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

**Chapter 203: Yunwei, Are You Worried?** On the vast expanse of the Wandao Plain, Xiao Mo participated in one competition after another. The selection for the Holy Son of the Wandao Sect was anything but fair. Every match was decided by random draw. Some, when they drew Xiao Mo, would make bold statements. Others, realizing they stood no chance against him, would simply choose to forfeit. But regardless of who faced him, no one could withstand more than three strikes from Xiao Mo. The disciples of Wandao Sect had heard tales of Xiao Mo, often dismissing them as exaggerations. Yet, seeing him in action, they realized the truth was far more terrifying than any rumor! That day, after Xiao Mo defeated ten opponents, he had no further matches. Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Blood Karma Peak to rest. Yu Yunwei personally heated water, preparing a medicinal bath for her senior brother to help him relax after a tiring day. Even though Xiao Mo felt that the competitions were less intense than his usual sword training, he appreciated Yunwei's thoughtful gesture and didn't decline. "Kid, give me a few drops of your essence blood." After the bath, just as Xiao Mo was about to return to his room to rest, Xue Kui approached him with a glass bottle. Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Kui and asked, "For what purpose?" Xue Kui grinned, "It's a surprise for later; I won't spoil it now." Silently, Xiao Mo pricked his finger, letting ten drops of his essence blood fall into the bottle. "Is that enough?" he asked. "More than sufficient," Xue Kui replied, swirling the bottle. "By the way, you're quite carefree giving me your essence blood like that. Aren't you worried I might do something harmful to you with it?" "Would you?" Xiao Mo inquired. Xue Kui paused briefly before smiling, "I wouldn't." "Then there's nothing to worry about," Xiao Mo said, turning to head inside. Just as he was about to close the door, Xue Kui leaned against the frame, preventing it with an outstretched leg. "Is there something else you need?" Xiao Mo asked, puzzled. Xue Kui touched his lips with his delicate fingers, his charming eyes blinking flirtatiously. "Your trust in me is touching. Do you want a reward?" "If you could behave yourself, that would be reward enough," Xiao Mo replied and used his sheath to push Xue Kui's leg away, closing the door firmly. "Tch, so boring." Looking at the closed door, Xue Kui pouted, shook the glass bottle, and left Xiao Mo’s courtyard. For the next ten days, Xiao Mo had to compete daily on the Wandao Plain. He only had the night to rest and recover. If he was unfortunate enough to be badly injured, while his opponent was in peak condition the next day, it was merely bad luck. Over dozens, even hundreds of simultaneous matches on the plain, Xiao Mo’s battles drew the most spectators. Besides Xiao Mo, nine other disciples won their matches with ease, especially a man named Xia Yu. Xia Yu was a Yu Piao Stage practitioner, merely seventy years old. Rumor had it Xia Yu possessed a Pure Yang Body and was the son of Grand Elder Xia Kong with profound mastery of the "Flaming Sun Art." Xia Yu had gained fame by battling a Celestial Stage practitioner to a draw, before decapitating him after a three-day and night blood duel. Thus, Xia Yu's fame spread throughout the land. While Xiao Mo’s prowess was extraordinary, many believed Xia Yu to be the real contender for Holy Son. Some thought if Xiao Mo were to encounter Xia Yu, he wouldn't last twenty moves. After all, Xiao Mo's highest opponents thus far were only in the late Nascent Soul Stage. But everyone knew the massive divide between the Nascent Soul and Yu Piao Stages—far greater than the gap between Foundation Building and Qi Refining Stages. They had never heard of a Nascent Soul defeating a peak Yu Piao. On the final day of the Holy Son selection fights, elders, hall masters, and peak lords of Wandao Sect all gathered on the plain. Today's competition would select ten candidates for the Wandao Sect's Holy Son. "Elder Xue Kui, long time no see," said Bear Kui, the Peak Lord of Opening Axe Peak, smiling as he approached Xue Kui. "Xiao Mo has really been in the spotlight these past ten days. I heard no practitioner could withstand even three blows from him." "Ha," Xue Kui chuckled. "The kid is average, it's just that disciples of the Wandao Sect are too weak." Bear Kui's brow twitched as one of his own disciples only survived two blows from Xiao Mo. "Ahem." Bear Kui composed himself, pretending not to hear the latter part. "Elder Xue Kui, while Xiao Mo is impressive, today’s match may prove challenging." Xue Kui glanced at him, "Why do you say so?" "Surely you’ve heard?" Bear Kui was surprised that the master didn't know his disciple's opponent. "Today, Xiao Mo faces the Grand Elder's son, Xia Yu, who is in the Yu Piao Stage. Given your enmity with the Grand Elder, Xia Yu might go all out." "Oh," Xue Kui replied, taking a swig from the wine gourd. "You're not worried, Elder Xue Kui?" Bear Kui probed. Instead of responding directly, Xue Kui turned to his disciple, "Yunwei, are you worried?" "Worried? Hehehe," Yu Yunwei chuckled softly, a sound as clear as silver bells. "If Senior Brother isn't serious, it might take three strikes to end the match. But if he's serious..." The girl extended a pale hand, showing two fingers, "It’ll only take two blows." Under the watchful eyes of many, Xiao Mo stepped onto the Wandao Plain and entered one of the formations. Besides him, twenty-nine other disciples of Wandao Sect entered. There were ten such formations, totaling three hundred disciples. This battle was straightforward: thirty disciples engaged in a free-for-all, and the last standing would move to the second round, becoming a Holy Son candidate. As the bell rang, the match commenced. Everyone glanced at each other before turning their focus to Xiao Mo and Xia Yu. Finally, the practitioners split into two groups, each moving towards Xiao Mo and Xia Yu with unspoken accord. They knew they first needed to eliminate the two strongest contenders. "One blow," in the air, Yu Yunwei indicated with a single finger. Xiao Mo swung his sword, and in its wake, the practitioners facing him were either dead or incapacitated, falling helplessly. Simultaneously, Xia Yu summoned a large cauldron, which expanded rapidly, engulfing fourteen practitioners to be incinerated swiftly. "It's just us now," Xia Yu declared, gazing at Xiao Mo with disdain and deadly intent. "Do you know who I am?" "I don’t," Xiao Mo replied, advancing step by step with his sword. "Good! Good! Good!" Xia Yu repeated thrice, "Once I slowly torture you to death, you’ll remember." Speaking the words, Xia Yu executed a spell, directing the cauldron towards Xiao Mo. "Two blows." As Yu Yunwei finished speaking, Xiao Mo cleaved downward. The sword's light spanned ten miles.