Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2014  Chapter 967: Vengeance Has a Source_3

”I donʼt know what youʼre talking about... What masterpiece of the Shen Family?” Shen Qingshengʼs face showed some discomfort.

”Your father just now, recounted everything in detail himself,” Mo Hua said.

Shen Qingsheng was taken aback, ”What did my father say?”

Mo Huaʼs eyes narrowed slightly, only then did he remember that when Shen Shouxing revealed the scandal of the Shen Family, Shen Qingsheng seemed to have been ”Planting Devil in Taoist Heart,” muddle-headed, hearing nothing.

It seemed he truly did not know what his father had done back then.

Mo Hua said nothing, continuing to walk forward.

Under the protection of the Divine Mist Formation, the two walked some more. The exit to the Taoist Field drew nearer, and the dragonʼs head gate of the Great Wilderness Divine Temple loomed faintly in the distance.

But the surrounding yin aura was becoming ever more dense.

It seemed because Shen Qingsheng was about to leave this Taoist Field unharmed, these vengeful souls sensed in the unseen world that their century-old grudges and deep-seated blood feuds could never be resolved, and thus they were furiously enraged, howling in hatred.

They recklessly broke free from the bindings of the bronze men, even as their thought forms were severed and their bodies were torn apart, they did not relent.

The entire Taoist Field began to tremble, the resentment of the vengeful souls surged like tides.

Finally, with a cracking sound.

A vengeful soul broke free of the bronze men, but its body was snapped in half, leaving only the upper part, yet it still charged towards Mo Hua with a hideous expression.

This was the first one, followed by the second, the third...

The breaking sounds of the bronze menʼs bindings rose one after another.

More and more vengeful souls broke free, gathering together with shrieks, like a tidal wave.

But covered by Mo Huaʼs Divine Mist Formation, they could not locate their ”enemy,” so they could only rage in furious frenzy.

Dark clouds gathered, covering the sky.

And drawn by karma, among the dark clouds, an even larger, fanged, and ferocious Third Grade Fierce Ghost slowly revealed itself.

The perception of the Third Grade Fierce Ghost was much stronger than that of ordinary vengeful souls, thus it could vaguely see the two figures hidden within the Divine Mist Formation.

The fear of life and death shrouded his heart, causing Shen Qingshengʼs heart to shake with horror.

”Run!”

Shen Qingsheng said in a trembling voice, then broke into a desperate run.

Mo Hua followed behind him.

The vengeful souls in the sky sensed a slight fluctuation in aura and began to slowly surge towards them.

But it was ultimately too late.

In less than thirty minutes, Shen Qingsheng had already run out of the Taoist Field, stepping onto the steps of the Divine Temple, leaving the grasp of the vengeful souls behind.

Shen Qingsheng let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Mo Hua. At this, his expression changed dramatically, exclaiming in terror:

”Mo Hua, behind you!”

Mo Hua was startled and turned to look, but before he could see anything, the tip of a sword protruded from his chest.

A longsword had pierced through the Divine Mist Formation Patterns on his body, also piercing his chest.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingshengʼs features were twisted with a ferocious grin, ”Die, you little beast!”

Mo Huaʼs expression was puzzled, ”Why...”

”Why?” Shen Qingsheng sneered, ”What why? Iʼve wanted to kill you for a long time, did you think I was just playing with you? Moreover, although I donʼt know exactly what my father told you, it seems youʼve already learned the Shen Familyʼs secrets, so you definitely canʼt be left alive...”

Mo Huaʼs pupils narrowed slightly, ”Did you know the Shen Familyʼs affairs from the start?”

”Isnʼt it obvious?” Shen Qingsheng snorted coldly, ”My father trying to hide it from me, thinking I wouldnʼt find out?”

”Itʼs just killing people, whatʼs the big deal?”

”Moreover, they were just those lowly Mining Cultivators, whatʼs the big deal?”

”Are the lives of servants lives?”

Mo Hua spoke calmly, ”Is this all taught by your father?”

Shen Qingsheng sneered, ”Does one need to be taught such things?”

”Who do you think I am? Iʼm a direct descendant of the Shen Family, born to be superior!”

”And being superior means having the consciousness of being superior.”

”Those lowly people, they deserve to bow and scrape to me, even if they are dogs of the Shen Family, they have to look at my face.”

”My father worked hard for me to live such a life, didnʼt he?”

”The funny thing is, my father, having killed so many people, with blood on his hands, made it to the position of a Powerful Elder.”

”Instead, he tells me every day to walk the Righteous Dao, cultivate diligently, treat others with kindness, and show sympathy to the weak.”

Shen Qingsheng suddenly sneered, ”I donʼt even know what heʼs trying to teach me. Arenʼt these hypocritical words laughable when he says them himself?”

”Those lowly Loose Cultivators, poor all their lives, what is there to pity?”

Mo Huaʼs expression remained indifferent, ”The prosperity of your Shen Family, your luxurious lifestyle, are built upon their poverty.”

Shen Qingsheng was stunned, then ridiculed:

”Then itʼs their own fault for being incompetent, whether poor or miserable, itʼs their fate, their deserved misfortune, what does it have to do with the Shen Family?”

As these words were spoken, the vengeful souls gathering in the Taoist Field began to scream and howl.

The massive Fierce Ghost also materialized.

Mo Huaʼs chest was pierced by the longsword.

Shen Qingsheng pushed Mo Hua forcefully into the Taoist Field, into the center where the vengeful ghosts rampaged and the yin aura was thick.

”Since you care about these impoverished ghosts who died in Solitary Mountain City, then let yourself feed them...”

Shen Qingsheng sneered.

Mo Huaʼs Divine Mist Formation shattered, his aura exposed, with the longsword pierced through his chest, unable to escape.

The small figure was surrounded and chased by thousands of fierce vengeful spirits, enclosing him bit by bit.

The gigantic and terrifying Fierce Ghost also drew near behind Mo Hua, opening its bloody maw.

The smile on Shen Qingshengʼs face grew more smug.

But in an instant, his smile slowly disappeared, replaced by disbelief and terror.

In his eyes, the countless menacing vengeful spirits swirled and howled around Mo Hua, like an overwhelming tsunami about to devour everything.

But not a single one dared truly approach Mo Hua.

Even the massive Fierce Ghost, after opening its bloody maw at Mo Hua, apparently sensed something; its ugly eyes showed fear, retreating bit by bit.

The ghosts frantically danced, covering the sky and earth.

Yet that small figure stood unmovable, impervious to the myriad ghosts.

As if he were a small Yama, suppressing the Netherworld.

A chilling sensation spread from Shen Qingshengʼs heart; his pupils slowly dilated as he struggled to turn and flee.

But a golden light flashed.

A golden sword broke through the air, piercing Shen Qingshengʼs thigh, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng struggled, the more he struggled, the more it hurt, hurriedly turned his head.

Mo Hua, with a calm expression, drew the longsword Shen Qingsheng had used to ambush him from his chest, pinching it lightly with his fingers, then turning it into powder.

”Your Taoist Heart is already rotten...”

Shen Qingshengʼs face was struck with terror.

Mo Hua extended his fair palm and grasped at the air.

A faint blue, blood-tinged aura of evil qi arose, forming a suffocating Water Prison Technique, binding Shen Qingsheng tightly, then dragging him bit by bit into the Taoist Field, into the ravenous maws of the thousands of vengeful souls.

”Settle your fatherʼs debts first...”

In Solitary Mountain City, the countless vengeful spirits who had died miserably held a breath, then shrieked and howled excitedly, the yin wind swirling in joy.