Chapter 248 - 226: Then, You Will Become the Buddha Revered by the Entire Western Regions

’They didn’t dare face me head-on, so they paid others to kill me instead.’

’Logically speaking, the wealth those Holy Son Candidates possessed shouldn’t have been enough to hire a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator to risk their life.’

’The Elders backing them must have stepped in to help.’

’But that was to be expected.’

’After the ten Holy Son Candidates were chosen, besides their original masters, many Hall Masters and Peak Masters in the Wandao Sect would also place their bets.’

’It wasn’t that no one wanted to bet on me, but I had Xue Kui refuse them all.’

’Their bets would have to be repaid with favors in the future. They’d want a piece of the pie.’

’But once I become the Sect Leader of Wandao Sect, I’m going to purge the sect from top to bottom.’

"It’s nothing."

After searching the assassin’s soul, Xiao Mo decapitated him with a single slash.

’When I get back to the Sect, I’ll have Xue Kui investigate and settle the score with each of these Elders and Peak Masters.’

However, besides these assassins, there were also cultivators coming to seek revenge on Xiao Mo.

Because Xiao Mo had concealed his Realm along the way, he had drawn many cultivators to ambush him.

Most of those cultivators were cut down by Xiao Mo.

Sometimes, Xiao Mo would leave one or two survivors, cripple their Cultivation, and let them return to their sects to report what had happened.

Xiao Mo was waiting for those sects to come for revenge. It was a good chance to test his blade and seek a Realm Breakthrough.

And when their disciples died, the sects would naturally seek revenge on Xiao Mo to save face.

Otherwise, if your sect’s disciples could be slaughtered and humiliated at will, what dignity would the sect have left?

If you can’t even protect your own disciples, who would join you in the future?

The laughable part was that many sects hadn’t even figured out the true identity of the man who killed their disciples.

They hadn’t even grasped Xiao Mo’s true Realm, thinking he was merely a cultivator below the Dragon Gate Realm.

As more and more people from these sects died, and even Nascent Soul Realm Elders vanished without a trace, they finally realized they had picked a fight they couldn’t win and all went silent, playing deaf and dumb.

And besides those trying to kill Xiao Mo, many were also coming to kill Wangxin.

After news spread that Wangxin had left Kongnian Temple to travel the mortal world, more and more Demon Sects came to eliminate her.

It was unknown where they got their information, but many people knew that Wangxin possessed the Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart.

Setting aside how detrimental it would be to the Demon Dao if Wangxin, with her Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart, was allowed to mature...

Most importantly, using a Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart for Alchemy was immensely beneficial for a Jade Realm cultivator’s breakthrough into the Immortal Realm!

But when they appeared before Xiao Mo and he drew his Spirit-Collecting Blade, they didn’t even have time for regret.

If these Demon Sects were relatively close, Xiao Mo would even go out of his way to "kick down their door."

Xiao Mo’s version of "kicking down their door" usually meant annihilating the entire sect.

With every Demon Sect he annihilated, the Blood Evil Qi in Xiao Mo’s body would grow denser, and his Realm and strength would rise to a new level.

But the corrosion from the Blood Evil Qi also became more severe.

Along the way, Xiao Mo had lost count of how many people he had killed.

"Xiao Mo of Wandao Sect killed a Jade Realm cultivator while in the Nascent Soul Realm."

"Xiao Mo of Wandao Sect massacred an entire sect."

"A madman even crazier than Xue Kui."

Xiao Mo’s reputation seemed to be growing.

Gradually, many assassin organizations that took on jobs all gave up on assassinating Xiao Mo.

Jade Realm cultivators couldn’t defeat Xiao Mo. Some who couldn’t escape in time were even cut down by his blade.

As for sending an Immortal Realm cultivator, there weren’t that many to begin with. Most Sect Leaders were only at the Jade Realm.

Besides, what if Xue Kui was protecting Xiao Mo from the sidelines?

Not even an Immortal Realm cultivator was confident they could withstand Xue Kui’s Frenzied Blood Saber.

However, on his way to the Black Dragon Sect, Xiao Mo was also searching for the whereabouts of the other Wandao Sect Saint Heirs through various intelligence organizations in the Western Regions.

He killed two Holy Son Candidates along the way.

