Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 87 - 78: Please Don’t Let Anything Happen to You

Chapter 87: Chapter 78: Please Don’t Let Anything Happen to You

The Yunya River.

This great river flowed through the entirety of North Sea State.

Although Bai Ruxue’s entry into the Yunya River had triggered a torrential downpour, the various river channels Xiao Mo had dredged in North Sea State over the years were not just for show, nor were the great dikes he had built mere decorations.

Furthermore, Xiao Mo had long since notified the Governor of North Sea State to make preparations in advance.

Thus, the people on both banks would be frightened at worst, but suffer no major harm.

Xiao Mo sat on Bai Ruxue’s back.

Ruxue’s body was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her long, slender form coiled and stretched, now a full thirty zhang in length.

Her entire body was covered in silver-white scales that shimmered in the faint light, like a frozen river that had captured the essence of moonlight and starlight.

On her forehead, a pair of nascent, exquisitely translucent, silver-white dragon horns were quietly breaking through her scales. They resembled jade bamboo shoots carved from ice and snow—still young, yet already revealing a pure, flawless luster and an extraordinary shape.

Ordinary Flood Dragons were hornless, but Ruxue had them, a testament to the purity of her bloodline.

Along her neck and down her spine, a newly grown mane of snow-white fur cascaded like tassels, shimmering with a silken gloss.

Ruxue’s newly formed limbs had four claws, whereas most Flood Dragons only had three.

Her eyes were also gradually turning into vertical, golden pupils.

Although Ruxue had not yet reached the sea, her form was already indistinguishable from that of a true Flood Dragon.

"Xiao Mo, this latter half of the journey is going so smoothly..." Bai Ruxue said to him.

She had expected to face some kind of obstruction, but there had been nothing.

"Mm," Xiao Mo nodded. "It is rather smooth."

But just as the words left his lips, his focus sharpened as if he had sensed something.

"Ruxue, a few ’friends’ have arrived. I need to go meet them. You just keep swimming forward. Don’t be afraid; I’ll be with you the whole time."

Xiao Mo said with a smile.

Before Bai Ruxue could reply, Xiao Mo had already stood up and flown into the clouds.

Bai Ruxue glanced nervously at the sky, but she quickly steadied her nerves and swam forward with all her might.

...

Above the dark, dense clouds, Xiao Mo stood with one hand loosely clenched into a fist before him and the other clasped behind his back.

The fierce wind whipped his green robes, making them flutter loudly.

He was waiting for the last of them, who were also the most troublesome.

A moment later, Master Ye, the Sect Leader of the Moon God Sect, flew over with five Elders.

Seeing the old man blocking their path, Master Ye’s brows furrowed. "Old sir, were you waiting for us here?"

"Not just for you," Xiao Mo said, looking at the members of the Moon God Sect. "Please, all of you, go no further."

Master Ye sized Xiao Mo up and posed a similar question to the Loose Cultivators from before. "Elder Prime Minister Xiao, as an official of the Qi Kingdom, you’re actually protecting a White Python? Since when has your Qi Kingdom colluded with the Demon Race?"

"Not at all," Xiao Mo shook his head. "Protecting Ruxue is my personal affair. It has nothing to do with the Qi Kingdom."

Xiao Mo repeated himself, "I must ask you all to turn back."

"And what if we don’t?" Master Ye stared intently at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo sighed. "Then I’m afraid none of you will be able to."

"How arrogant!"

Master Ye thrust out a hand.

A massive golden palm materialized above Xiao Mo.

"Suppress!"

As Master Ye pressed his hand down, the golden Dharma Palm descended to crush Xiao Mo.

"Miss Sisi, may I borrow your sword?"

Xiao Mo reached out and made a grasping motion toward a distant spot.

Twenty li away on a mountaintop, Li Sisi felt the sword at her waist begin to hum.

The next instant, her sword transformed into a streak of light and shot toward Xiao Mo.

The moment Xiao Mo grasped the longsword, the golden Dharma Palm was a mere three zhang from the top of his head.

"You cultivators... you always underestimate mortals."

Xiao Mo swung the sword, and the golden Dharma Palm shattered instantly.

Master Ye and the others were shocked. They knew this was bad.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know Xiao Mo, backed by the Mountain and River Fortune, possessed strength comparable to the Ascension Realm.

But after the previous battles, Xiao Mo should have consumed a great deal of his Mountain and River Fortune. Logically, his strength should have plummeted.

’How is he still comparable to the Immortal Realm?’

Master Ye wanted to call for a truce.

But it was too late.

Xiao Mo took a single step, his ink-black figure flashing past them.

With every swing of his sword, an Elder exploded into a mist of blood.

Master Ye turned to flee.

"Returning your sword, Miss."

Xiao Mo threw the longsword from his hand.

The Flying Sword streaked toward Master Ye.

By the time the longsword flew back into Li Sisi’s scabbard, Master Ye was clutching his neck, his head severed from his body.

Master Ye’s Divine Soul tried to escape.

With a wave of his sleeve, Xiao Mo annihilated his soul.

However, the Moon God Sect was but one of many sects coveting Ruxue.

In the sky, overcast and black as night, cultivators from countless sects—hundreds of them in total—were arriving one after another.

Ruxue had now reached the latter half of the Luo River and was on the verge of entering the sea.

This was the moment when Bai Ruxue was at her most exhausted—the perfect time to strike.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to interfere when she was Crossing the Tribulation.

If Bai Ruxue succeeded in Crossing the Tribulation, she would grasp her Lifebound Divine Abilities, and her Realm would ascend to a new level.

By then, the Flood Dragon would have entered the sea, and hunting her down would become extremely difficult.

Xiao Mo conjured twenty clones and charged toward the cultivators.

Xiao Mo once again condensed the ink-black dragon, wrapping it protectively around Bai Ruxue.

"ROAR!"

Bai Ruxue let out a dragon’s cry, swatting a cultivator into a bloody mist with her tail.

"Xiao Mo, hurry and go! You don’t need to help me! I can handle these people myself!" Bai Ruxue cried, watching Xiao Mo protect her from the sky. She was frantic with worry, afraid that something would happen to him at any moment.

But Xiao Mo didn’t respond, single-mindedly blocking the cultivators.

Bai Ruxue clenched her dragon claws. Knowing Xiao Mo wouldn’t listen, she turned again, plunged violently back into the Yunya River, and swam toward the mouth of the sea!

"You stupid Xiao Mo! Stupid Xiao Mo! You call me stubborn, but you’re just as stubborn yourself!" Bai Ruxue cursed him as she swam. "Xiao Mo... you have to be okay. I’m almost at the sea."

Meanwhile, in the sky above, one cultivator after another exploded into a mist of blood.

The Mountain and River Fortune within Xiao Mo’s body was also rapidly depleting, and his strength continuously declined.

Fortunately, Xiao Mo held back all hundred-plus cultivators, allowing Ruxue to put a considerable distance between them. In half an incense stick’s time at most, she would reach the sea.

Xiao Mo faced the hundreds of cultivators before him.

The cultivators stared back at Xiao Mo.

Neither side moved, as if locked in a stalemate.

The Sect Leader of the Cangyang Sect roared at Xiao Mo, "Xiao Mo, do you really think you can stop all of us?"

His clothes were tattered and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Xiao Mo wiped the blood away, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

"Try me."