Chapter 221 - 202: Yun Wei, Are You Worried?

On the Wandao Plain, Xiao Mo participated in one match after another.

The Wandao Sect’s selection tournament for the Saint Heir had no semblance of fairness.

Each match was decided by a random draw.

Some who drew Xiao Mo would run their mouths off at him.

Others, knowing victory was hopeless after drawing Xiao Mo, chose to forfeit directly.

But no matter who it was, none could withstand more than three of Xiao Mo’s strikes.

The disciples of the Wandao Sect had heard Xiao Mo’s name, but they always felt the stories were exaggerated.

But when they saw him with their own eyes, they realized the real Xiao Mo was far more terrifying than the rumors!

On this day, after defeating ten opponents, Xiao Mo was done with his matches for the day.

Xiao Mo and Yu Yunwei returned to Blood Sin Peak to rest.

Yu Yunwei personally heated water and prepared a medicinal bath for her Senior Brother, hoping to help him relieve the day’s fatigue.

Though in Xiao Mo’s eyes, the day’s matches weren’t even as intense as his usual saber practice...

But it was a kind gesture from Yu Yunwei, so Xiao Mo didn’t refuse.

"Boy, give me a few drops of your Essence Blood."

After his medicinal bath, just as Xiao Mo was about to return to his room to rest, Blood Demon approached him, holding a Glazed Bottle.

Xiao Mo glanced at Blood Demon. "What for?"

Blood Demon smiled and said, "Your master will give you a surprise later. I won’t tell you just yet."

"..."

Xiao Mo slit his finger, letting ten drops of Essence Blood fall into the Glazed Bottle.

"Is that enough?" Xiao Mo asked.

"It’s enough." Blood Demon swirled the Glazed Bottle. "That said, you just gave me your Essence Blood so casually. Aren’t you afraid I’ll use it to do something bad to you?"

"Will you?" Xiao Mo asked.

Blood Demon paused for a moment, then smiled. "I won’t."

"Then that’s that."

Xiao Mo turned and went back to his room.

But just as he was about to close the door, Blood Demon leaned against the frame, her long leg shooting out to block it.

"Is there something else?" Xiao Mo asked, confused.

Blood Demon pressed a pale fingertip to her thin lips, her charming eyes blinking softly. "I’m so touched that you trust your master this much. Don’t you want some kind of reward?"

"The best reward you could give me is to behave yourself." With that, Xiao Mo used his saber’s scabbard to knock her long leg away and shut the door.

"Tch... So boring..."

Staring at the closed door, Blood Demon pouted, then sauntered away from Xiao Mo’s courtyard, swinging the Glazed Bottle.

For the next ten days, Xiao Mo had to go to the Wandao Plain every day to participate in the tournament.

There was only a single night to rest and heal.

If you were heavily injured the next day while your opponent was in peak condition, that was just your bad luck.

Dozens, even hundreds, of matches took place simultaneously on the Wandao Plain, but Xiao Mo’s matches always drew the largest crowds.

Besides Xiao Mo, nine other disciples were also winning with extreme ease.

One man in particular stood out, a man named Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was a Jade Realm Cultivator, and only seventy years old.

Rumor had it that Xia Yu possessed a Pure Yang Body, was the son of Grand Elder Xia Kong, and had profound mastery of the Flame Sun Technique.

Xia Yu had been training out in the world. He once fought an Immortal Realm Cultivator, not only holding his own but, after a bloody battle lasting three days and three nights, even taking the Immortal’s head.

After that, Xia Yu’s name became known throughout the world.

Although Xiao Mo’s strength was absurd, in the hearts of the vast majority, Xia Yu was the one destined to become the Saint Heir.

Many people felt that Xiao Mo simply hadn’t run into Xia Yu yet; otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t last twenty rounds.

After all, the highest-Realm Cultivator Xiao Mo had faced so far was only at the Late-stage Nascent Soul.

But one must understand that the difference between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Jade Realm was like heaven and earth—an even more staggering gap than the one between the Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation Realms.

They had never heard of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator defeating a Jade Realm cultivator who was at their peak.

「Then came the final day of the Saint Heir selection tournament.」

All of the Wandao Sect’s Elders, Hall Masters, and Peak Masters gathered on the plain.

Today’s matches would select the ten candidates for the Wandao Sect’s Saint Heir.

"Elder Blood Demon, long time no see." High in the sky, Xiong Gui, the Peak Master of Axe Peak, walked up to Blood Demon and said with a smile, "Xiao Mo has really been in the spotlight these past ten days. I hear not a single Cultivator can withstand more than three of his strikes."

"Hehe." Blood Demon chuckled. "That boy is just so-so. It’s just that the disciples of the Wandao Sect nowadays are all too useless."

"..." Xiong Gui’s brow twitched.

Because one of his own disciples had only lasted two strikes against Xiao Mo...

"AHEM." Xiong Gui composed himself, pretending he hadn’t heard the last part. "Elder Blood Demon, while Xiao Mo is outstanding, I’m afraid today’s match will be a bit difficult for him."

Blood Demon glanced at him. "How so?"

"Does Elder Blood Demon truly not know?" Xiong Gui was a little surprised that a master didn’t even know her own disciple’s opponent. "Today, Xiao Mo is facing the son of Grand Elder Xia Kong, the Jade Realm Cultivator Xia Yu. Given the animosity between you and the Grand Elder, I’m afraid Xia Yu will be fighting to kill."

"Oh." Blood Demon took the wine flask from her waist and took a swig.

"Is Elder Blood Demon really not worried?" Xiong Gui asked.

Blood Demon didn’t answer Xiong Gui directly. Instead, she turned to the disciple beside her. "Yun Wei, are you worried?"

"Worried? Hehehehe..."

Yu Yunwei covered her mouth and giggled, her laugh as crisp and clear as a silver bell.

"If Senior Brother isn’t being serious, it might take three strikes to end the match. But if he is serious..." The young woman held up her pale hand, extending two fingers. "Ending this match will only take two."

...

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Xiao Mo arrived on the Wandao Plain and entered an Array.

Besides Xiao Mo, there were twenty-nine other Wandao Sect disciples inside the Array.

There were ten such Arrays in total, containing three hundred disciples.

This match was also simple.

Thirty disciples would fight in a chaotic melee. The last one standing would pass the second round of selection and become a Saint Heir candidate.

With the chime of a bell, the match began.

Everyone looked at each other, their gazes finally settling on Xiao Mo and Xia Yu.

In the end, all the Cultivators split into two groups, tacitly charging toward Xiao Mo and Xia Yu respectively.

They knew they had to eliminate the two strongest fighters first.

"One strike." In the air, Yu Yunwei held up one finger.

Xiao Mo slashed out. All the Cultivators before him collapsed under the force of his Blood Evil Qi, either dead or grievously wounded, unable to get up.

At the same time, Xia Yu summoned a Great Cauldron. The cauldron expanded rapidly, trapping the fourteen Cultivators charging him and instantly refining them.

"Now there are only the two of us left." Xia Yu looked at Xiao Mo, his eyes filled with contempt and killing intent. "Do you know who I am?"

"No." Xiao Mo raised his saber and walked toward Xia Yu, step by step.

"Good! Good! Good!" Xia Yu repeated the word three times. "By the time I’m done slowly torturing you to death, you’ll remember!"

With that, Xia Yu chanted his Magic Formulas, and the Great Cauldron descended upon Xiao Mo.

"Two strikes."

As Yu Yunwei’s voice fell, Xiao Mo slashed down.

The light from his saber stretched for ten li.