The Quest for Immortality

But Lord Yellow Mountain lives far away, and somewhat isolated, so he doesn’t often have the time to come by.

This time on his way, he happened to visit and feed the Little Silver Fish.

No matter how miserable Lord Yellow Mountain is, he still retains a human shape. If the Little Silver Fish isn’t fed, it might become so thin it’s unrecognizable as a fish.

The Little Silver Fish is extremely grateful to Mo Hua.

It barely counts as a deity in its two lifetimes, yet no one has ever treated it this well.

The Little Silver Fish nibbled happily on the fruits.

Mo Hua then asked, ”Little Silver Fish, do you know the origins of this small fishing village?”

The Little Silver Fish shook its head and said, ”To repay a favor to my benefactor, I’ve forgotten...”

After speaking, it continued eating the sweet offerings.

Well, it’s a little glutton, somewhat unreliable...

Mo Hua felt helpless.

He could only go ask Old Yu.

At mealtime, Mo Hua once again had a meal at Old Yu’s place.

Except this time he brought some Spiritual Meat along.

Although it wasn’t extremely valuable, to Old Yu’s family—poor loose cultivators who lived off fishing and hunting—it was something not even seen during holidays or festivals.

Old Yu felt both grateful and guilty.

”I made my benefactor spend money...”

”It’s nothing,” Mo Hua replied, ”It didn’t cost many Spirit Stones.”

Mainly because in the sect, food, clothing, and daily necessities could be exchanged for Merit Points.

Outside the sect, the large Gu Family provided meals and drinks, so he didn’t have much opportunity to spend Spirit Stones himself and thus saved quite a bit of wealth.

Old Yu and Yu Dachuan kept toasting Mo Hua with wine.

Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi happily ate the Spiritual Meat.

Throughout the year, there were hardly any pieces of meat they could eat; they could count them all.

After the meal, Yu Dachuan headed downriver again.

Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi lay in the shade in the courtyard for a nap.

Old Yu made Mo Hua a pot of good tea.

The tea wasn’t particularly great, but it was the best their family could offer.

Mo Hua then lowered his voice and asked, ”Old man, do you know about the Yu Family Water Fort?”

Upon hearing this, Old Yu immediately looked alarmed, his face turned pale:

”I’ve heard about it, right on Mistwater River, an entire fort of people died cleanly, blood-stained half the river...”

Mo Hua pondered, ”The Yu Family Water Fort bears the Yu surname, and your surname is also Yu...”

”Yes,” Old Yu said without doubt, sighing, ”speaking of it, there’s a bit of kinship. Counting back two generations, we might also have been people of the Yu Family Water Fort, living in the fort...”

Mo Hua thought, surely, and then curiously asked, ”Then why are you living in this small fishing village?”

”Ashamed to say,” Old Yu sighed, ”it’s said in my grandfather’s generation, due to his poor character, he was lazy and gluttonous, and was driven out of the fort to fend for himself. Looking back, it seems to be a blessing in disguise...”

Old Yu was somewhat frightened, ”Otherwise, our whole family might have also died at the fort without knowing whose hands poisoned everyone there.”

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly tightened.

Driven out...

This matter might not be so simple.

”How much do you know about the fort?” Mo Hua asked again.

Old Yu thought for a moment, shook his head, ”We stopped associating long ago, the ancestral blood ties, once separated, cut off completely, if you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have brought it up.”

”All of us are struggling souls, it’s hard enough to live, who would care about these old troubles...”

Old Yu said with emotion.

Mo Hua also sighed softly.

It seems Old Yu doesn’t know much indeed.

After that, the two continued drinking tea.

Mo Hua was pondering to himself, wondering if he had missed any clues that could unravel the purpose of Water Yama and discover the truth about the Yu Family Water Fort...

But turning thoughts over and over, he had no good leads.

Just at this time, a gentle breeze passed by, Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi unconsciously turned over.

The spiritual power within the two children circulated, and their aura spread out.

Mo Hua looked at them, suddenly stupefied.

He had previously noticed that these two children’s cultivation was advancing quickly, but now it seemed their cultivation progress was even faster than he had imagined.

Furthermore, the aura seemed somewhat special...

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly tightened.