Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 278: Chapter 277 Young Master Kong_1

The Young Master of Kong Family, that Kong Sheng, he couldn’t still be alive, could he…

Mo Hua was somewhat curious and followed the fat cultivator out the door, tiptoeing behind him.

The fat cultivator was completely oblivious, carrying a food box, muttering to himself in a low voice all the way.

“I went through so much trouble to finally get into this Black Mountain Stronghold, not to deliver food for them.”

“They won’t let me learn Evil Skills, that’s fine, but they don’t let me do any real business either, just delivering food to these wastes every day.”

“Damn it, a bunch of ingrates…”

“Back outside, my name carried weight too…”

Mo Hua realized that this fat cultivator resented his “talents going unrecognized.”

He felt that Black Mountain Stronghold was blind to his abilities, refusing him the chance to practice Evil Skills or kill and plunder, only having him deliver food and run errands, so he was filled with discontent.

Mo Hua silently curled his lip.

Indeed, mud can’t be put on the wall, dogs can’t spit out ivory, and rotten wood can’t be carved.

He doesn’t do a single proper thing, only thinks of harming others.

The fat cultivator muttered to himself, walked down several roads, rounded a few corners, and arrived in front of a secluded house. He knocked on the iron door.

“Young Master Kong, time for food.”

The fat cultivator said, and then, like feeding pigs, he dumped the food into a large bowl in front of the door and passed the bowl through an opening at the bottom of the door.

The fat cultivator was about to leave after delivering the food.

But a sharp, young voice came from inside.

“Don’t go!”

The fat cultivator frowned, other Evil Cultivators ordering him about was one thing, but this Young Master Kong was just a piglet, and yet he dared to speak to him with this attitude?

The fat cultivator twitched the corner of his mouth, putting on patience, “Does Young Master Kong have something to say?”

Kong Sheng hurriedly said, “My father, has my father replied?”

“I wouldn’t know about that.”

“It’s been so long, he can’t possibly not ransom me.”

Through the iron door, Kong Sheng’s voice sounded muffled but somewhat anxious.

“You must think the Spirit Stones are not enough? I can add more, six thousand… no, eight thousand!”

“As long as you let me out, give me a way to live.”

“Any amount of Spirit Stones will do, my father will surely give them to you!”

The fat cultivator’s eyes lit up at the mention of Spirit Stones, “Is what Young Master Kong saying true?”

“True! Absolutely true!” Inside, Kong Sheng seemed to be nodding repeatedly, “Just let me out!”

Kong Sheng paused after speaking, as if he remembered something, and then asked, “Are you new here?”

This food-delivery cultivator’s voice sounded somewhat unfamiliar to him.

The fat cultivator’s gaze hardened slightly as he slowly said, “Yes.”

Kong Sheng felt like he understood something.

Since he was new and still delivering food, he must be of low status, just like the servants in his household.

Kong Sheng said, “If you secretly pass a message to my father, he will reward you handsomely.”

The word “reward” displeased the fat cultivator.

He preferred “robbing,” not being “rewarded” by others.

“Does the young master have proof?”

Kong Sheng slipped a Jade Pendant through the crack under the door, “This Jade Pendant was given by my father, it’s worth five hundred Spirit Stones, you take it to him and he’ll understand.”

The fat cultivator took the Jade Pendant, pleased with himself and then asked, “What message does the young master want me to deliver?”

Kong Sheng lowered his voice and said, “My father is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator! Tell my father to secretly bring people over, wipe out this stronghold, kill them all. After it is done, you can join the Kong Family, I’ll have my father grant you the Kong surname, you can be a steward, no, you can be an Elder!”

Not only Mo Hua, but even the fat cultivator was shocked.

Could there really be someone this foolish in the world?

What exactly did his father teach him?

Could it be that he truly believed his Kong Family was invincible and that he could always do whatever he wanted?

The fat cultivator pocketed the Jade Pendant and said obsequiously, “Rest assured, young master, I will definitely relay the message.”

“Good! Great!” Kong Sheng was overjoyed.

The fat cultivator’s face showed mockery, but with the iron door between them, Kong Sheng couldn’t see it at all.

“Young Master Kong, you just stay put here nicely, don’t even think of running before things are settled, otherwise the Evil Cultivators here will be furious and they will surely kill you.”

The fat cultivator feigned concern as he reminded him.

