Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2507: Chapter 22: Breaking the Eating Prohibition (Part 3)

”But you...”

He looked at Mo Hua, a greedy-wolf kind of sinister light flashing in his eyes, even drooling blood-like saliva from the corner of his mouth.

”Do you know what this place is? And you still dare break in?”

While Mo Hua was sizing them up, they were also scrutinizing Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s Divine Thought form was originally that of a little brat; now that he had reined in his aura and kept his Divine Marrow hidden, he just looked like a ”little lamb” whose Divine Thought was abundant, clear, and tasty.

And now this plump ”little lamb” had walked right into the wolf pack on its own.

Quite a few of the Canglang Sect’s Old Ancestors were drooling over him in their hearts.

”I don’t care what this place is...” Mo Hua’s expression was calm as he continued asking them, ”Why won’t you let Elder Zhao be Sect Leader?”

A skinny Canglang Sect Old Ancestor gave a gloomy chuckle and said:

”A wolf’s nature is to run a thousand miles to eat meat. Since we’re the Canglang Sect, naturally we must act like wolves—fight, kill, and rob.”

”That brat surnamed Zhao, his cultivation is alright, but his temperament is too weak, no viciousness at all, nothing like a Canglang Sect Sect Leader.”

Mo Hua asked, ”Can’t you talk it out? I think he’s not bad.”

His words once again provoked a round of mocking laughter.

Clearly no one paid any mind to his ”childish” remarks.

Mo Hua sighed.

”So there’s nothing to talk about then...”

Nothing to talk about... which was just perfect...

A faint smile hooked the corner of Mo Hua’s lips. Then he sized them up and said solemnly, ”Then let me ask you another question...”

”Before this, you shouldn’t have been in these half-human, half-wolf forms, right?”

As soon as he said this, all the Canglang Sect’s ancestors present had a change of expression.

Mo Hua watched their faces, nodded slightly, then continued:

”You turned into wolves because of that altar in the mausoleum, didn’t you?”

”Who told you to build that altar? And who told you about the rituals for the sacrifice?”

”What exactly is this ’Dao’ you wanted to cultivate?”

As his words fell, among the ”wolves” the Canglang Sect Old Ancestor whose Divine Thought was the deepest and killing intent the heaviest immediately stretched out a wolf claw, pointed at Mo Hua, and said coldly:

”Kill him!”

”Bite his Divine Soul to pieces, chew it to pulp, gnaw him till not even a sliver of bone is left.”

Before the words finished, a Canglang Old Ancestor charged down from the main hall. He started in a half-human, half-wolf form, running on all fours; after just a few steps he turned into a pure Wolf Demon, baring sharp fangs to bite at Mo Hua’s head.

It seemed he wanted to swallow Mo Hua’s entire head in one gulp.

But before it could get close to Mo Hua, a streak of golden light flashed, and this Canglang Demon Wraith was directly dismembered, its limbs torn to pieces and crashing to the ground.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.

Most of the Canglang Sect Old Ancestors in Demon Wraith form stared in shock; they had no idea what Mo Hua had just done.

Why had a Demon Wraith at Old Ancestor Level in the Golden Core realm been chopped up and killed in the blink of an eye?

A strong sense of unease shrouded their hearts.

Hadn’t they already followed the inherited Secret Technique and turned into powerful ”Demon Wraiths,” undying and immortal?

In this Canglang State boundary, in this Third Grade Canglang City.

Demon Wraiths, and Third Grade at that, gathered together—basically equivalent to an ”above the law” existence.

Weren’t they supposed to be the strongest?

Then why, why could they still be killed?

And what’s more, killed by a tender little brat like slaughtering a dog, cut down without even knowing how they died.

What on earth was going on?

What exactly was this brat?

The Canglang Sect ancestors were all stunned on the spot.

Mo Hua, meanwhile, looked thoughtful.

When a man kills a man, Evil Qi is born.

But killing Evil Spirits, on the contrary, doesn’t.

After all, Evil Spirits aren’t people.

Mo Hua had just tested this with that ”face-jumping” wolf wraith.

