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

The man in black silently drew in every trace of his aura and stepped soundlessly into the courtyard.

The door was gently pushed open. Night flowed through the crack like a rising tide, washing the room in dimness.

His gaze locked onto the sleeping figure on the bed as he advanced with steady, measured steps, closing the distance one pace at a time.

He raised the sword in his hand and, with a sudden burst of force, drove it viciously into Xiao Mo’s chest.

The tip slid into flesh without the slightest resistance. He felt with terrifying clarity the sensation of the blade piercing the body. Blood splashed out.

With a twist of his wrist, he savagely churned the blade inside the wound while pouring spiritual power into it.

BANG!

With a thunderous blast, Xiao Mo’s body exploded on the bed and dissolved into a cloud of blood mist.

Dead... just like that?

A flicker of doubt crossed the man in black’s mind.

It had been too easy. The job had gone too fast—so fast that something about it felt faintly wrong.

And yet he could no longer sense even the slightest trace of life in the room. Everything around him remained as still and silent as before.

But just as he sheathed his sword and turned to leave—

the man who had been lying on the bed a moment ago appeared in front of him once more.

“In principle, I’ve never made enemies,” Xiao Mo said, looking at him calmly. There was not the slightest anger in his tone, as if he were merely asking an ordinary question and wanted an ordinary answer. “Why are you trying to kill me?”

The man in black did not respond. He stomped sharply off the ground and thrust his sword again, this time straight for Xiao Mo’s throat.

Xiao Mo raised a hand and formed a spell seal.

In an instant, the bamboo leaves all across the courtyard rose into the air and gathered before him, forming a green barrier that firmly stopped the sword tip.

Then the leaves began to spiral, winding themselves up along the blade. They gradually covered the entire sword and even crept toward the man’s arm.

The man in black’s heart tightened. He snapped his wrist, spiritual power erupting outward and blasting the bamboo leaves apart.

But in that split second, the scattered leaves suddenly transformed into long green snakes, lifting their heads and flicking their tongues as they lunged at him.

The man in black burst through the window.

Behind him, the bamboo leaves gathered again, this time forming several emerald chains that twisted after him as though alive, intent on binding him fast.

At the same time, fierce wind blades came screaming in from every direction, slashing toward him.

Above the night sky, the drifting white clouds abruptly stilled. Then they transformed into long white swords, one after another, hanging in the heavens before plunging down through the air at him.

What kind of spell art is this?

The man in black frowned, alarm and uncertainty churning in his heart.

He had killed countless people, yet he had never seen methods like these. It was as if all things between heaven and earth could be bent to his opponent’s will—every blade of grass, every tree, every wisp of wind, even the clouds at the horizon, all turned into instruments of murder.

“Get lost!”

With a low shout, the man in black shook sword qi from his body, scattering all the wind blades that had closed in.

He knew perfectly well that he could not keep probing. This man was unfathomable. He would have to strike with everything he had.

At once, he activated a sword art. The sword in his hand split into two, two into four, and in the blink of an eye countless sword shadows condensed before him, forming circles upon circles of grim sword wheels, layered atop one another, gleaming with icy light.

“Die!”

He pointed his sword forward. More than a thousand sword shadows answered the command, turning into four vast rivers of swords that swept toward Xiao Mo simultaneously from the east, south, west, and north.

Faced with such a savage assault, Xiao Mo’s expression remained as placid as water, not the least bit flustered.

He stepped forward once, and the bamboo leaves at his feet moved with his will.

In the next instant, they too transformed into four green rivers of swords and surged upward to meet the four coming at him.

The two sets of sword rivers collided in midair. Bamboo leaves whirled. Sword shadows interwove.

Under the relentless erosion of the bamboo leaves, the four rivers of swords formed from sword qi gradually dimmed and broke apart.

But the bamboo-leaf sword rivers did not lose any momentum. Carrying fierce killing intent, they rushed straight at the man in black.

