Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 142 - 127: Great Wall of China
Crisp birdsong drifted from the woods.
Bright sunlight slipped past the window’s edge and crept onto the bed, falling upon the woman’s long eyelashes and silvery-white hair.
She lay on the bed, sleeping soundly, as tranquil as a little girl.
Xiao Mo sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching the sleeping woman, gently holding her hand.
After some time, Xiao Mo carefully placed her small hand back under the covers. Once he had meticulously tucked her in, he stood up and slowly walked out of the room.
Outside the room, Duster and Li Sisi were waiting for him.
"I’ll be leaving Ruxue in your care from now on." Xiao Mo bowed solemnly.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Xiao." Duster nodded. "And not just Miss Ruxue. After a while, I will have Sisi bring Xiao Qing back as well."
Li Sisi took a step forward, a worried look on her face. "Brother Xiao, are you leaving for the Great Wall of China right now to join the Human-Demon War?"
"Yes." Xiao Mo looked back, his gaze once again falling on the sleeping woman inside. "The sooner I go, the better. Otherwise, I fear it will be too late."
Li Sisi seemed to want to say more. Her lips moved, but she ultimately kept them closed.
Xiao Mo took a step back. "I will take my leave now."
Duster nodded in response. "Take care, Mr. Xiao."
"I will do my best."
Xiao Mo revealed a faint smile, gave one last bow, then turned. His figure transformed into a streak of light and shot toward the Great Wall of China.
"Master, Mr. Xiao... will he really be able to accumulate enough Merit on this trip?" Li Sisi asked her master, her heart filled with unease.
Duster shook his head slightly. "Who knows."
Li Sisi lowered her head, her voice tinged with sadness. "Miss Bai and Brother Xiao... they’re so pitiful. They waited for each other for so long in their past life, and now in this life, they must continue to wait for one another."
"Indeed."
Duster raised his head, his gaze profound as he stared into the vast, empty sky.
’How much longer will the Celestial Dao make them wait...’
...
After a full two months of travel, Xiao Mo finally arrived at Demon Suppression City.
Demon Suppression City was a massive city built behind the Great Wall of China.
Though called a city, its actual scale was so vast that it was comparable to a medium-sized kingdom.
Xiao Mo looked up. He saw the majestic Great Wall, ten thousand feet high, winding like a colossal, prostrate dragon for tens of thousands of miles. It was as if a god had taken up a brush and drawn a massive dividing line between heaven and earth, forcefully separating the Demon Race’s World from the World of Ten Thousand Laws.
He stepped into Demon Suppression City.
At first glance, the city seemed no different from an ordinary town in the mortal world.
The streets were bustling with people. Vendors lined the roads, passionately crying out their wares, while waiters stood at the doors of inns and restaurants, shouting to draw in patrons.
There were even women from the brothels, dressed in sheer gauze that revealed much of their fair skin, who stood on balconies waving scented handkerchiefs to entice passersby.
However, the most fundamental difference from a mortal town was that nearly everyone walking the streets of Demon Suppression City was a Cultivator; ordinary people were a rare sight.
Even the women in the Cuihua Building were all Female Cultivators from the Hehuan Sect.
Some Cultivators, feeling their lifespan nearing its end and with no hope of a breakthrough in seclusion, would choose to come to Demon Suppression City. They would descend from the Great Wall of China and venture deep into the Demon Race’s World to fight to the death, hoping to find an opportunity for a breakthrough on the brink of life and death.
Even if they failed to break through, dying on the battlefield was, for them, a fitting end.
In addition, many Cultivators from the World of Ten Thousand Laws were exiled here for committing grave mistakes.
They could never leave this place, forced to guard the border for the rest of their lives to atone for their sins.
Others came to Demon Suppression City in search of fortuitous encounters.
Any Cultivator who dared to descend from the Great Wall of China and slay members of the Demon Race could earn corresponding battle merits.
With enough accumulated battle merits, they could exchange them for almost anything they desired, including the legendary Immortal Soldiers.
Not to mention, by personally slaying members of the Demon Race, they could directly plunder the various treasures their enemies carried.
Thus, over time, a ceaseless stream of Cultivators came to Demon Suppression City.
And now, with a full-scale war about to erupt, the Demon Race’s World had already amassed a massive army at the foot of the Great Wall of China. More and more Cultivators, whether willingly or not, were being conscripted or coming voluntarily to defend this place.
Besides the Great Wall of China, there were two other strategic strongholds of similar importance in the World of Ten Thousand Laws.
One was the Sword Pavilion,
and the other was Longhuang Island in the North Sea.
If any of these three locations were to fall, the World of Ten Thousand Laws would be plunged into catastrophe, its people slaughtered.
Xiao Mo found a brokerage and said he wanted to rent a courtyard house.
In the end, a clerk from the brokerage led Xiao Mo to a relatively quiet courtyard in the northern part of the city.
The courtyard was in a secluded location, far from the bustling city center, which was exactly to Xiao Mo’s liking.
However, when Xiao Mo was about to pay, the brokerage clerk held up a hand, refusing the money.
"Sir, there’s no need to pay the rent," the brokerage clerk explained with a wide smile.
"Why is that?" Xiao Mo asked, puzzled.
"Because the rent for this courtyard has already been paid by the Lord City Lord," the brokerage clerk answered respectfully.
"With the great war imminent, the Lord City Lord has given special orders. As long as one is only renting, not purchasing property, all fees will be covered by the Demon Suppression City’s City Lord’s Mansion."
"I see." Xiao Mo nodded. "It seems I’ve taken advantage of his generosity."
The brokerage clerk smiled. "You’re too kind, sir. For you to personally come to the front lines to defend the Human Race against the Demon Race, it is the entire Human Race that should be thanking you.
If the Great Wall of China were to be breached one day, Demon Suppression City to fall, and the World of Ten Thousand Laws turned to scorched earth, then no amount of property or real estate would exist anyway."
"Oh, right, there’s one more thing."
The brokerage clerk’s expression turned serious as he gave a careful warning.
"Sir, you must pay attention to the bell tolls within Demon Suppression City.
The great bell in the city is a special Magical Artifact. Once it rings, its sound instantly spreads throughout all of Demon Suppression City.
If the bell rings just once, it means a small group of the Demon Race is here to cause trouble.
If it rings twice, it means the Demon Race has assembled an army of a hundred thousand and is bearing down on us.
If it..."
DONG!
Before the brokerage clerk could finish his sentence, a loud, deep toll of a bell suddenly echoed, instantly spreading throughout Demon Suppression City.
DONG!
DONG!
Within the span of three breaths, the bell had rung three times.
"What do three tolls mean?" Xiao Mo asked, pulling his gaze from the direction of the bell tower to look at the brokerage clerk.
The clerk’s face had instantly turned deathly pale.
"Sir..."
Cold sweat instantly beaded on the brokerage clerk’s forehead.
"Three tolls... it means...
The Human-Demon War... has truly begun today."
