RAAS Chapter 86: The World of Qin Mo (Part 5)

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The gray mirror surface suddenly lit up, and Mo Yan's eyes also shone brightly. He did it! He succeeded!

He had successfully locked onto that man!

After thousands of years, he had never felt this excited before. It was truly exhilarating.

He was about to obtain a supreme power that transcended the world!

But in the next moment, he saw the appearance of the person in the mirror.

The mirror surface rippled like a lake at first, shimmering with light, then gradually calmed down, revealing a beautiful young boy.

The boy was tall yet slender, with fair skin and a pair of round, bright black eyes. His small nose and rosy lips made him look exquisite. But the most eye-catching feature was the pair of soft, furry, half-round black ears peeking out from his short black hair. They twitched slightly, making anyone who saw them feel an irresistible fondness.

However, at this moment, Mo Yan’s heart sank to the bottom, plunging into an icy abyss.

No… this wasn’t Qin Mo!

Who… who was this?

Why did it go wrong? That was impossible! He had locked onto Qin Mo with absolute precision—how could he have targeted someone else instead?

Judging by his appearance, this was clearly a young demon cultivator. But there was no one else in that place!

In the next second, Mo Yan's pupils shrank sharply. He saw the person leaning against Qin Mo’s embrace—it was none other than the young demon he had locked onto!

He had truly failed. Disappointment surged within Mo Yan, but he quickly calmed himself. He had already missed the best opportunity, and he was not the type to misjudge a situation. Right now, he needed to retreat immediately; otherwise, once Qin Mo noticed him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Mo Yan didn’t hesitate for even a second, immediately casting a spell. But at that very instant, a sharp black blade shot toward him like lightning.

Mo Yan's expression changed drastically—he had been discovered!

However, as a powerful figure in his own right, he quickly reacted and managed to deflect the attack. But he didn’t dare to engage in battle; all he wanted was to escape.

Yet, it was clear that his opponent had no intention of letting him leave.

The enormous difference in strength made Mo Yan instantly fall into a miserable state. He now truly understood the immense pressure that Lu Jiuyuan had faced earlier. The sheer disparity was enough to make one feel utterly hopeless.

Even though he had no desire to fight, he found himself unable to break free and flee.

And Qin Mo had no patience to prolong this fight.

After a few effortless exchanges, Qin Mo's power suddenly surged. A massive sword formed from an overwhelming spiritual force hurtled toward Mo Yan with an unstoppable momentum.

Cold sweat poured from Mo Yan's forehead like beads, and he could feel death closing in on him.

He was going to die—just like Lu Jiuyuan.

Dying without understanding why, and in an utterly ridiculous way!

…Unacceptable! He refused to accept this!

He couldn't die! How could he possibly die?!

Wait—he still had one last chance! He could still make a desperate gamble!

Mo Yan suddenly raised the Soul-Locking Mirror and commanded the boy reflected in it: Protect me!

Lock his soul, make him my servant.

He didn’t know who this boy was, but from now on, he belonged to him!

Mo Yan had little hope for a mere demon cultivator who depended on Qin Mo. But in the next moment, what he witnessed made him realize—he had won his gamble!

This seemingly insignificant young demon moved faster than Qin Mo’s attack, blocking the lethal strike in the blink of an eye.

Risking his life to protect Mo Yan—because he had received an order from the depths of his soul: Protect him, no matter what.

Mo Yan didn’t expect the boy to withstand the blow; he only hoped that sacrificing one life would buy him even a moment to escape.

But what happened next completely overturned his expectations.

Just before the devastating strike could reach the boy, it abruptly stopped. The overwhelming force, as powerful as the descent of the heavens, vanished into thin air in an instant.

The terrifying death he had just faced felt as if it had been nothing more than an illusion.

Mo Yan was stunned. Then, in the next instant, euphoria surged within him.

He had thought he was doomed—but against all odds, he had survived!

Yet before he could fully relish his joy, an immense pressure reappeared. It bore down on him so forcefully that his face turned pale. But he forced himself to lift his head—only to meet the gaze of the man who finally deigned to look at him.

Those dark eyes burned with a raging fire. Thin lips parted, and a deep, low voice, brimming with fury, asked:

“What did you do?”

Mo Yan trembled slightly—but he was no longer afraid.

He had found Qin Mo’s weakness. He had seized his heart.

Mo Yan grabbed the young demon and grinned. “So that’s how it is.”

He stroked the boy’s fair cheek and saw the ink-like darkness in Qin Mo’s eyes deepen. Excitement and tension mingled in his heart as he gave a cruel command:

“Kill him. Kill Qin Mo.”

Upon receiving the order, the boy launched himself toward Qin Mo like a bolt of lightning—without hesitation, without pause.

His sacred sword was unsheathed, and an immense spiritual force surged forth, tracing an arc of emerald green light as it pierced straight toward the man in front of him.

Using the techniques Qin Mo had taught him, wielding the weapon Qin Mo had gifted him, and with the very hands Qin Mo cherished—he now directed an ice-cold, merciless killing intent toward his mentor’s heart.