Kong Sheng said, “Don’t worry, I won’t run, you hurry and pass on the message.”

The fat cultivator sneered, turned, and walked away. Halfway through, he spat at the iron door and snorted, “What trash, stupid as hell!”

Seeing his reaction, Mo Hua knew that he would definitely pocket the Jade Pendant and do nothing, gaining five hundred Spirit Stones for nothing.

Mo Hua shook her head, quietly flipped over the wall, saw that nobody was around, and disabled the roof’s Formation. Removing a tile, she stealthily looked inside.

The room was simple and shabby.

By the door stood a young cultivator, dressed in luxurious, but now ragged clothing, seemingly having gone through many hardships.

It must be the legitimate Young Master of the Kong Family, Kong Sheng.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but mutter to herself:

“It’s true what they say, ‘the good die young, while evil lingers for a thousand years.’ This Kong Sheng is so lucky, so dumb, and yet he managed to survive in the hands of Evil Cultivators.”

She then sighed, wondering what the Kong Family had taught him that his head was filled with such nonsense.

To even think about rewarding Evil Cultivators with Spirit Stones to get them to do your bidding.

They’d be kind enough to give you a meal, sparing your life would already be generous.

As Mo Hua’s thoughts churned, she saw Kong Sheng suddenly lose his temper.

Kong Sheng picked up his bowl of rice, took a few bites, made a face as if to spit it out, then forced himself to swallow it down.

Anger and frustration surged within him.

He started throwing and smashing things around, flailing his fists and feet in fury, while cursing angrily:

“They should all die! They all fucking deserve to die!”

“What are they anyways, to ride over my head—I had to beg them to work for me, go to hell!”

He then seemed to remember all the humiliating, unbearable, and disgraceful incidents of the journey.

Remembering how he had to kneel before those Evil Cultivators, crying and claiming to be the Young Master of the Kong Family, begging for his life.

He thought of the mockery and laughter on the faces of the Evil Cultivators.

Kong Sheng’s eyes reddened with rage as he roared in a low voice:

“It’s all because of that damn Ji family father and son!”

“Had you not provoked me, I wouldn’t have thought about killing you. I wouldn’t have left the city, and I wouldn’t have ended up in this mess!”

“And that Fu Lan, nothing but a cheap woman! She’s just a little pretty and pretends to be so pure—refusing to submit to me!”

“Once I get my hands on you, I’ll make you wish you were dead!”

“And those Evil Cultivators too, for humiliating me like this, looking down on me, you all deserve to die!”

“You all deserve to die!”

…

Kong Sheng’s expression was hysterical.

Listening to him, Mo Hua gradually furrowed her brows.

It was his own wrongdoing, his own fault that led to this predicament, yet he always felt that others were to blame.

And with such a strong desire for vengeance, his nature was indeed malicious.

“It seems that before I leave, I need to find a way to make sure Kong Sheng stays in the Black Mountain Stronghold forever.”

Mo Hua silently contemplated.

Bad people should stay where bad people belong.

Kong Sheng and the Black Mountain Stronghold were quite a match.

But she had to wait until he finished drawing the Map.

Two days later, with the Map of the Black Mountain Stronghold seventy to eighty percent complete, Mo Hua was feeling hungry and was eating in the stronghold’s dining hall.

While she was eating, she heard the old man in charge of the dining hall cursing the fat Cultivator.

“The pastries prepared for the third Householder have been stolen… I asked you to watch them, and you couldn’t even do that properly. What use are you?”

Pastries for the third Householder?

Mo Hua paused, looking at the half-eaten pastry in her hand.

This was for the third Householder?

No wonder…

She thought the pastry wasn’t so bad, which was why she ate more of it.

Meanwhile, the old man in the dining hall kept cursing.

Due to his seniority, he was stubborn and harsh, his words were unsavory, and he berated the fat Cultivator until he was thoroughly humiliated.

The fat Cultivator didn’t dare to talk back.

After the old man finished scolding, he huffed and left.

The fat Cultivator stood still, his eyelids twitching with anger as he cursed:

“Whoever the bastard is stealing food, if I find out, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!”

Mo Hua, still nibbling on the pastry, froze upon hearing this, then slowly licked her lips as a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Bastard?

Die horribly?

“Not only does he curse at me, but he also wants me dead?”

Mo Hua watched the fat Cultivator silently, her thoughts racing as she considered whether she should get rid of this fatso first.