We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 15: Your Master Stole Your Life (4000 words)
The first move of the Grass Character Sword Technique: Spring Sprouts Break Through the Soil.

As a glint of cold light flashed at the tip of Jiang Qingyi's sword, it was like a tender bud breaking through the frozen soil in early spring.

The longsword in the girl's hand contained boundless vitality and sharp penetrating power.

"break!"

With a soft sigh from the girl.

Jiang Qingyi concentrated her sword energy into a single point, moving at an extremely fast speed, with even the tip of the sword surrounded by the phantom of tender green grass.

The magic array set up by the Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples in front of her was directly broken by Jiang Qingyi.

A cold glint flashed before his eyes.

When he came to his senses, he felt a dizzying sensation as the other person's head fell straight to the ground.

"call"

Jiang Qingyi took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

This is the third Blood Butterfly Pavilion cultivator that Jiang Qingyi has encountered in the past ten days.

Moreover, the intervals between encounters with them became shorter each time.

This shows that the Blood Butterfly Pavilion has roughly grasped its position.

Now they are narrowing down the search area as if they were closing in.

Jiang Qingyi sheathed her longsword and hurriedly walked into a cave.

Inside the cave, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was his disciple running towards him.

"Master, are you okay?"

Jiang Qingyi said worriedly.

"It's nothing serious." Xiao Mo shook his head. "I'm sorry, but it seems like my body is becoming less and less helpful to you."

When the Blood Butterfly Pavilion launched their attack, Xiao Mo was adjusting his spiritual veins and it was at a crucial moment, so he couldn't make a move. Therefore, Jiang Qingyi had no choice but to lure him away and fight him one-on-one.

“Master, please don’t say such things.” Jiang Qingyi shook her head. “If you hadn’t stopped an assassin at the Nascent Soul stage three days ago, I would have died a violent death long ago.”

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Isn't it only natural for a master to protect his disciple?"

Jiang Qingyi's eyes curved into a smile: "Then isn't it only natural for a disciple to protect Master at crucial moments?"

"You," Xiao Mo sighed softly, "as long as you don't mind me being a burden to you, that's enough."

Jiang Qingyi frowned and pouted, "Master, if you say that again, I'll really get angry!"

"Alright, alright, then Master won't say anything more." Xiao Mo stood up. "Let's keep going. More people from the Blood Butterfly Pavilion will be coming soon."

"Okay Master."

Jiang Qingyi helped her master to his feet and they walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave lives a wild deer-horse of the Shu bloodline.

Jiang Qingyi encountered this horse ten days ago. After beating it up, she tamed it and made it a suitable mount for her master.

In fact, even a deer, a horse, or a demon cannot fly as fast as a cultivator at the Golden Core stage.

Furthermore, different terrains can also affect a horse's speed.

But there is no way.

Master's injuries are getting worse and worse, and he can no longer fly for long periods of time.

"drive!"

After helping her master onto the deer-horse, Jiang Qingyi also climbed onto it.

Jiang Qingyi held the reins, carrying her ailing master in her arms.

At first, the two of them rode a horse together. Although Jiang Qingyi was very happy, she was also a little embarrassed and would often overthink things.

However, after a while, especially as more and more people tried to assassinate her and her master became increasingly dangerous, Jiang Qingyi lost that desire.

All she wanted was to escape the pursuit with her master.

As things stand, a world governed by a myriad of laws is certainly not safe.

Therefore, Jiang Qingyi wanted to escape to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons with her master!
Once you reach the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, even the Blood Butterfly Pavilion won't be able to catch you.

Once I reach a higher level, I'll come back and wipe out everyone in the Blood Butterfly Pavilion!

As for whether she could escape to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Jiang Qingyi was still very confident.

However, Xiao Mo did not think so.

The Blood Butterfly Pavilion isn't stupid; they definitely know that I'm going to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.

Secondly, after several major battles, especially the fight with a Nascent Soul cultivator, his physical condition had deteriorated.

Every time I make a move, every time I get injured, it's like hitting my broken body hard with a hammer.

Let alone thirty years, if things continue like this, Xiao Mo feels he won't live past a year.

"How many more times can I make a move?" Xiao Mo thought to himself. "It seems that the plan needs to be brought forward."

Two more months passed.
Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi encountered more and more assassins.

The Blood Butterfly Pavilion has completely grasped the whereabouts of Xiao Mo and Jiang Qingyi.

Not only was Xiao Mo's health deteriorating, but Jiang Qingyi also suffered considerable injuries.

The two were now at most thirty days away from the borders of the Myriad Laws World and the Myriad Demon Kingdom.

