Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 148 - 133: Kill for Me! Leave None Alive

While Xiao Mo was in seclusion, He Yeye had specially set up an Array around his courtyard, blocking all sound and probing from outside Divine Senses.

No one could enter and disturb Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo, for his part, was completely immersed in a transcendent state of focus.

He wasn’t merely writing a book; he was consolidating and affirming the Great Dao he pursued.

If he succeeded in this one effort, he would be able to truly forge a path of the Confucian Dao that was his own.

But if he failed, the road ahead would be fraught with hardship.

What Xiao Mo didn’t know was that Demon Suppression City was quietly evacuating its children and ordinary people.

These children and ordinary people were to be settled by the Confucian Academy in the rear, far from the battlefield.

As for the other Cultivators, not a single one was permitted to leave.

They had only two choices.

Either die fighting in Demon Suppression City.

Or die in sacrifice at the foot of the Great Wall of China.

An atmosphere of intense tension enveloped the entire Demon Suppression City.

Though everyone was laughing and joking on the surface, deep down, they all wondered if they would make it back to the World of Ten Thousand Laws alive.

Some, with no ties to hold them back, simply spent their nights drunk in the brothels.

Others picked up their brushes to write letters home, leaving behind their final words.

No one could be certain they would live to see the next day.

「Four months slipped by.」

One morning, the long, heavy toll of a bell, ringing three times, once again echoed throughout Demon Suppression City.

...

「In a courtyard on Qingfeng Street.」

A Sword Cultivator named Qu Xuan slowly opened his eyes.

Qu Xuan hailed from the Liuye Sword Sect in the World of Ten Thousand Laws. Years ago, his dao companion had an affair with one of his martial brothers. In a fit of rage, he had cut them both down with his sword. As punishment, his Sect had sentenced him to guard the Great Wall of China for life, never to return.

He let out a long, heavy breath, reached for the longsword hanging on the wall, and strode out of his courtyard, heading for the Great Wall of China.

...

"Ah, be careful out there, honored guests!"

"Don’t worry, your rooms will be waiting for you!"

"If you make it back alive, your stay is on the house for a year!"

Inside Liuyun Restaurant, Cultivators filed out one by one, their figures streaking toward the Great Wall of China.

After Shopkeeper Pang saw off the last group of guests, he turned, his portly belly jutting out, and firmly shut the restaurant’s main doors.

He went to the back courtyard, silently lit three sticks of incense, and solemnly placed them in the incense burner before his wife’s memorial tablet on the altar.

"Mother of my child... I’m... I’m heading out now. Maybe I’ll get to see you today."

Shopkeeper Pang gazed deeply at his wife’s memorial tablet a final time, then took out his own pre-prepared tablet and carefully placed it beside his wife’s.

He opened a drawer, took out a pair of gleaming, thick-spined dual blades, drew a deep breath, and also strode toward the Great Wall of China.

...

"Boss Lady, I’m off!"

The teahouse waiter had just opened the doors and hadn’t yet served a single customer when he heard the three tolls of the bell echoing through the city.

"Go on, then. Any last words you need me to pass on?" the still-charming boss lady asked casually, her head bowed over her abacus.

"Hehehe..." The waiter rubbed his nose sheepishly, a cheeky grin on his face. "Boss Lady, seriously, that ass of yours... it’s really something! When I get back alive, can I give it a smack?"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Hearing this, the boss lady snatched up her abacus and hurled it violently at the waiter.

The waiter hastily threw the rag from his shoulder, deftly drew the Soft Sword hidden at his waist, and vanished in a flash, speeding toward the Great Wall of China.

’Is it really that great?’ The boss lady subconsciously turned her head, twisting at the waist to glance behind her. To her own surprise, she nodded and muttered to herself, "Hmm, it really is quite perky."

As she spoke, she even reached out and gave her own bottom a light pat, the full curve indeed rippling with an alluring arc.

