwei secretly followed Xiao Mo, wanting to see what he was up to.

Yu Yunwei saw Xiao Mo arrive at the “Blood Butterfly Pavilion” in Wandao Town.

This was a place in Wandao Town that specialized in selling information.

Before long, Xiao Mo emerged from the Blood Butterfly Pavilion and flew toward a mountain peak.

In a pavilion on the peak, several Cultivators were drinking.

Xiao Mo walked toward them step by step, drew his long blade, and without a word, charged forward to attack.

After a battle lasting as long as half an incense stick, Xiao Mo chopped off the last man’s head, casually tossing it to the ground before flying off to another location.

For the rest of the day, Yu Yunwei watched Xiao Mo relentlessly seek out one Cultivator after another to fight to the death.

Moreover, all of these people were in a higher Realm than Xiao Mo.

By evening, Yu Yunwei had already lost count of how many Wandao Sect disciples Xiao Mo had killed that day.

“You’ve been following me all day. Come on out.”

Just as Yu Yunwei was staring blankly at Xiao Mo standing amidst a pile of corpses, his voice reached her.

Yu Yunwei’s heart skipped a beat. Clasping her small hands, she stepped out from behind a tree.

“Xiao Mo…”

“What did you call me?”

“Senior Brother…” Yu Yunwei forced herself to change how she addressed him. “Why did you kill them?”

“Like me, they were all going to participate in the selection for the Saint Heir. The Blood Demon said they wanted to kill me, so I slaughtered them first.” Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Yu Yunwei. “Is there a problem?”

“N-No…” Yu Yunwei swallowed hard.

“If there’s no problem, then go back. It’s getting late.” Xiao Mo sheathed his long blade and started walking away.

“Senior Brother…” Watching Xiao Mo’s back, Yu Yunwei called out again. “Do you want to become the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect?”

Yu Yunwei didn’t know why she asked that.

’Wasn’t every disciple of the Wandao Sect hoping to become the Saint Heir?’

But Yu Yunwei felt that he was different.

After spending so many days with him, Yu Yunwei felt that Xiao Mo was a man of no wants or desires. It seemed he didn’t need or want anything.

“It’s a nice bonus. Just something I can pick up along the way,” Xiao Mo replied.

“Along the way?” Yu Yunwei was stunned. “What is it you want to do, Senior Brother?”

“What I want to do.”

Xiao Mo lifted his head. The blood-red sunset glow washed over him, and the last rays of the setting sun stretched his shadow long, long across the ground.

“I want to set some rules for this place called the Western Regions.”