The Quest for Immortality

The other members quarreled among themselves, and before they even descended the mountain, the team had disbanded.

Mo Hua could see it clearly—among the five, Ouyang Mu was the weakest, but he was also the one most eager to hunt monster beasts.

The other four, instead of hunting beasts, seemed more interested in showing off, trying to outshine each other, with nearly no cooperation at all.

Now that the other four had left, only Ouyang Mu remained in place.

He gripped the sword in his hand tightly, his expression resolute, yet there was a hint of pain as he glanced around.

He seemed to want to keep hunting monster beasts, but he was also painfully aware of his own weakness, knowing he wasn’t a match for them.

Yet simply descending the mountain like this left him feeling unsatisfied.

Ouyang Mu stood frozen on the spot, uncertain and hesitant, his demeanor already showing signs of bewilderment, unsure what to do...

Mo Hua sighed as he watched, then called out loudly from the tall branches of a nearby tree:

”Little Wood!”

The dazed Ouyang Mu was startled by the voice, lifting his head to look toward its source. On the nearby tree, he saw a young cultivator, who appeared not much older than himself, with bright red lips and white teeth, calmly walking down the vertical trunk step by step.

Ouyang Mu stared in a daze for a moment, then recognized him.

This was the same disciple of the Taixu Gate he had seen before at Refining Demon Mountain—the one who, despite being about the same age as him, could talk and laugh casually with senior disciples. His name seemed to be...

”Mo Hua.”

”Brother Mo... Brother Mo, greetings!”

Ouyang Mu said nervously yet politely.

Mo Hua was slightly surprised and asked, ”What are you doing here?”

”I...” Ouyang Mu stammered, ”I’m monster hunting...”

He was rather embarrassed to say this.

Because his hunting skills were truly terrible.

Two entire days had passed, yet he hadn’t managed to kill even a single monster beast.

Mo Hua asked again, ”Your companions have all left. Why don’t you return?”

Ouyang Mu froze, only then realizing that the entire hunting process had been seen by Mo Hua.

Ouyang Mu’s expression turned gloomy, but he still shook his head firmly and said:

”I won’t leave. I’m going to kill the Flame Demon Wolf.”

”Why?” Mo Hua appeared bewildered.

Ouyang Mu replied quietly, ”I want the Flame Demon Wolf’s spine bone...”

”Why do you need the spine bone?”

”For sword casting...”

Mo Hua froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up as he exclaimed:

”You can cast swords?!”

He had already heard from others that the Three Tai Xu Sects—Tai’a, Chongxu, and Taixu—had deep ties, and the Tai’a Sect was most famous for its Tai’a Sword Casting Skill!

Under Mo Hua’s gaze, Ouyang Mu felt somewhat uneasy and woodenly nodded.

Mo Hua broke into a bright smile. ”What did you just say you needed again?”

Ouyang Mu hesitated for a moment and repeated in a low voice:

”The Flame Demon Wolf’s... spine bone.”

Mo Hua nodded and whistled.

A moment later, a Taixu Gate disciple came rushing over from afar and stopped in front of Mo Hua:

”Junior Brother!”

Mo Hua instructed, ”Kill a Flame Demon Wolf and pull out its spine bone for me.”

”Got it!”

The disciple bolted off again.

Not long after, the mountains and forests in the distance erupted into chaos, with explosions of formations, shouts of cultivators, and the roars of monster beasts echoing through the air.

Finally, once all the commotion settled, the disciple returned, handing Mo Hua a spine bone. It was fresh, blood-stained, glowing in a fiery red hue, and surrounded by flickering flames.

Ouyang Mu stared at the spine bone, his mouth slowly falling open.

The spine bone of the Flame Demon Wolf!

For days, he had tried everything, pleading with countless people, enduring unimaginable hardships, painstakingly assembling a team, and battling monsters. Yet even after all the effort, he had failed to obtain this single spine bone.

And now, in just a brief moment—before he could even make sense of what had happened—a fresh, bloodied, flaming spine bone of the Flame Demon Wolf had been placed right in front of him.

Ouyang Mu’s face was a picture of disbelief.

He slowly lifted his head, staring blankly at Mo Hua, his heart brimming with astonishment:

Just who exactly was this Brother Mo...