"But Fifth Brother, I have no choice!"

Qian Zhenhao suddenly raised his head.

"The Peak Master of Hundred Ghosts Peak said my talent is quite good, and my temperament is excellent. As long as I'm willing to kill my closest person and offer their blood as a sacrifice, I'll be able to cultivate the Hundred Ghosts Formula, and I'll be able to become his disciple!

I don't want to be just an outer sect disciple my whole life! I want to prove that I'm not inferior to anyone! I want to earn all kinds of heavenly treasures and rare materials! I don't want to live that impoverished life anymore!

I want everyone to bow down at my feet, I want to climb to the very top step by step!"

The more he spoke, the louder Qian Zhenhao's voice became, his breathing growing heavier, as if his entire being had entered a kind of frenzied state.

"Fifth Brother, I know you have a kind heart. Ever since we were young, you've been kinder than any of us five brothers. But Fifth Brother! What use is kindness in the Western Region? Kind people will only be devoured by the wicked!"

"Fourth Brother, I don't think I'm particularly kind. I'm also a selfish person. I only care about the things I value," Xiao Mo said, shaking his head as he drew the long blade in his hand and walked step by step toward Qian Zhenhao.

"But Fourth Brother, if a person has no bottom line for the sake of cultivation, how are they different from a demon beast? If a person can abandon everything for the sake of cultivation, what's the point of this path to immortality?"

Seeing the blade in Xiao Mo's hand, Qian Zhenhao furrowed his brow. "Fifth Brother, you want to fight me? Do you think you can defeat me? You're only a Foundation Building realm cultivator, aren't you?"

Xiao Mo's long blade reflected the faint moonlight. "Let's try."

"Fine!"

With a single thought from Qian Zhenhao, a Hundred Ghosts Banner appeared in his hand.

"Fifth Brother, rest assured. Once you enter my Hundred Ghosts Banner, you'll be reunited with Third Brother."

Qian Zhenhao fiercely waved the Hundred Ghosts Banner in his hand.

In an instant, countless refined malevolent ghosts and vengeful souls shrieked as they rushed toward Xiao Mo.

Almost simultaneously, a churning blood pool suddenly materialized beneath Xiao Mo's feet. One after another, blood-red ghostly hands shot out from it, tightly gripping his ankles and exerting force to drag him into that abyss.

But there wasn't the slightest trace of panic in Xiao Mo's eyes.

He raised his head and looked toward the surging tide of a hundred ghosts. Among the layers of ghostly shadows, he caught sight of one remnant soul streaming with blood tears, it was Third Brother's lingering soul that had yet to disperse.

"Third Brother, it's alright. Fifth Brother will send you on your way now."

Just when Qian Zhenhao thought he could effortlessly eliminate Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo simply took one step forward.

In that instant, violent blood qi scattered from around Xiao Mo's body. The blood pool beneath his feet was shattered by Xiao Mo's blood qi.

Immediately after, the blade qi and blood qi emanating from Xiao Mo's body intertwined with each other, ultimately forming chains that bound all the malevolent ghosts in the Hundred Ghosts Banner without exception. They wailed incessantly but couldn't move in the slightest.

Xiao Mo took another step forward, and under the violent blood qi, it scattered beneath his feet, sending Qian Zhenhao flying backward.

"How is this possible?"

The fallen Qian Zhenhao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He never imagined that Xiao Mo could so easily neutralize the Hundred Ghosts Banner. Wasn't he in the Foundation Building realm? How could his realm quality be so high?

"Xiao Mo!"

Just then, a resentful voice came from the air.

When Xiao Mo looked up, a pill furnace came smashing down toward him.

Liu Yueya was incomparably furious.

She had originally planned to play with Xiao Mo for a few more days, and once she had had enough fun, she would completely drain him dry. But now, she only wanted to completely refine Xiao Mo!

However, Xiao Mo didn't take her seriously at all.

He no longer suppressed his realm.