「Three months passed.」

One morning, while Xiao Mo was circulating his energy and regulating his breath, he abruptly opened his eyes. A violent wave of Blood Qi erupted from his body.

The Blood Evil Qi seemed to coalesce into a tangible form, as if dressing Xiao Mo in a blood-red coat.

Xiao Mo’s scarlet eyes flickered between reason and madness.

"Xiao Mo..."

Wangxin, who had just returned from picking fruit, was so frightened by the sight of Xiao Mo that she dropped the fruit and rushed over.

"Don’t come any closer!"

Xiao Mo roared at Wangxin.

He gasped for air, his hands clenched into tight fists.

Sweat soaked the hair at his temples. Beside him, influenced by the killing intent radiating from his body, the Spirit-Collecting Blade began to slide from its sheath, revealing half of its gleaming blade!

Beneath Xiao Mo’s skin, one could even see the red blood flowing through his dark, bulging veins.

But seeing his pained expression, how could Wangxin just stand by and watch?

Ignoring Xiao Mo’s rebuke, Wangxin took another step in her monk’s robe, sat down in front of him, and tightly gripped his large, calloused hand.

The moment Wangxin touched Xiao Mo, the Blood Evil Qi surged toward her like a tide, corroding her mind, Spirit Veins, and body.

"It hurts..."

Wangxin bit her lip, feeling as if her body was being sliced apart from the inside out by tiny knives.

But she endured the pain and began chanting Buddhist Scripture.

One verse after another flowed from her lips.

The Blood Evil Qi around Xiao Mo was gradually dispelled, or rather, transferred into Wangxin’s body, where she used her own Buddha Nature to suppress and digest the Evil Qi from him.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xiao Mo’s Blood Evil Qi gradually subsided. Wangxin’s palm was covered in a fine sweat.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes again.

"How are you..." Wangxin asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"I told you not to come over," Xiao Mo said coldly.

"But you were in so much pain." Wangxin lowered her head, her expression filled with self-blame.

"I can handle it myself." Xiao Mo’s voice was almost a reprimand.

"I... I’m sorry... Please don’t be angry..."

Wangxin gently tugged on the corner of Xiao Mo’s sleeve.

Looking at Wangxin’s guilt-ridden eyes, Xiao Mo sighed and shook his head.

"Wangxin, you cultivate the Buddhist Dharma. You need to keep your heart pure and clear.

And this Blood Evil Qi of mine is no different from a fatal poison to disciples of the Buddhist School.

Your Realm, your inner clarity—they could very well be destroyed by my Blood Evil Qi.

Did you not think about any of this when you used your own body to eliminate the Blood Evil Qi within me?"

"Xiao Mo... I did think about it..." Wangxin said earnestly. "But Xiao Mo, I was more afraid that something would happen to you..."

"..."

"Xiao Mo, during this time, you really can’t kill anyone else." Wangxin’s tone was almost a plea. "Your body is truly at its limit. If you keep this up, you’ll lose control."

"Limit?"

Xiao Mo paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"This is how I’ve made it through all these years of cultivation. If I can’t even overcome this obstacle, then this is as far as I go. Besides, do you think that just because I stop killing, others will stop trying to kill me?"

Xiao Mo let go of Wangxin’s fair hand and said coldly:

"In a place like the Western Regions, there is only life and death.

I’ve killed too many cultivators. More and more people have their eyes on me, and they all want me dead.

But I don’t regret it.

What I must do is keep killing!

Kill until no one dares to bother me again.

Kill until everyone shudders in fear at the mere mention of my name.

Kill until every word I say is like a divine oracle to them.

Only then will they understand—oh, so the Western Regions do have rules after all..."

Xiao Mo looked calmly at the young woman before him. "You want me to stop killing? Then let me ask you, Wangxin—unless they die, they will come after me again and again. Will you help me kill them?"

Wangxin: "..."

Xiao Mo grasped his long blade, stood up, and walked step by step toward the cave entrance. Beneath his feet, he crushed the fruit she had just gathered.

"Wangxin, don’t follow me anymore.

My demonic nature has grown too strong. I can’t turn back, nor do I want to."

’I will become a demon feared throughout the entire Western Regions.’

’At that time.’

’You will become a buddha revered throughout the entire Western Regions.’