Countless bamboo-leaf swords pierced through his body. He let out a muffled groan, fell from midair, and slammed hard into the ground.

Xiao Mo walked forward at an unhurried pace, casually snapping off a bamboo branch and pointing it at the man’s throat.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Why are you trying to kill me? Or rather, who wants me dead? Explain it clearly, and I can spare your life.”

“Heh...”

The man in black let out a low, hoarse laugh, a vicious gleam flashing through his eyes.

Without warning, a streak of cold light shot from his mouth.

Xiao Mo was a fraction too slow to evade. A tiny flying sword pierced straight through the center of his brow in an instant.

His eyes abruptly lost focus. His pupils slowly dulled. His body went limp, and he collapsed on the spot.

The man in black stared at the fallen figure, gasping for breath, a smile gradually appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Yet just as he thought he had finally succeeded, Xiao Mo’s fallen body turned transparent, then faded into nothingness and vanished into the night.

“Never more than three times. I’ll give you one last chance. Why are you trying to kill me?”

That familiar voice came slowly from behind him.

The man in black shuddered violently and spun around.

Xiao Mo stood there completely unharmed, his expression still calm, as if everything that had just happened had never happened at all.

“How is that possible...?”

The man in black stared at him with wide eyes, disbelief filling his voice.

Twice.

He had killed him twice with his own hands.

And yet the other man had appeared before him again and again, whole and untouched each time.

Realizing the situation could not be salvaged, he made the decision at once to retreat first. As long as he stayed alive, he could make other plans later.

But the instant he tried to pull away, the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently, and the earth surged upward.

In a blink, the soil wrapped itself around him. Other than his head, all four limbs were pinned and unable to move.

“Since you refuse to speak, I can only do this.”

Xiao Mo stepped forward slowly. Raising a hand, he lightly touched the man’s forehead with his fingertip and began a soul search.

He had not wanted to use a soul-search technique.

An assassin like this would almost certainly have a restriction placed on his soul. If Xiao Mo triggered it by accident, the man’s body and soul might be destroyed at once, and the trail would end there.

And as expected, the moment Xiao Mo’s divine sense entered, he sensed something wrong.

Deep in the man’s mind, there was indeed a tightly constructed soul restriction.

Xiao Mo focused his mind and stilled his breath. A faint spiritual glow flickered at his fingertip as he began trying to undo the restriction.

Time passed second by second. A fine layer of sweat appeared at the corners of Xiao Mo’s forehead.

But just as he had broken through half of the restriction—

Xiao Mo’s expression changed.

The soul restriction in the other man’s mind suddenly shifted at that very instant.

“Not good!”

In the real world, Xiao Mo abruptly opened his eyes and retreated at once, widening the distance between them.

That fierce battle just now had all been false.

From the moment the man in black entered the room, he had already fallen into Xiao Mo’s illusion art.

And the instant Xiao Mo pulled back, the man in black—still trapped deep within the illusion—let out a shrill scream.

In the next moment, his entire body burst into flame without warning. Fire roared up, and in the blink of an eye he was reduced to a handful of ash that scattered on the wind.

Xiao Mo stared fixedly at the pile of ashes, his brows drawn tight, his expression grave.

“One of the upper three realms?”

He murmured it under his breath.

Only a cultivator from the upper three realms who was deeply versed in the soul could have laid down a changing restriction of this kind.

Could it be... Chen Jue wants me dead? Xiao Mo guessed.

But he quickly rejected the thought.

The conflict between him and Chen Jue had been years ago now.

If Chen Jue truly intended to make a move, he would have done so long ago. Why wait until today?

Not to mention that Chen Jue would not dare kill someone inside Cold Mountain Academy.

But if it was not Chen Jue, then who could it be?

At the same time—

in a courtyard on the main peak of Cold Mountain Academy,

Cun Caiguang, the headmaster of Cold Mountain Academy, looked at the messenger before him and could not help sighing.

“You even came personally to give notice before killing someone.”

“You of Tushan truly have excellent manners!”