The Quest for Immortality

Mistwater River, thick fog, on a small Spirit Boat.

The Water Yama was rowing at the bow, Xie Liu held his sword, standing at the stern, glaring menacingly at the three of Mo Hua.

Ouyang Feng was healing his wounds, Hua Qianqian pressed her lips together, her gaze somewhat uneasy.

Mo Hua, however, looked curious, glancing left and right, as if enjoying the riverside scenery on a leisurely trip.

However, it was nighttime, and the fog was thick.

There was nothing in the surroundings for him to see.

Mo Hua asked: ”Hey, where exactly are we going?”

Xie Liu’s forehead twitched.

Mo Hua’s casual and somewhat joyful demeanor sparked anger within him.

As if amongst this group of people, the Water Yama was a boatman rowing, he was a guard holding a sword, and Mo Hua was a young master out on a trip, asking where they were headed.

That damned little fool, does he not understand his current situation at all?

Does he have no sense at all?

Xie Liu wished he could slash him with one sword.

But he couldn’t kill him just yet.

He really needed a few hostages, and going to that place required bringing a few living beings, just in case.

Xie Liu suppressed the killing intent in his heart and could only temporarily let Mo Hua prance around in front of him.

Seeing Xie Liu ignoring him, Mo Hua turned his head towards the bow.

The Water Yama was rowing.

Mo Hua stared at the Water Yama for a moment and said: ”You only have one arm, yet you row quite well. Have you often rowed for others before?”

The Water Yama took a deep breath and said coldly:

”You’d better shut up.”

Mo Hua said: ”It’s so oppressive here. Don’t you feel bored if you don’t talk?”

The Water Yama was somewhat puzzled. How has this little fool survived so long in the Cultivation World? .

Has no one wanted to kill him from childhood till now?

The Water Yama calmed his mind and continued rowing.

Mo Hua, bored stiff, leaned on the boat’s edge, stretching his hand in the water, trying to see if a Little Silver Fish would encounter him and tell him some secrets.

Ouyang Feng silently watched Mo Hua, sighing in his heart.

A firm Taoist Heart, composed in the face of important matters, undisturbed amid changes and dangers.

Perhaps this is the spirit someone seeking the Dao should possess.

Among three people traveling together, there would be one who can teach you something.

Although Junior Brother Mo is young, there are quite a few things in him worth learning...

Beside him, Hua Qianqian also glanced at Mo Hua, feeling unexpectedly more at ease.

The group traveled quietly within the thick fog.

Only the sound of Mo Hua’s hand splashing the water echoed in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua, who had yet to summon a Little Silver Fish, suddenly felt uneasy and looked up, seeing a vast, shadowy silhouette looming in the dense fog ahead.

An unusual aura slowly spread out.

”This is...”

Mo Hua’s pupils contracted slightly, his heart tightening a few notches.

Sensing the aura ahead, the Water Yama hesitated for a moment but, remembering the Rouge Boat incident was exposed and a large number of Cultivators from the Taoist Court were pursuing them, knew that in the boundless Mistwater, this place was the only true place to hide.

The Water Yama gritted his teeth and drove the Spirit Boat to continue forward.

After thirty minutes, as the Spirit Boat moved closer and closer, the vast silhouette in the thick fog gradually revealed itself.

It was an expanse of a temple.

A lone, colossal temple built on the water, resembling a giant water beast.

Mo Hua displayed a ”shocked” expression and nervously asked the Water Yama:

”What is this place? How could such a large temple be built on the water?”

The Water Yama sneered.

Now the little brat understands fear.

What place is this?

This grand temple is a place where this damn brat will never return from.

The Water Yama thought, still maintaining an indifferent appearance on the surface, ”Once you go in, you’ll know.”

Then the Water Yama guided the Spirit Boat to the front of the temple. There was a long stairway extending from the temple gate down to the water’s edge.

The Water Yama leaped onto the steps and looked back at the three of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua did not move.

Xie Liu pointed his sword at him and ordered: ”Go up quietly.”

”I’ll go, I’ll go... Uncle Gu’s defeated subordinate, can’t fight a Golden Core, but bullying a Foundation Establishment is quite easy...” Mo Hua muttered.

Xie Liu’s face twitched.

Seeing Xie Liu about to lose his temper, Mo Hua quickly leapt ashore.

Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian naturally followed Mo Hua.

Lastly was Xie Liu, who securely tethered the Spirit Boat and ascended the steps.

Then, still with the Water Yama leading, Xie Liu, the Golden Core, followed, ”escorting” the three of Mo Hua along the long steps toward the grand temple interior.

Upon reaching the temple entrance, Mo Hua looked up and saw red walls and golden tiles weathered by countless storms, and a large plaque hanging above the high eaves and tall doors.

On the large plaque, the script was ancient and dignified, inscribed with three big characters:

Dragon King Temple.

Dragon King...

Mo Hua was in awe.

He had only heard of many Divine Beasts in this world, such as True Dragons, True Phoenixes, Qilins, and other mythical creatures.

But he only regarded these as ancient cultivation legends, never witnessing them in person until now.

Now before him stood a ”Dragon King Temple.”

Even if not a True Dragon, but just a river dragon, it would undoubtedly be extraordinary.

While lost in thought, the Water Yama glanced around and frowned, saying: ”Where is the temple guardian?”

Xie Liu expanded his Divine Sense, his gaze also sharpening, ”Diverted?”

The Water Yama shook his head slightly, ”Not likely... this is a critical place, how could there be no one guarding it?”

Xie Liu nodded slightly.

The Water Yama surveyed the temple gate again, his eyes turning slightly solemn, ”I always feel that this temple seems different from before, the Yin Qi and Evil Qi are heavier...”