The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua waved his hand casually, and the ink floated in the air, forming Formation Patterns, unraveling the Formation and opening the door.

A more intense and decadent scent of flowers wafted out.

Mo Hua held his breath, walked into the room, and saw Elder Ji.

Elder Ji was lying on the bed, his face pale as wax, his upper body bare, skin slack and clinging to bones, the flesh seemingly drained, while his lower half was continuously bleeding, soaking through half of the bed.

Seeing Mo Hua, he managed a bitter smile, his voice hoarse as he spoke slowly:

”She told me her mother died young, her father liked to gamble, and there was a younger brother to raise, a beauty with a life of hardship could only abandon pride and accompany men for pleasure...”

”There’s pride between her brows, and while under me, her expression is one of humiliation...”

”Maybe she was too beautiful, I actually believed it...”

”I’ve heard such nonsense all my life, and yet I believed it, I really believed...”

”I actually thought she was different, wanted to take care of her for life, treat her well for life...”

Elder Ji’s mouth twitched into a self-mocking smile.

With that smile, his injuries were agitated, and his remaining vitality slipped away even faster. Though his face was pale, his brow darkened like a black hole.

Elder Ji seemed to understand something, slowly lifted his head, staring at Mo Hua with a profoundly complex gaze:

”Young Master Mo... indeed, nothing is more important than life... I should have focused on my cultivation, Young Master Mo, I should have lived well, cultivated well...”

”Young Master Mo...”

”I...”

Two hot tears flowed down, and then turned cold.

Elder Ji’s vital energy was severed hereafter.

Mo Hua remained silent for a long time, a hint of compassion appearing in his eyes.

He stepped forward, gently closed Elder Ji’s resentful eyes, and looked down to see a blood-red plum blossom mark on Elder Ji’s chest.

This plum blossom mark, vibrant and charming yet beautiful, held a thread of allure capable of seizing one’s mind.

”Hehuan...”

Elder Ji died from Replenishing from others, and it was an extremely vicious type of the Healing Skill.

Such an extreme Healing Skill only existed in the Hehuan Demon Sect.

The flower mark itself was also the mark of the Hehuan Sect.

Mo Hua cast a deep look at the deceased Elder Ji, his emotions complicated, then turned and left the room.

At this time, the boudoir’s scent, pink and putrid, grew stronger.

The men’s breaths that had once floated in ecstasy transformed into wails of pain and despair.

The women’s laughter likewise shifted from shy allure and entangled affection to sharp screeches, sinister and venomous.

Amidst the pink haze, the entire pavilion resembled Hehuan’s purgatory, filled with indulgence and suffering.

With cold eyes, Mo Hua descended the pavilion stairs into the hall.

The hall was similarly decadent, reeking of blood.

The pavilion’s hall seemed cut off from the outside, forming two separate worlds.

One pink, one crimson.

Outside, zombies were eating people.

Inside, the female practitioners of the Hehuan Sect were also ”consuming” people.

These were two Demon Sects using human sacrifices to honor their Dao.

And in the midst of the entire hall, the only person not accosted by women, sitting at a table drinking alone, was a pale-complexioned gentleman.

This pale-complexioned gentleman, with remarkable grace, sat alone, pouring and drinking, incongruent with his surroundings.

Before his eyes was a decadent scene woven of pleasure and gore, yet in his gaze, there was only appreciation, no desire, as if witnessing a gathering of ”corpses” in ecstasy.

This pale-complexioned gentleman had met Mo Hua once.

”Young Master Shi...”

Mo Hua’s gaze condensed, watching Young Master Shi while hidden. Young Master Shi seemed aware; he waved his hand, summoning white corpse qi, materializing into spectral claws, sweeping across Mo Hua’s surroundings.

”White corpse qi?”

Mo Hua’s pupils shrank, his figure flickered, evading the spectral claws of white corpse qi, and then his form slowly revealed.