Jiang Qingyi's eyes were filled with hope.

However, Xiao Mo knew his body all too well.

I'm still alive only because I didn't do the last thing; I'm clinging to my last breath.

Now that I'm getting closer and closer to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, it's about time for me to end this life.

At the foot of Black Wind Mountain.

Jiang Qingyi and her master sped along the shortcut to the border of the Demon Kingdom.

Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo's minds suddenly focused, and they both leaped up at the same time.

The next moment, a long spear pierced down like a meteor.

The deer and the horse were suddenly pinned to the ground and died completely.

A Nascent Soul Realm man wearing a tiger mask stood with his hands behind his back on the hilt of a spear. A gentle breeze fluttered his robes, on which was embroidered a blood-red butterfly.

Immediately afterwards, seven cultivators from the Blood Butterfly Pavilion rushed out, including three at the Dragon Gate Realm and four at the Golden Core Realm.

"Young Master, it's been a long time."

A man dressed in a blue robe came out, holding a fan in his hand. He looked like a scholar and seemed very refined.

But in Xiao Mo's eyes, he was nothing more than a hypocrite.

The man in the blue robe was named Sun Jin. He was one of the advisors of King Xiao of Liang. Not only was he cunning and treacherous, but he was also cowardly and lacked any integrity as a scholar.

Xiao Mo disliked it the most.

"You came here to die?" Xiao Mo asked.

“Hehehe.” Sun Jin chuckled. “Not at all. I’m here to take the young master and her heads back.”

After saying this, Sun Jin looked at Jiang Qingyi and said, "I never expected that the girl from back then would not only grow up to be so beautiful, but also reach such a level. It's truly remarkable. All of this is thanks to you, young master."

"Cough cough cough, enough nonsense, if you want to kill me, just do it." Xiao Mo coughed a few times, and the long sword in his hand trembled.

"killed!"

The masked man waved his hand.

The Blood Butterfly Pavilion assassins vanished from their spot in an instant.

The moment they appeared, a cold glint appeared before Jiang Qingyi.

Xiao Mo took a step forward, wanting to help his disciple.

However, the masked man, wielding a spear, thrust it at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo's cursive script sword technique transformed into nine sword energies, nine invisible longswords piercing towards the opponent's vital points.

However, the masked man was able to shatter Xiao Mo's sword energy every time.

Xiao Mo took off, with the masked man following closely behind.

The Grass-Character Sword Technique - Rain Hitting Banana Leaves.

Sword energy continuously gathered around Xiao Mo, shattering the white clouds in the sky and transforming them into countless longswords. "Fall!"

Hundreds of longswords formed from white clouds pierced towards the masked man.

Xiao Mo also personally drew his sword and closed in, his sword speed fast and dense, like a sudden rain pounding on banana leaves, producing a continuous and crisp sound of impact.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, your sword energy is sharp, and your sword intent is profound. You may be able to enter the Immortal Realm, but it's a pity. How did you damage your foundation to such a state?" The masked man sighed.

The next instant, the silver spear was aimed directly at Xiao Mo's heart.

Xiao Mo focused his mind and parried with his sword.

The immense force slammed into Xiao Mo's sword, and the sword slammed backward into Xiao Mo's heart.

"boom!"

Like a cannonball, Xiao Mo was hurled towards the summit of a mountain.

The summit was smashed to pieces, and huge rocks rolled down.

"Master!"

Surrounded by enemies, Jiang Qingyi was extremely anxious and wanted to help her master, but the other Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciples blocked her way.

"Step aside!"

Jiang Qingyi gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes filled with rage.

"Move aside?" Sun Jin smiled. "Miss Jiang, today you will die here. Actually, it's for the best. To die without knowing anything is the last act of mercy the Prince shows to you and the young master."

"What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

She took a step forward, and the characteristics of the Xuan Shuang longsword merged with the girl's sword energy.

Frost covered an area of ​​about one mile around the girl.

The girl thrust out her sword, the frosty sword intent carrying the sharpness of the Grass Sword Technique, piercing through the heart of a Blood Butterfly Pavilion Dragon Gate Realm disciple!

On the other side of the battlefield, the masked man knew that Xiao Mo was not dead.

He thrust downwards with his spear in hand.

Xiao Mo stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His swordplay was like the wind sweeping across the grassland, continuous and seemingly gentle yet containing resilience. It deflected, neutralized, and used the opponent's force against them, with the sword light forming a swaying, shimmering phantom of grass.

After being slashed away by Xiao Mo's sword, the masked man stuck his spear into the ground.

