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

Chapter 192 I want to set some rules for this place called the Western Regions.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Yu Yunwei had to get up early every day, and around 5:30 a.m., she would sit in the courtyard and quietly listen to Xiao Mo's lecture.

Listening to Xiao Mo recite those classical Chinese phrases and poems, Yu Yunwei felt increasingly overwhelmed.

However, Yu Yunwei had no choice but to grit her teeth and attend the class.

As evening approached, Xiao Mo would teach Yu Yunwei some Confucian etiquette, and even have her practice walking, standing, and sitting properly.

Although Yu Yunwei didn't know what use these skills were for her as a disciple of the Demonic Sect.

However, since it was Xiao Mo's request and Yu Yunwei couldn't beat him, she had no choice but to comply.

However, Yu Yunwei gradually discovered Xiao Mo's bottom line.

Although he had never seen Xiao Mo smile, he always looked cold and occasionally showed murderous intent towards him.

But that was also the second time he warned himself.

Apart from that, he never thought of killing himself.

So Yu Yunwei gradually became bolder.

One night, Yu Yunwei took a dagger and sneaked into Xiao Mo's room, then stabbed him in the chest.

But in the end, the stab missed.

By the time Yu Yunwei realized what was happening and sensed something was 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 still awake?"

"If I fall asleep, I probably won't wake up again." Xiao Mo glanced at her indifferently. "Hold out your hand."

Yu Yunwei clenched her fists angrily, but soon deflated like a punctured balloon, reaching out her hand towards Xiao Mo with her fair palm facing upwards.

Xiao Mo's scabbard slapped against her palm again and again.

In addition to physical pain, the bloodthirsty aura emanating from Xiao Mo's scabbard also seeped into her bone marrow.

The dual pain, both physical and mental, nearly made her faint several times.

"Let's go back."

After striking her ten times, Xiao Mo put down his sword.

With a pale face and tears welling up in her eyes, Yu Yun silently walked out of Xiao Mo's room.

"Wait," Xiao Mo called out, "Put the dagger down."

Yu Yunwei gritted her teeth, slammed the dagger hidden in her sleeve onto the table, and then turned and left angrily.

However, Yu Yunwei was still unwilling to give up.

She tried to poison Xiao Mo, and attempted to strike him on the head with a spiked club while he was in seclusion and meditating.

However, without exception, Yu Yunwei failed in all of them.

Xiao Mo did not stop her from having these bad ideas.

But if she is discovered, Yu Yunwei's palm will be slapped.

Sometimes, Yu Yunwei would be so badly injured by Xiao Mo that she would be bedridden for days.

Looking at her numb and insensitive hands, Yu Yunwei could only console herself that at least she didn't have to go to class.

However, it wasn't long before Yu Yunwei realized she was wrong.

After Yu Yunwei recovered a bit, Xiao Mo asked her to catch up on all the lessons she had missed.

Whenever Yu Yunwei comes up with an idea and then gets hit, she will quiet down for a short while.

But soon, she came up with a new idea.

This time, Yu Yunwei came up with a good plan.

Master has a book he loves very much!
Although Yu Yunwei had never read the contents of this book, her master often slept with it in his arms.

Even when she subtly expressed her desire to see it, her master wouldn't let her.

This must be some kind of powerful martial arts manual!
Sure enough, after Master returned to the peak, he kept looking for that book and seemed very anxious.

Yu Yunwei immediately jumped out: "Master, I saw my senior brother go into your room and take a book back to his room."

As expected, Yu Yunwei led her master to find the book under Xiao Mo's pillow.

Yu Yunwei had assumed her master would be angry and give Xiao Mo a good scolding. After all, stealing cultivation techniques without permission was an extremely serious matter in any sect!
But who knew that when Xiao Mo returned, his master just patted Xiao Mo's head with a half-smile: "Oh dear, if you wanted to read this book, just say so. There was no need to steal it."

Xiao Mo was taken aback at first, then looked at Yu Yunwei next to Xue Kui and immediately understood what was going on.

Xiao Mo said nothing, but swung his sword, and the blood-red sword energy flung the two of them out of the courtyard, also throwing the book out with him, which landed right on Xue Kui's head.

"Master, how could my senior brother do this! He has no regard for you at all!"

The plan failed, but Yu Yunwei continued to fan the flames.

"He never really paid attention to me."

Xue Kui just smiled, patted the dirt off his round buttocks, and took the book off his head: "I'm leaving now. In the future, you should provoke your senior brother less, otherwise if he hits your hand, your master won't be able to stop him."

Watching her master's retreating figure, Yu Yun pursed her thin lips tightly.

It was only then that Yu Yunwei realized that no matter how outrageous Xiao Mo's actions were, her master didn't seem to care.

The next morning, after giving Yu Yunwei her lesson, Xiao Mo left Yexue Peak.

Yu Yunwei was actually quite curious.

Previously, Xiao Mo mostly practiced his sword skills at Yexue Peak and rarely went out.

However, since Xiao Mo killed the Golden Core Realm senior brother of Cloud Pattern Peak a few months ago, Xiao Mo has rarely stayed at Karma Blood Peak, and sometimes he goes out for a whole day.

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

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

This is the place in Wandao Town that specializes in selling intelligence.

Not long after, Xiao Mo left the Blood Butterfly Pavilion and flew to a mountain peak.

In a pavilion on the mountain peak, several monks were drinking.

Xiao Mo walked step by step toward his opponent, then drew his long sword and slashed forward without saying a word.

After the fight lasted for half an incense stick's time, Xiao Mo chopped off the last person's head, casually tossed it on the ground, and it flew off to another location.

For the rest of the day, Yu Yunwei watched as Xiao Mo relentlessly engaged in battles with one cultivator after another.

Moreover, these people are all at a higher level than Xiao Mo.

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

"You've been following us all day, come out now."

Just as Yu Yunwei was staring blankly at Xiao Mo standing in the pile of corpses, his voice came out.

Yu Yunwei was slightly startled, and she walked out from behind the tree, her small hands clenched.

"Xiao Mo."

"What did you call me?"

"Senior brother," Yu Yunwei gritted her teeth and changed her form of address, "Why did you kill them?"

“They, like me, were all going to participate in the Holy Son selection. Xue Kui said they were going to kill me, so I killed them first.” Xiao Mo turned to look at Yu Yunwei. “Is there a problem?”

"No, no," Yu Yun swallowed hard.

"If you don't have it, then go back. It's getting late." Xiao Mo sheathed his long sword and walked forward.

"Senior brother." Looking at Xiao Mo's retreating figure, Yu Yunwei called out again, "Do you want to become the Holy Son of the Myriad Paths Sect?"

Yu Yunwei didn't know why she asked that question.

Every disciple of the Myriad Paths Sect wants to become a Holy Son.
But Yu Yunwei sensed that he was different.

After spending so many days together, Yu Yunwei felt that Xiao Mo was indifferent to everything, as if he needed and wanted nothing.

"It's alright, I just did it on a whim when I was doing that," Xiao Mo replied.

"Just doing it as a favor?" Yu Yun was slightly taken aback. "What does Senior Brother intend to do?"

"do what."

Xiao Mo raised his head, the crimson sunset cast its glow upon him, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow long and thin.

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

(End of this chapter)