The Quest for Immortality

The main city’s resplendent and decadent tall buildings were all demolished and transformed into a Scripture Pavilion, providing access to some of the Canglang Sect’s foundational cultivation techniques and spell texts.

Beyond the main city was the outer city where loose cultivators congregated.

The streets had gained a bit of vitality.

Many loose cultivators contributed to the Canglang Sect by building refinery shops and the state road, earning some Spirit Stones to supplement their households.

Finally, the children on the street could eat a full meal.

Thus, this impoverished street had a bit more joyful laughter.

Poverty is the root of all evil.

Sometimes, eradicating poverty is also ”eliminating demons and dispelling evil.”

As for the future, it depends on their own efforts.

Finally, the carriage circled to the outer city.

Mo Hua inspected the refinery shop and the state road once more, ensuring everything was being implemented according to his Formation Diagram, and was finally reassured.

At this moment, he also understood why the Canglang Sect previously wanted to build such a large refinery shop and a wide state road.

It was not only because the Canglang Sect wanted to suck blood.

More importantly, it was because Sect Leader Duan was preparing for a ”rebellion.”

The refinery shop was used to forge ”military preparations” for cultivation warfare.

And the state road was a passageway connecting the Canglang State boundary, the Big Black Mountain State boundary, and future access to Kan State to the north via Li State as a springboard.

With military preparations and a passageway,

The Canglang Sect could use the shaman’s Secret Technique to train ferocious ”wolf soldiers” and conquer the entire Canglang State boundary, and even the surrounding regions.

Indeed, Sect Leader Duan’s ambition was great, his mind deep, and his actions very meticulous.

No one expected that the head of a third-grade sect would dare to have rebellious thoughts.

Mo Hua sighed softly.

Fortunately, Sect Leader Duan and Mr. Witch were both killed by him before the incident occurred.

Though the Desolate Heaven Dragon Flag was eventually lit, at least the ”spark” of rebellion in Canglang City was extinguished ahead of time.

The foundation of the rebellion no longer existed.

Otherwise, Canglang City might have already plunged into the flames of war by now.

The flames of war would sweep across Canglang City and the surrounding areas. Under the Canglang Sect’s ”hungry wolves”-like aggression, Tongxian City would not be spared either.

Now, at least Tongxian City, Big Black Mountain, and even the whole Canglang State boundary still have room to ”breathe” and have an opportunity to prepare for the upcoming catastrophe.

This could be considered a blessing in the midst of misfortune.

Mo Hua felt some relief in his heart.

Afterwards, he left Canglang City alone by carriage.

Before leaving, Mo Hua thought about saying goodbye to Luo Master.

After all, in Canglang City, he didn’t have many ”acquaintances.”

But after thinking it over, Mo Hua gave up.

The karma attached to him was too great; carrying the flag of ”rebellion” with him, meeting Luo Master might not only be unhelpful, but could also harm him.

Luo Master’s efforts to run a business and make a living were really not easy.

Better to have fewer troubles rather than more, so he chose not to add karma to him.

But although he didn’t see Luo Master, there was another ”acquaintance” that Mo Hua wanted to meet.

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The carriage left Canglang City and headed south for two miles, reaching an intersection at the foot of a mountain.

Two people stood at the intersection, dressed in black robes of the Taoist Court, escorting a ragged prisoner with a black cloth tied around his head, a scar on his chest, and bound hands and feet by a Spirit-binding Lock.

The carriage slowly came to a stop, and Mo Hua lifted the curtain.

One of the Taoist Court supervisors stepped forward and saluted, ”Young Master Mo, as per Sect Master Zhao’s instruction, we have brought the person to you.”

Mo Hua nodded, ”Thank you for your hard work.”

The two supervisors escorted the prisoner onto the carriage, cupped their hands in salute, and said, ”This person is at your command,” then took their leave.

In the carriage, only the prisoner and Mo Hua remained.

The prisoner was bloodied, evidently tortured, struggling continuously.

Mo Hua removed the black cloth from his head, and said indifferently, ”Elder Ji, long time no see.”

The miserable-looking Elder Ji widened his eyes at Mo Hua, a mix of shock and dread in his gaze.

But his mouth was shackled, preventing him from speaking.

The Taoist Court’s instruments of torture were quite complete, and the locks numerous, capable of locking up a person’s limbs, mouth, nose, and even meridians and Qi Sea.

Mo Hua gestured with his finger, causing a black mark to appear and release the shackle from Elder Ji’s mouth.

Elder Ji spat a mouthful of blood, half-restraining himself, half-giving Mo Hua a venomous look.

Had it not been for Mo Hua, the sect leader of the Canglang Sect would not have died, and he would still be that elder, soaking in the pleasures of beauties every day.

This Mo Hua was just a ”Calamity Star”...

Mo Hua sat on the soft wolfskin rug, leisurely sipping tea, and said blandly, ”If you keep looking at me with those eyes, I’ll gouge them out.”

Elder Ji’s body trembled, and he instinctively lowered his head, not daring to meet Mo Hua’s gaze.

Moments later, realizing his lack of backbone, Elder Ji felt anger rising but still didn’t have the courage to lift his head to look at Mo Hua.

He remembered clearly how Sect Leader Duan was played to death.

And how Mr. Witch mutilated himself.

Elder Ji hung his head unwillingly, and after a while, he heard Mo Hua’s voice:

”You should thank me. It was I who persuaded Sect Master Zhao to pull you out of the Taoist Prison, otherwise, based on your crimes, you’d endure torment for life and eventually die miserably in there...”

Those were the words.

But Elder Ji felt no gratitude at all.

After all, had it not been for Mo Hua, he would never have been in the Taoist Prison.