The spear carved a hundred-meter-long trail in the mud until the masked man's back hit a tree, at which point he stopped.

The mask on his face was broken.

The masked man simply threw off his mask and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He hadn't expected that this seemingly fragile cultivator would possess such strength; he was indeed extraordinary.

But he must die here today.

The next instant, the masked man's spiritual power surged, and the spear in his hand emitted a cold light.

This was his last move.

With a single thrust, the spear's momentum transformed into a long dragon.

"Hooo!"

The dragon roared and pounced on Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo calmly looked at the spear, took a deep breath, and used the sword bone to activate his spiritual meridians.

Xiao Mo's sword energy rose steadily, and even with the slightest breath, the masked man felt as if countless thin swords were piercing his lungs!

He swung his sword, and the sword energy transformed into a sword monument that blocked Xiao Mo's path.

"Boom!"

The spear was stuck in the sword monument and could not move forward an inch.

The next instant, the masked man only felt a figure float past him.

When he looked down, a large hole had been pierced through his heart.

Xiao Mo stood behind the masked man, casually flicking his wrist, and the blood on his longsword was splattered onto the tree.

The masked man fell forward without making a sound.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough"

Xiao Mo coughed violently, his face growing paler and paler as he gasped for breath.

"Qingyi." Xiao Mo wiped his mouth and flew towards his disciple.

At the same time, Jiang Qingyi swung her sword and beheaded the last Blood Butterfly Pavilion disciple.

Sun Jin, standing to the side, looked extremely unpleasant.

In Sun Jin's view, Jiang Qingyi was doomed to die.

But to everyone's surprise, her strength was so exaggerated that she was virtually invincible among those of the same realm. Even cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm would have to exert considerable effort to kill her.

Sun Jin sensed something was wrong and tried to escape.

But how could Jiang Qingyi let him leave alive?

Jiang Qingyi made a sword incantation, and the ice sculptures of the small grasses on the ground suddenly shattered.

They transformed into chains of icy ice, binding Sun Jin.

Jiang Qingyi pulled Sun Jin through the air, and Sun Jin crashed to the ground.

Sun Jin tossed out his fan.

Two dark tigers leaped out of the fan.

While Hua Hu was stalling for time, Sun Jin turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a few steps, the two ink tigers were pierced by the ice spikes and turned into ink that flowed onto the ground.

Jiang Qingyi leaped forward and thrust her sword toward his back. Sun Jin turned and tried to block the sword tip with his fan.

Sun Jin skipped across the ice like a pebble, eventually crashing into a tree.

When Sun Jin got up, Jiang Qingyi's longsword was already pointed at his throat.

Seeing Jiang Qingyi's icy gaze, Sun Jin hurriedly begged for mercy: "Fairy, spare me! Fairy, spare me!"

"Answer my question! If you answer well, I'll spare you!" Jiang Qingyi said coldly.

"Please speak, fairy! I will answer everything I know!" Sun Jin was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he completely forgot how arrogant he had been just now.

Looking at this kind of person, Jiang Qingyi felt that killing him would only dirty her sword.

"Who wants to kill my master!" Jiang Qingyi asked coldly.

Jiang Qingyi had always been curious about who her master had offended that would be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

I did ask him, but my master remained silent.

Sun Jin looked troubled, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Speak!" Jiang Qingyi chopped off one of the other's arms with a single sword stroke.

"Ah!" Sun Jin screamed, clutching his severed arm. "I'll talk! I'll talk! It was Prince Xiao who wanted to kill your master!"

"What Prince Xiao? What grudge does he have against my master!"

"Prince Xiao is none other than Prince Xiao Jing of Liang, and your master is his son. In fact, the prince not only wants to kill Xiao Mo, but also you."

Do you remember when you were four years old, your parents were killed and you were taken to a house?
That was done by the prince. Because you have innate sword bones, the prince had someone take you there and transplant your sword bones to Xiao Mo!

Your parents refused, so they were simply killed on a whim.

"What did you say?" Jiang Qingyi was struck dumb, her face turned pale, her pupils trembled, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground.

With his other hand secretly gripping a hidden weapon behind his back, Sun Jin continued, "You heard right, it was your master's father who killed your parents."

You could have become a renowned sword immortal, but your master transplanted your sword bone!
Your master was able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm at the age of eighteen entirely because of your sword bone.

"It was those two, father and son, who destroyed your family and robbed you of your life."

[The realms are explained below—]

The three lower realms are: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, and Cave Abode.

The three intermediate realms are: Dragon Gate, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul.

The three highest realms are: Jade Uncarved Stone, Immortal, and Ascension.

(End of this chapter)