After Xiao Mo released his realm restraints, the spiritual pressure of the perfected Nascent Soul realm pressed down on the entire courtyard like a mountain.

With a single slash, blood-red blade qi cut through Liu Yueya's body, penetrated the thick blood mist in the city, as if it wanted to split the heavens themselves.

Liu Yueya's eyes froze slightly. Her pupils gradually dilated. She didn't even know what had happened.

"Bang!" Liu Yueya transformed into a cloud of blood mist and scattered from the air.

"Nascent Soul... Nascent Soul realm..."

Qian Zhenhao stared blankly at his Fifth Brother, his mind completely blank.

Wasn't Fifth Brother a Foundation Building realm cultivator? Why was he in the Nascent Soul realm? How could he possibly be a Nascent Soul realm cultivator!

He himself had blood-sacrificed so many people, struggled and fought for so many years, and had barely managed to crawl to the Cave Mansion realm. Although he used demonic sect evil arts, within the Forgetting River Sect, this was actually quite good!

But how did Fifth Brother manage to reach the Nascent Soul realm in just eight years!

"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo..."

Suddenly, something occurred to Qian Zhenhao.

Not long ago, there had been rumors that a Holy Son candidate from Ten Thousand Dao Sect had descended from the mountain. His name was Xiao Mo, he committed all kinds of evil, killed anyone, and was being hunted by both the righteous and demonic sides.

Although Qian Zhenhao also knew that it was basically the other Holy Son candidates of Ten Thousand Dao Sect framing Xiao Mo, wanting to use borrowed knives to kill him, the fact that the Ten Thousand Dao Sect's Xiao Mo was in the Nascent Soul realm was not false!

At first, Qian Zhenhao had wondered why this Ten Thousand Dao Sect Holy Son candidate happened to share the same name as Fifth Brother. He never expected it would actually be Fifth Brother!

And it was while Qian Zhenhao's thoughts were racing that Xiao Mo continued walking toward him.

Seeing the long blade in Xiao Mo's hand, Qian Zhenhao knew he had no chance of victory and suddenly knelt on the ground. "Fifth Brother! Don't kill me! I know I was wrong, Fifth Brother! I'll definitely reform completely from now on. I shouldn't have harmed Third Brother! I'm not human! I'm not human!"

As Qian Zhenhao spoke, he kowtowed, his fresh blood staining the floor.

"Fourth Brother... have you heard this saying?" Xiao Mo looked at him calmly.

"When a person begs for mercy, it's not because they know they were wrong, but because they know they're about to die..."

As his words fell, Xiao Mo raised the long blade in his hand.

Qian Zhenhao hurriedly retreated. "No! Fifth Brother, you can't kill me! You've already killed Senior Sister, you'll definitely be hunted by the Forgetting River Sect. If you spare me, I can be your informant within the Forgetting River Sect!"

"That's not necessary," Xiao Mo shook his head. "Tomorrow, I'll make a trip to the Forgetting River Sect myself."

"Go to the Forgetting River Sect?" Qian Zhenhao suspected he had heard wrong.

He wasn't going to flee or hide his tracks, but instead actively go to the Forgetting River Sect?

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked at the starry sky. "I want to teach the Western Region about rules, and I'll start with the Forgetting River Sect."

"Fifth Brother, have you gone mad... you..."

Before Qian Zhenhao could finish speaking, Xiao Mo's long blade swept across, and Qian Zhenhao exploded and scattered into a cloud of blood mist.

The Hundred Ghosts Banner fell to the ground, and Xiao Mo severed it with a single slash.

Having lost the restraints of the Hundred Ghosts Banner, those vengeful souls and malevolent ghosts transformed into numerous points of light, returning to the great Dao and entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Xiao Mo removed the gourd from his waist. The tea inside had long been replaced with wine.

Looking at that gradually dispersing familiar figure, he tilted the gourd, pouring the wine onto the ground.

"Third Brother, take care."