The Quest for Immortality

”Boss, why bring this kid along?”

”He knows Formation, and the price is good...”

A cultivator said, ”His Spiritual Root is too poor, a bit useless...”

Boss Jiang said, ”What do you know? A single talent can cover a hundred flaws. Knowing Formation is enough; we’re not picking and choosing for a Sect...”

”Before coming, the Gentlemen calculated, not allowing us to add any unnecessary complications...”

Someone expressed their concern.

”Just this one deal won’t hurt. Selling one is selling, two is the same...” Boss Jiang said in a low voice, ”After this transaction, it won’t be easy to do business in the future, so grab as much profit as possible...”

”Moreover, Qian State is so vast, with complex and intertwined powers.”

”Mentors at the Golden Core Stage aren’t considered much...”

”Once a person is lost, it’s like they’ve sunk to the bottom of the sea, never to be found for a lifetime...”

...

Boss Jiang and his men were speaking in hushed tones.

The ”sleeping” Mo Hua silently opened one eye and grasped the situation.

These cultivators were ”human traffickers”!

They were engaged in the business of kidnapping cultivators.

They looked kind-faced, but their consciences were thoroughly rotten!

In learning states like Qian State, crowded with Sects, most of those kidnapped were young cultivators about his age.

Some were held for ransom, others sold.

Young cultivators with good Spiritual Roots and talents, whether for ransom or for sale, could fetch a large amount of Spirit Stones.

There were some cultivators, who turned to the Demon Path, using the flesh, Qi Sea, and Spiritual Roots of cultivators as guiding pills for Alchemy.

The Qian Family’s ancestor used human lives to refine the Lifespan Transformation Elixir.

And talented young cultivators with pure bloodlines were undoubtedly the best ”guiding pills.”

Selling to Demon Cultivators could naturally earn a large amount.

After pondering, Mo Hua slowly closed his eyes again, continuing to feign sleep.

The desolate mountain was deep in the night, silent and serene.

Until dawn.

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”Little brother, little brother...”

Someone woke Mo Hua.

Mo Hua groggily ”woke up,” rubbing his eyes with a small hand.

Boss Jiang’s face wore a smile, and he said kindly, ”It’s dawn, time to hit the road. We will take you to find your master...”

To find the master...

Mo Hua had a moment of clarity, complex emotions surfacing, but he still smiled and said, ”Okay!”

The group packed their bags, ready to leave.

At that moment, a low whisper came from the clay statue:

”Little Gentlemen, be careful, none of them are good people...”

It was a Divine Thought, and only Mo Hua could hear it.

”I know...” Mo Hua nodded and then waved to the clay statue on the main hall of the dilapidated temple, ”I’m leaving now. When I’m free in the future, I’ll come back to see you...”

The other cultivators, seeing this, were somewhat puzzled.

But thinking that Mo Hua was just a child, and some children have such temperaments, they didn’t give it much thought.

On top of the clay statue, white smoke formed the visage of Lord Yellow Mountain.

He gave Mo Hua a sheepish smile.

But he couldn’t express the sadness in his heart:

”Don’t... don’t come back to see me; I don’t want to see you again...”

Everything packed, Mo Hua followed Boss Jiang and his group out of the dilapidated temple, walking towards Qingzhou City in the glow of the dawn.

This was also the necessary route to the Qian Learning State Boundary, and Mo Hua happened to be headed that way as well.

Lord Yellow Mountain watched them leave, filled with worry.

”These more than ten cultivators, bearing evil karma, are no good sort...”

”That little cultivator, I hope he’ll be all right...”

Lord Yellow Mountain furrowed his brow, then abruptly his expression changed.

The cultivators might be no good, but this little cultivator seemed... even less so?

What kind of cultivator thinks of ”eating” a Mountain God?!

Lord Yellow Mountain watched silently, his stone face reflecting the complexity of emotions as Mo Hua confidently walked among the ”kidnappers,” leaving him unsure who he should really be worried about...