Finally, the boss lady put away her abacus. Faint Sword Qi materialized around her as she rose into the air and flew toward the sky. "Hey, you little brat, wait for me!"

...

「Cuihua Building.」

Upon hearing the bell, the women of the Hehuan Sect began shaking awake the men sleeping on top of them.

The women quickly dressed, then unceremoniously kicked the still-drowsy men. "Hey, you devil, wake up! Time to get up, you devil..."

The man groggily opened his eyes. When the echoing toll of the bell registered, he became wide awake in an instant. "Damn it, the bell... how many times did it ring?"

"Three times," the women answered, their voices calm.

"Three times?" The man couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. "It’s happening so soon..."

"Not as fast as you were last night," the woman said, leaning over to pull her shortsword from under the bed. "I’ll be taking my leave first."

"Wait, I’ll go with you!" The man hastily pulled on his pants. "If I have to die, dying by your side would make this life worth living."

"Oh, you devil~"

The Hehuan Sect woman said flirtatiously, extending a slender finger to gently tap the man between his brows.

"If we really make it back alive, this lady will give you a good time, free of charge. I won’t take a single coin."

...

「West Demon Suppression City.」

In a dilapidated courtyard home.

Ding Chen slowly put down his book, changed into a green scholar’s robe he hadn’t worn in a long time, meticulously adjusted his clothes and cap, and then walked out of the courtyard with a steady gait.

"Well now, Mr. Ding, are you... heading to the Great Wall of China?" Just then, his next-door neighbor, Widow Qian, was heading out with a wooden bucket to fetch water.

Widow Qian was just an ordinary mortal, not a Cultivator.

Her husband had been a Cultivator, but he had fallen in battle at the Great Wall of China long ago.

She’d had the chance to leave this perilous city, but she refused, insisting on staying.

"Indeed." Ding Chen gave a slight nod.

"Dressed like that, Mr. Ding, you still look quite the Confucian Scholar, don’t you?" Widow Qian asked with a smile, sizing him up.

"I was, once. Now... I can’t really say that I am." Ding Chen shook his head gently. "I just wanted to look a little more presentable on my way out today."

...

In the south of Demon Suppression City, Butcher Wang had polished his Pig Slaying Blade, which usually hung at his waist, until it gleamed. He wouldn’t be cutting pork today; he was going to slaughter Demons.

Shopkeeper Zhao, the beef noodle vendor, had uncharacteristically not set up his stall today. Instead, he shouldered his heavy Giant Sword and walked with resolute steps toward the Great Wall of China.

The old beggar on the street corner, with a CRACK, smashed his own chipped bowl. He tightly gripped his glossy Dog-Beating Stick as his figure suddenly shot up into the air, flying toward the top of the city wall.

In the military barracks of Demon Suppression City, all the soldiers had already donned their jet-black Heavy Armor, a burning, death-defying resolve in every eye.

An hour later, the majestic parapets of the Great Wall of China were already packed with a dense crowd of people.

They were laughing and joking, teasing one another with lines like, "When you die, stay away from me. Don’t get blood on my clothes," "Big Brother, if you die, I’ll take good care of sister-in-law, don’t you worry," and "Father-in-law! If I make it back alive this time, I’ll definitely have earned enough military merits to marry Qianqian!"

And on the most central section of the Great Wall, the young woman in the short skirt was still nonchalantly eating a candied hawthorn stick.

Gazing at the army of tens of millions of Demon Beasts and Demon Cultivators surging toward them like a black tide, the young woman’s expression remained utterly placid.

"Now *this* is what a final battle should look like,"

He Yeye grinned, revealing a smile that was both radiant and filled with endless, sharp intent.

She slowly raised her arm, extended a slender finger, and pointed far into the distance at the boundless, terrifying tide of beasts.

Her voice was not particularly loud, yet it spread with absolute clarity between heaven and earth:

"Slaughter them for me! Leave none alive!"