Young Master Shi fixed his gaze on Mo Hua, recognizing his visage, somewhat surprised, ”It’s you?”

Mo Hua remained silent.

Young Master Shi’s brow furrowed slightly.

The two stared at each other.

At this moment, several female practitioners of the Hehuan Sect, captivated by Mo Hua’s handsome visage, couldn’t resist their desire, lusting after his body, encircling him like seductive snakes.

Mo Hua casually flicked out several fireballs, turning the female practitioners into charcoal.

Young Master Shi’s pupils shrank upon seeing this.

Clearly at the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet the mastery and power of this Fireball Technique were refined to this degree...

Moreover, within this Fireball Technique, there was extremely pure Evil Qi?

Is he also from the Demon Gate? A direct lineage of the Sect of Demon?

Young Master Shi’s pale eyes fixated on Mo Hua, increasingly perplexed, and increasingly astonished.

At the inn, he had glanced briefly, not paying much attention.

Upon closer inspection now, Mo Hua’s aura was obscure, cloaked in a mist that made him unreadable.

And that face, as if painted and like jade, astonished the beholder.

”Who exactly... are you?” Young Master Shi asked coldly.

Mo Hua still didn’t answer, and simultaneously, his form gradually faded, seeming unwilling to become entangled further.

And just as Mo Hua was employing Concealment, his form about to vanish, Young Master Shi snorted coldly, retrieving a golden bell, gently ringing it.

From the ground, a golden coffin appeared suddenly.

The golden coffin, with Corpse Dao Formation Pattern Lock activated, released a golden zombie from within.

This zombie was a Copper Corpse, yet its limbs were now coated with a layer of gold.

Copper Corpse transitioning directly to Golden Corpse.

This was an exceptionally distinguished and rare variety of zombie in the Corpse Path, elusive and precious.

Among Foundation Establishment corpse cultivators, controlling such a zombie was virtually unheard of.

Young Master Shi summoned the Copper Corpse, his gaze cold and proud, pointing at Mo Hua, ”Kill!”

The gilt-coated Copper Corpse immediately opened its eyes, a rancid wind surged forth, transforming into a golden streak, pouncing at Mo Hua.

Halfway through Concealment, Mo Hua furrowed his brows slightly.

Seeing the Copper Corpse spring upon him, he initially intended to dodge using a movement technique, yet inexplicably upon seeing the zombie, a natural wave of ”savage” emotions stirred within him, as if provoked by an insignificant cadaver, and thus enraged.

Mo Hua’s face contorted into a terrifying expression, his pupils vertically elongated, glimmering with an eerie bronze hue.

Within his gaze, the reflection of a Corpse Mountain and a Bloody Sea surfaced.

Mo Hua stared directly at Young Master Shi’s Copper Corpse, his gaze majestic, and rebuked in a low voice:

”Begone!”

The once vicious Copper Corpse, subjected to this rebuke, felt as though oppressed by the Law of demonic retribution, instinctively fearful, dared not harm Mo Hua for fear of committing the crime of desecrating a sovereign.

Stunned by this intimidation, the Copper Corpse stood frozen, unable to move.

Young Master Shi’s expression drastically changed, showing disbelief.

Meanwhile, Mo Hua glanced at Young Master Shi, harboring murderous intent.

This Young Master Shi, with an uncommon background, capable of wielding white corpse qi, equally peculiar.

Mo Hua wasn’t meant to indiscriminately commit killings, but such a distinguished Demon Cultivator merits an exception; he could kill.

Mo Hua joined his fingers, conjured fireballs, secretly directing his Divine Thought, Drawing Ground into Formation, intending to execute Young Master Shi.

Yet at this moment, a sudden alert arose in his heart.

Mo Hua’s pupils contracted, observing Young Master Shi’s forehead, spotting a Life and Spirit Cultivation blood-red rune, deeply buried within his life temple.

This blood-red rune, he had encountered before.

”Demon Undying Talisman...”

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