Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

"I implore you all to embrace death!"

Xiao Mo Chi's voice reverberated, shaking everyone's hearts.

Wu Du and Wu Guo both echoed with Xiao Mo Chi's voice.

Some commoners in Wu Du raised their heads, looking around, wondering if they had misheard, if they were hallucinating, as a voice suddenly rang in their ears, then vanished in an instant, and even asked someone to embrace death.

Some cultivators within Wu Guo's borders felt a tremor in their minds, knowing that this wasn't a hallucination but a battle between great powers.

Moreover, the opponent's realm was extremely high, at least a cultivator of the Immortal Realm; otherwise, that single sentence wouldn't have traveled tens of thousands of miles.

Within the small world, as Xiao Mo Chi's words landed, those cultivators bound by chains were pierced through the heart by pear blossom swords.

Everyone exploded into a mist of blood, scattering in the air.

The other cultivators could no longer care about them.

Originally, they were here to feast on flesh, but now they were being treated as fish meat!

How could such a thing be allowed?!

The Sect Leader of the Thundercloud Sect glared furiously, wielding a thunder whip, lashing it out directly.

This whip was also known as the God-Striking Whip, the Thundercloud Sect Leader's natal magic treasure.

Although this God-Striking Whip was only a Semi-Immortal grade artifact, it wasn't necessarily true that the higher the grade of a magic treasure, the greater its lethality.

The ultimate lethality of this God-Striking Whip surpassed many Immortal-grade magic treasures in the world.

"At night, I lie listening to the wind and rain, iron horses and frozen rivers enter my dreams."

Faced with the opponent's attack, Xiao Mo Chi chanted, and warhorses appeared out of thin air, armored warhorses charging towards the Thundercloud Sect Leader!

The thunder whip in the Thundercloud Sect Leader's hand had become a blur, each strike accompanied by a bolt of lightning.

But no matter how the thunder whip lashed at these warhorses, they couldn't be killed.

The iron horses crashed into the Thundercloud Sect Leader's Dharma Idol, and the Thundercloud Sect Leader spat out a mouthful of blood, the hundred-meter-tall Dharma Idol becoming increasingly illusory, as if it would completely disintegrate in the next moment.

The Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect found an opportunity, thrusting his sword towards Xiao Mo Chi's heart.

Xiao Mo Chi dodged sideways, delivering a punch that landed squarely on the opponent's chest.

The Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect was knocked back by Xiao Mo Chi's punch.

In the next instant, the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, holding a long sword, actually tore a hole in the firmament.

Within Wu Guo's borders, there were many sects, but sword sects were rare.

The Dragon Spring Sword Sect was Wu Guo's number one sword sect, and their sect leader was also a veteran Immortal Realm cultivator.

"Lord Xu, lend me your sword."

Xiao Mo Chi reached out his right hand towards Xu Ming's direction.

The long sword at Xu Ming's waist trembled incessantly, the Shangfang Sword breaking free and flying into Xiao Mo Chi's hand.

Just then, the Yellow River water above the firmament poured down, and Xu Ming could clearly feel that this water was actually a manifestation of materialized sword energy.

But Xiao Mo Chi merely slashed with his sword, and the inverted river of sword energy above the firmament was directly severed by Xiao Mo Chi.

Although the remaining river of sword energy still fell towards Xiao Mo Chi, it was no longer of any consequence.

Xiao Mo Chi turned the sword hilt in his hand, and under the guidance of Xiao Mo Chi's spiritual power, the falling river water drew a line in the air.

"Fall."

Xiao Mo Chi only uttered one word, transforming water into a sword, using the opponent's own methods against them, returning a sword to the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

The Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect couldn't dodge in time and could only resist with sword energy. As the river of sword energy dissipated, Xiao Mo Chi suddenly appeared in front of the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

Xiao Mo Chi slashed down at the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect, one sword after another. Although the opponent wasn't a sword cultivator, and the spiritual power he wielded wasn't sword energy, the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect felt that each time he blocked one of his swords, his arm became incomparably heavy.

At this moment, the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect finally remembered that these scholars of the White Deer Academy, although they didn't cultivate the Sword Dao, when they wielded a sword, their righteous aura would be even sharper than sword energy.

Moreover, the Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect couldn't dodge any of Xiao Mo Chi's swords.

"No! It's not that I can't dodge! But that I must receive it head-on!"

The Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect felt a force of rules binding him. Under this rule, he had to withstand every one of his swords.

This was the Confucian Gentleman's Sword.

One-on-one.

Upright and honorable, open and aboveboard.

This person had already touched upon the Great Dao Laws!

Just as the Dragon Spring Sword Sect Leader was shocked, Xiao Mo Chi's final sword fell!

The Dragon Spring Sword Sect Leader transformed into a cloud of blood mist, merging into that golden paper.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and those Ascension Realm cultivators were even more silent.

The Sect Leader of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect was a veteran Immortal Realm expert.

But the unexpected result was that he was killed so easily by that Xiao Mo Chi!

Moreover, the opponent didn't use the mountain and river luck of Wu Guo at all; this man relied entirely on his own strength!

"May I ask your esteemed name?" The Wei Guo's enshrinement, Old Man White Hair, looked at Xiao Mo Chi, not knowing when Wu Guo had produced another Ascension Realm expert.

"Wu Guo's Prime Minister, Xiao Mo Chi." Xiao Mo Chi cupped his hands in a salute, humble and refined.

"Xiao Mo Chi," Old Man White Hair muttered the name, feeling somewhat familiar.

Old Man White Hair looked at Xiao Mo Chi and asked calmly, "Could you be the Xiao Mo Chi from the White Deer Academy?"

Xiao Mo Chi smiled and said, "I have already left the White Deer Academy; what I do has nothing to do with the White Deer Academy."

"..." Old Man White Hair looked at the middle-aged man.

Judging from this man's bone age, he was only in his forties.

Yet such a young man had actually reached the Ascension Realm!

Old Man White Hair suspected that he was dreaming.

How was this possible?

How could there be such a genius in this world?

Xiao Mo Chi...

Old Man White Hair had heard this name because Xiao Mo Chi was rumored to be the most talented scholar in the history of the White Deer Academy, and the dean of the White Deer Academy had praised Xiao Mo Chi to the skies.

But that was all; other than that, he knew nothing about what Xiao Mo Chi had done or what realm he was in.

Yet this was the first time they had met, and he was already in the Ascension Realm...

Old Man White Hair didn't know if there would be anyone like him in the future.

But Xiao Mo Chi entering the Ascension Realm before the age of fifty was already unprecedented in the truest sense...

"You shouldn't be in this place, let alone do these foolish things."

Old Man White Hair looked at Xiao Mo Chi, sighing, his eyes full of pity.

"Now that you are already in the Ascension Realm, you should also know what you are doing. With your talent, is it really worth it to die like this?"

A gentle breeze blew Xiao Mo Chi's blue robe, and Xiao Mo Chi still wore a gentle smile like a spring breeze: "Is there anything worth or not worth doing when you do what you want to do?"