The Quest for Immortality

The steward’s words made everyone lower their heads.

Only Mo Hua did not lower his head.

In other words, only Mo Hua ”raised his head,” making him stand out in the crowd.

The steward spotted him at once and, pondering for a moment, recalled that Mo Hua was someone he had recruited to fill numbers.

So much time had passed, yet he hadn’t died, indicating he was obedient and kept to himself.

Moreover...

The steward recalled that all this time, Mo Hua had not been hit or scolded, nor had he been punished, clearly a clever and compliant person.

”Come over here,” the steward said to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stepped forward.

The steward examined Mo Hua closely, found Mo Hua a bit thin, but upon a detailed look at his face, found it quite striking, not pale but very handsome, with a kind of simple and profound beauty.

The steward thought, those nobles have different tastes and temperaments, but good looks are always more pleasing to the eye and less likely to provoke anger.

So he asked Mo Hua, ”Would you be willing to go to the inner court?”

Mo Hua asked, ”Can I eat my fill? The food outside isn’t enough.”

The steward was slightly taken aback, quite satisfied, and nodded, saying, ”Not only will you eat your fill, but you’ll eat well.”

Mo Hua nodded, ”Alright, I’ll go.”

The steward nodded gratified.

The other servants glanced secretly at Mo Hua, their eyes showing sympathy.

So Mo Hua transitioned from the ”outer court” to the ”inner court,” wearing clean and tidy clothes, serving tea and water to the nobles watching the monster battles in the inner arena.

He finally saw what the monster battle arena’s inner court looked like.

The inner and outer courts of the monster battle arena are isolated.

In the outer court, he could only interact with the monster beasts.

But once in the inner court, he could serve the ”nobles” and observe the monster battle scene up close.

The monster battle scene was brutal.

These monster beasts would be fed bloodthirsty pills before entering the arena, inciting ferocity, so that during the fight, they would fight to the death, viciously biting, with guts and intestines strewn everywhere.

The more bloodthirsty the scene, the more excited the ”nobles” spectating would be.

These ”nobles,” all in luxurious clothes, with arrogant faces and fierce gazes, surrounded by numerous attendants and servants, commanding imperiously, looked very impressive.

But their cultivation levels were mostly not high, at the Qi Refinement Ninth Level to Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

They seemed to be from various families and sects within Great Desert City.

Mo Hua served them tea and water, silently rolling his eyes inside.

He thought they were some extraordinary ’nobles,’ but turned out to be just trash aristocratic family members...

The more worthless they are, the more they enjoy tormenting and harming weaker beings for fun.

If only he had the opportunity, he would blast them all to ashes with a formation.

Moreover, one thing surprised Mo Hua.

Among the ”nobles” watching, apart from these dressed-up aristocratic family and sect disciples from Great Desert City, were also some tall and rugged people wrapped in monster beast skins, clearly cultivators from the Great Wilderness mixed in.

This scene was quite incongruous, completely different from Mo Hua’s expectations.

However, after pondering for a while, he gradually understood.

The Taoist Court and the Great Wilderness were not ”mutually hostile” before.

For a long time, the Great Wilderness had submitted to the Taoist Court.

The Great Desert City is situated at the intersection of both regions, with aristocratic cultivators from the Taoist Court and barbarian tribe cultivators from the Great Wilderness.

The blending of both sides for trade and exchange is naturally not surprising.

Only now, the Great Wilderness has rebelled, and the situation suddenly became sharp.

But even if the Great Wilderness has rebelled, it does not mean that all the ”tribes” from the Great Wilderness have rebelled.

The Taoist Court couldn’t possibly massacre all the Great Wilderness cultivators indiscriminately, regardless of good or evil.

This kind of ”Massacre” level of slaughter, even done by the Demon Sect, would be too insanely cruel, let alone by the Taoist Court.

However, these are just temporary situations.

As the battle situation becomes tense and fierce, the resentment between the Taoist Court and the Great Wilderness deepens, what will happen next, no one can tell...

Having observed the inner court scenario, Mo Hua understood the general situation and continued serving the ”nobles.”

He restrained his aura, with a weak presence, hardly irritating the nobles, thus avoiding reprimand or even assassination.

Even if several foolish ones suddenly act irrationally, wanting to torment Mo Hua for fun.

Yet a look from Mo Hua filled them with an inexplicable fear, calming them down.

Thus, Mo Hua’s tasks were performed excellently.

The only problem was, even in the inner court, he hadn’t found any clues about the Big Tiger.

There was no sign of the Big Tiger in the monster battle arena.

Mo Hua found this very strange.

His intuition usually wasn’t wrong, and the result of his divination, while not flawless, rarely led in a completely erroneous direction.

”Where is the Big Tiger...”

On this day, while serving in the inner court, carrying tea and water, Mo Hua frowned in thought, his mind troubled when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, someone solemnly declared:

”Young Master Tuoba has arrived, kneel.”

A group of slaves knelt instantly, touching their heads to the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Mo Hua couldn’t kneel.

Just before him were several noble family’s children standing to greet, along with robust barbarian tribe cultivators.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then stepped back behind them with his tea tray, head bowed, restrained his aura, and didn’t seem out of place.

After a moment, a group of golden-armored guards paved the way.

Then a tall, imposing noble youth wearing golden beast pattern battle armor strode over powerfully.

This youth’s status seemed extremely high.

As he passed, the kneeling cultivators held their breath, not daring to twitch.

The greeting cultivators bowed even deeper, their attitudes very respectful.

Mo Hua stood with his head down, curious about this grand ”Young Master Tuoba’s” identity, but constrained by his current status, refrained from looking up.

But soon after, a defiant tiger’s roar echoed unexpectedly in his ears.

This tiger sound was unfamiliar yet vaguely familiar.

Mo Hua felt a tremor in his heart, immediately looked up.

He then saw behind Young Master Tuoba, eight muscular men, each covered with muscles, struggling forward with eight giant gold and iron chains pulled by a massive, black and white striped ferocious tiger.

This black and white tiger had formations on its forehead, limbs, back, tail, all equipped with chains made of gold and iron to suppress monster qi, along with equipment to restrain its sharp claws and teeth.

Even so, it still emanated a chilling, terrifying monster qi.

A full eight body cultivation men at Foundation Establishment Peak struggled to drag it forward.

Seeing this tiger drastically changed from the one he remembered, yet the aura so familiar, Mo Hua was dumbfounded.

And the originally fierce, restraint-averse tiger, as if sensing a familiar gaze, perceiving a long-lost presence, stopped suddenly, clawing into the ground’s bricks, forcibly halting its advance.

No matter how hard the eight strong men pulled, they couldn’t move it whatsoever.

The Big Tiger’s eyes quivered, seemingly in disbelief.

With its proud ”king” character displayed across its forehead, it sniffed around and then abruptly startled, sharply looking in Mo Hua’s direction.