Mo Yan watched from the side, the smile on his lips growing deeper. He didn't believe that this little demon could kill Qin Mo. The reason he gave such an order was simply to see how important this little demon was to Qin Mo.

He just wanted to know how many cards he had up his sleeve.

The result was incredibly satisfying.

The young man's moves, though fierce, were inexperienced. His weapon was exquisite, yet lacked coordination with its wielder. He was someone with immense cultivation but almost no real combat experience—a complete novice.

Even someone like Mo Yan could have easily wiped him out. Yet, that powerful and terrifying man could only dodge.

This ruthless, arrogant man, who feared nothing—not even the destruction of the heavens and earth—was unwilling to harm the young man in the slightest.

Mo Yan was extremely surprised and, at the same time, immensely pleased.

"Stop!"

The young man obediently halted.

"Come back!"

The young man swiftly returned to Mo Yan's side.

Qin Mo coldly watched, his fingernails digging into his palm, the rich scent of blood permeating the air.

So it was the Soul-Locking Mirror.

A mirror that imprisoned souls, rendering them the slaves of their master. No matter who you were, in this moment, you belonged to me.

His Shi Qing, his Shi Qing alone, had been taken from him—snatched away from his embrace, his side, and his grasp, right in front of his eyes.

The emptiness spreading from his palm swiftly consumed his entire heart. A boundless void, an abyss of darkness, now surged with a fire so intense it could incinerate everything.

Unforgivable. Unpardonable!

Lifting his head slightly, Qin Mo’s dark eyes were as still as a pool of dead water. He stared at Mo Yan, his voice teetering on the edge of reason and madness. "What do you want?"

Mo Yan raised his chin. "You. I want you. I want all of your cultivation."

"Alright." Qin Mo agreed without hesitation. "It’s yours."

Mo Yan's eyes lit up instantly, but in the next moment, his pupils dilated in shock.

Qin Mo launched forward at an astonishing speed, like an unsheathed blade!

Mo Yan barely had time to issue a quick order: "Protect me!"

The young man immediately stepped in front of him, facing Qin Mo head-on!

The long sword in the young man's hand carried a chilling killing intent, precisely striking at the rapidly approaching man.

Mo Yan was just about to feel triumphant when he saw that Qin Mo did not stop at all!

The sword pierced straight through Qin Mo’s shoulder, blood gushing out, yet his momentum did not falter in the slightest!

His black eyes locked onto his prey—determined, relentless, a fight to the death!

Mo Yan was once again overwhelmed by the oppressive force, unable to move. He could only watch as the blood-drenched man closed in, gripping his throat in an iron vice.

With a fierce squeeze, Mo Yan’s face instantly turned red, but he refused to give in. He didn’t want to die. He rasped out an order, his voice hoarse: "Kill... him... kill... him..."

The expressionless young man immediately launched another deadly assault, each strike aimed at Qin Mo’s heart.

Qin Mo did not dodge.

His back was torn open, the excruciating pain mingling with the scent of blood, further fueling his madness. His pupils burned with a fiery rage as his palm clenched tighter, his sharp claws digging into Mo Yan’s throat.

Blood spurted out.

Mo Yan's windpipe shattered, his eyes widening in agony, his expression twisted with horror.

Now, he could no longer speak, no longer give orders. He could no longer control the young man—but the young man also could not stop.

If Mo Yan died, the Soul-Locking Mirror's effect would vanish.

Yet Qin Mo smiled eerily. "He won’t kill me, and I won’t let you die so quickly."

At this moment, Mo Yan finally realized he had provoked a truly terrifying demon.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t negotiate. He couldn’t even lift the curse placed on the young man.

Qin Mo continued to endure the attacks, all while inflicting a hundredfold agony upon Mo Yan.

Endless torture.

A despairing, inescapable torment.

Mo Yan finally broke.

His mind completely collapsed, yet the slaughter continued.

Until… the young demon’s breathing grew erratic, and his movements became sluggish.

Qin Mo finally frowned slightly.

The Soul-Locking Mirror bound the soul, caring nothing for the limits of the body. Even if exhausted, even if injured, even if unconscious, even if completely immobilized—so long as an order was issued, he would carry it out.

Even as a walking corpse, the command could not be broken.

Shi Qing would fight until his body gave out, until he perished from exhaustion.

The thought struck Qin Mo, and a sliver of reason finally returned to him.

His gaze fell on Mo Yan, who was now completely lifeless. Without hesitation, he obliterated him.

The torment ended, and with it, the curse was lifted.

The next second, Shi Qing collapsed into unconsciousness.

Qin Mo caught him.

His dark robes were soaked through with blood, his face ghostly pale from excessive blood loss. Yet his black eyes gleamed with an eerie brightness.

Lowering his head slightly, he gently kissed the young man’s neck, his hoarse voice laced with a sickly obsession:

"Qing Qing, my Qing Qing, you are mine."

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