We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

Chapter 77: This Final Stretch of the Journey, Iʼll Walk with You to the End

When Wang Wei and the others saw their teacher standing on the pear tree, they were all stunned.

They even doubted whether they were seeing things correctly.

Hadnʼt their teacher retired to his hometown?

How could he come to the Luo River?

And even intervene to save this white python.

Bai Ruxue glanced at Xiao Mo, wanting to help him but reason told Bai Ruxue that she must traverse the river and reach the sea as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, no matter how she tried to persuade him, Xiao Mo would never leave.

And if she continued to stay here, she would only burden Xiao Mo.

Looking at his three most accomplished disciples, Xiao Mo smiled, ”I didnʼt expect His Majesty would send you three.”

”Teacher, what are you doing?” Zhuge Qing stepped forward and asked.
”Protecting her passage to the sea,” Xiao Mo said calmly.

Xu Shangao looked troubled, ”Teacher, she is a demon...”

Xiao Mo nodded, ”This old man knows.”

”...” All three were speechless.

”His Majesty must have sent you to stop her from traversing the river,” Xiao Mo stroked his graying beard. ”Since thatʼs the case, do your duty and donʼt think about other matters.”

The three exchanged glances and quickly made their decision, bowing deeply to Xiao Mo, ”Teacher, we must offend you!”

As their words fell, the three menʼs official robes billowed, and their mountain-river fortune also transformed into three black dragons spiraling upward.

Zhuge Qing struck first, a hundred golden remonstrative words flying from his sleeve, each character sharp as a blade, ”As ministers, we must correct demons and evil!”

”Very good.”

Xiao Mo nodded, his eyes showing gratification.

Xiao Moʼs withered finger traced through the air, and the pear trees suddenly exploded. Countless petals condensed into shields, blocking all the remonstrative words.

Amidst the fluttering golden paper scraps and petals, Xu Shangao and Wang Wei bypassed their teacher, treading on waves as they pursued the white python directly.

They didnʼt want to harm their teacher, only wanted to slay this white python.

Once this white python died, they would have no reason to oppose their teacher, and could then beg their teacherʼs forgiveness.

”To have our teacher protect your path, how fortunate you are.”

Flying above the white python, Wang Wei sighed and pointed his brush directly at the pythonʼs head.

At the same time, Xu Shangao soared in the air, and in his hand appeared the phantom of the Xuanyuan Great Bow.

The bow was drawn, mountain-river fortune condensed into a black arrow, aimed directly at the pythonʼs vital spot, where the snakeʼs gallbladder and heart were located.

”Twang!”

With the sound of the bowstring vibrating, the arrow transformed into a streak of light, shooting toward the white python.

At this moment of life and death, Xiao Mo broke free from Zhuge Qingʼs entanglement and blocked Wang Weiʼs path.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, touching the right side of Wang Weiʼs brush.

Wang Weiʼs spirit shook, his face turned pale, and he retreated dozens of meters. His official boots carved long water marks on the river surface, and his right hand holding the brush became so numb and sore that he could no longer lift it.

Then, Xiao Mo reached out and caught the arrow shooting toward Bai Ruxue with his bare hand.

”Boom!”

The Luo River around Xiao Mo erupted in waves dozens of meters high, overturning the willow trees on both banks.

When the great waves subsided, that arrow slowly dissipated in Xiao Moʼs hand. Only an old man stood calmly on the lake surface, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth down his chin, dripping into the Luo River and gradually dissolving.

”Cough, cough, cough.”

Xiao Mo coughed a few times, looking in Ruxueʼs direction. Fortunately, she had already entered the latter section of the Luo River and was about to enter the Yunya River.

”I canʼt let her see me like this.”

Xiao Mo wiped the blood from his mouth, then used mountain-river fortune to conceal his weakened life flame before flying toward the Yunya River.

”Arenʼt the three of you pursuing anymore?”

Meng Qianqian asked these three prefects.

”We have very little mountain-river fortune left. Pursuing further would be useless,” Zhuge Qing shook his head.

Wang Wei bowed to Meng Qianqian, ”We have done our utmost. We hope the Water God can bear witness.”

”You three may rest assured,” Meng Qianqian nodded. ”I will report to His Majesty and speak of your diligence.”