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

Chapter 201: She is the Buddha of Kongnian Temple, and I am the Demon of Wandao Sect On a mountaintop to the north of Wandao Sect, a young man stood, wielding a Tang-style horizontal blade, practicing the Blood Demon Sword Technique. The young man had already come of age. At the age of eighteen, he stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage. With a resounding "boom!" as the young man slashed his blade, the earth shook violently, causing birds and beasts to flee in panic. In the distance, the young man cleaved a desolate mountain in two, letting the malevolent energy seep from its fissure and disperse into the sky. Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mo sheathed his long sword. In his previous life, even with a sword bone, he reached the Nascent Soul Stage at the age of eighteen. However, the quality and depth of his cultivation in this life far surpassed that of his first life. If he hadn't been so meticulous in refining each plane, aiming for perfection, he might have already reached the Jade Purity Stage. "If only I had such talent in the real world," Xiao Mo mused wistfully. But soon, he shook his head, dismissing the thought. Cultivation should be pursued earnestly, striving too hard often leads to the opposite of what is intended. "Senior Brother." Just as Xiao Mo was about to return to Wandao Sect, a young lady in her prime flew over to him. She wore a black gown with a hem as light as mist, accentuating her graceful silhouette. Around her neck lay a red water drop pendant, adding a touch of allure—like a splash of vermilion on black paper. This red pendant was a sixth-grade magical artifact crafted from a demon core. While not extraordinary to her, it seemed to hold special significance. Her ears bore silver butterfly earrings, and her raven hair was elegantly pinned with a silver hairpin, adorned with a magnolia blossom—fresh, beautiful, and sophisticated. Her fair skin, black attire, and red pendant created a striking contrast, like a rose blooming in the night—captivating yet perilous. Yet, her aura exuded a scholarly air. "Yunwei, what's the matter?" Xiao Mo asked, looking at his grown-up junior sister. "Senior Brother, how could you forget?" Yu Yunwei pouted, clenching her small fists. "Today is the first day of the Saint Child Selection!" "Is it today?" Xiao Mo indeed had forgotten. "Of course it is," Yu Yunwei said, clasping his wrist, "Senior Brother, let's hurry." She dragged him back to Wandao Sect, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. Soon, they reached the vast plains of Wandao Sect. Numerous formations divided the area into zones for disciples to duel. However, the final victor would not automatically become the Saint Child of Wandao Sect. The selection process had two stages. First, a martial contest on the plains, from which ten candidates emerged. The Sect Master would then assign tasks, and whoever completed these tasks first would become the Saint Child. As Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei walked through the plains, they attracted many gazes. "Is she Junior Sister Yu?" "She's really grown into a beauty." "There's no one in Wandao Sect as stunning as Junior Sister Yu, right?" "Not just Wandao Sect, all the Western Domains might be hard-pressed to find someone to match her beauty." "Not true, Elder Blood Specter is also exquisitely beautiful." "Do you have a death wish?" "Actually, I heard there's a woman in the Buddhist Sect who's incredibly beautiful and highly talented." "Buddhist Sect? A woman? What are you talking about?" "You wouldn't know since she rose to fame recently." The whispered conversations around them made Yu Yunwei raise her head proudly, her arm tightly linked with Xiao Mo's. "It seems our male disciples are quite fond of you," Xiao Mo remarked to his companion. "Hmph, they're all worthless," she retorted, lifting her chin defiantly. "They're not even worthy of a strand of your hair." Xiao Mo smiled gently, choosing not to comment. Over the years, Yu Yunwei's personality had changed significantly. She became more cultured and refined, proving that education was indeed valuable. However, as she grew older, she seemed more attached to him. "Xiao Mo? Look! That's Xiao Mo!" "He's so handsome." "I wish I could practice dual cultivation with him." "I heard Xiao Mo has yet to lose his Yang essence." "Should I ask if he wants to have dinner with me tonight?" "Please, do you really think you stand a chance? Are you as beautiful as Yu Yunwei?" "Yu Yunwei? That's nothing. I heard there's a nun from Kongnian Temple named Wangxin, who's beauty is out of this world!" "Rumor has it that she has some connections with Xiao Mo too." "I heard they were childhood sweethearts." Passing by a group of young women from the Wandering Flower Peak, Xiao Mo was the subject of their excited stares. Yu Yunwei, noticing their gazes, shot them a deadly look, silencing them instantly. Turning her head aside, she glanced at her senior brother, and seeing his indifferent expression, lowered her head, the name "Wangxin" echoing in her mind. The rumors about Wangxin had been growing lately. Known as the only disciple of Xu Jing, the abbot of Kongnian Temple, Wangxin was also the first female monk in history, renowned for her profound Buddhist knowledge and extraordinary beauty. She was even rumored to be the next leader of the Buddhist path. Yet, these rumors didn't bother Yu Yunwei at all. What concerned her most was— "Senior Brother," she tugged at Xiao Mo's clothing, trying to sound casual, "Your childhood friend is quite famous now." "Yes," Xiao Mo nodded. Yu Yunwei bit her lip, pressing on, "Don't you want to see her?" "No need," Xiao Mo replied. "Really?" Yu Yunwei's mood lifted, "Weren't you close when you were kids?" "You said it yourself, that was when we were kids." "What about now?" Yu Yunwei asked with wide eyes. "Now..." Xiao Mo gripped his long sword and approached the dueling arena. "She is the Buddha of Kongnian Temple, and I am the Demon of Wandao Sect."