After killing that wolf wraith, no Evil Qi had indeed arisen.

He had also, after a long time, slightly used Divine Thought into sword just now.

His Divine Sense did sting somewhat, and there was backlash, but it wasn’t that severe.

This meant that within the Sea of Consciousness, Divine Thought into sword was still usable.

It’s just that for now he couldn’t perform Divine Thought Out of the Body and use the Godslaying Sword in the real world.

Because the Sea of Consciousness and the real world are two different concepts; for the Godslaying Sword to exit between the brows, shatter the wall between reality and illusion, and expose the Divine Soul in the real world, not only would his Divine Sense be heavily overdrawn, the risk would also be much higher, and the backlash of Evil Qi would be much fiercer.

Of course, none of that mattered right now.

Even things like the altar and the secret behind it could be slowly investigated later.

The immediate priority was to have a good ”full meal” first.

Mo Hua had been hungry for a long time, and he had no intention of holding back any longer.

Time to eat!

A fiery red Formation began to spread through the Wolf Hall.

Golden sword-light wove together in midair.

The Five Elements Spells flowed ceaselessly.

The Canglang Sect ”ancestors” all showed terror on their faces.

As Demon Wraiths, they only knew one or two tricks of ”transforming forms,” only knew how to use Divine Thought in close-quarters brawls; when had they ever seen so many high-level, powerful Divine Thought Skills where Formation, Swordsmanship, and Spells were all interwoven?

They simply couldn’t understand.

With Divine Thought also at the ”Golden Core” realm, why were they like rotten wood before Mo Hua, being slaughtered in a sweeping storm of destruction?

No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t muster even a trace of resistance, only a cold, despairing hopelessness.

They couldn’t comprehend just what kind of existence in this world could possess such overwhelming, unsolvable Divine Thought.

But no one told them.

Mo Hua didn’t waste a single word; with Thunder methods, he directly delivered a ”catastrophe from above.”

He slaughtered all these Canglang Sect ancestors who had turned into ”Demon Wraiths” completely clean.

After he was done, Mo Hua used the Earth Fire Formation to burn these ”Demon Wraiths’” Divine Thoughts, first burning off a round of ”Evil Qi,” then opened his little mouth and sucked them all into his belly.

But he didn’t refine them yet; he planned to save them for later, to savor slowly when he got back.

He was no longer in the Qianxue State boundary; times were hard and he couldn’t be too wasteful. It was rare to get a good meal, so he had to budget carefully and chew slowly.

Mo Hua swept his gaze around; seeing there was nothing left out, he finally withdrew from the Wolf Hall.

In the Canglang Mausoleum, Mo Hua opened his eyes, glanced at the altar again, committed its structure to memory, then clutched the wolfskin token and got up to leave.

Leaving the wolf mausoleum, entering the inner hall, he bypassed the memorial tablets and arrived at the ancestral hall.

Elder Zhao was still waiting in the ancestral hall.

Mo Hua handed him the wolfskin token. ”Alright, you’re now the Canglang Sect’s Sect Leader. The Sect Leader’s token already has a blood seal on it.”

Elder Zhao’s face lit up with joy; just as he took the token, however, his smile froze.

There was indeed a blood seal on the token, but... the look of that blood seal seemed a bit too ”casual”...

Elder Zhao snuck a glance at Mo Hua and whispered, ”Young Master Mo, this blood seal... it can’t be...”

Mo Hua nodded. ”That’s right, I drew it on myself.”

Elder Zhao: ”...”

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Elder Zhao then quietly asked:

”Then what about the meaning of our Canglang Sect’s ancestors...”

Mo Hua let out a light sigh. ”I sincerely tried to talk to them, but your Canglang Sect’s ancestors didn’t approve of you. They felt your temperament wasn’t suited to being Sect Leader.”

Elder Zhao’s face dimmed. ”Then...”

Mo Hua said, ”So I killed them all, then drew a blood seal for you so you can be Sect Leader.”

Elder Zhao only felt a buzz in his head; his legs went weak and he couldn’t stand, collapsing to the ground.