The Quest for Immortality

”Why not rescue Big Tiger first and then reunite with Leader Yang and the others?”

Mo Hua thought silently in his heart.

The rebellion of the Great Wilderness Sect, though dangerous, also meant that the situation had become chaotic.

Both sides, whether Feather Transformation or Golden Core, were engaged in a fierce battle.

This might also be the only opportunity for him to rescue Big Tiger.

Mo Hua nodded and gradually made up his mind.

He released his Divine Sense to discern the direction, his figure gradually fading from the Taoist Soldiers’ camp.

After concealing himself, Mo Hua went against the path and towards the camp of the Great Wilderness Sect.

However, this path was even more dangerous as it was in reverse.

Blades and swords were ruthless, and spells flew randomly.

Among the killing moves of various Taoist Skills, spiritual power from Golden Core and Feather Transformation was intertwined.

Ordinary cultivators could get injured upon touch, face death upon contact, making it extremely easy to perish. This was also the most brutal and ruthless aspect of a Tao Cultivation war.

Even for Mo Hua, traversing this path was nerve-wracking.

Fortunately, his Divine Sense was strong, his perception keen, and he had a grasp on a portion of the Way of Cause and Effect.

Through the perception of his Divine Sense, he actively avoided blades and sword spells he could sense.

As for those sudden ’ghost-headed’ killing moves beyond his Divine Sense perception, he instinctively sensed the murderous intent through the aura of Cause and Effect and avoided them as if by divine intervention.

If it weren’t for this, for ordinary cultivators, who knew how many times they would have died from visible and invisible assaults on this road.

Thus, Mo Hua passed through the main battlefield, crossed fragmented smaller skirmishes, went through the main cultivator forces of the Great Wilderness Sect, and entered the camp of the Great Wilderness Sect instead.

The camp was temporarily used for military placement.

With the outbreak of rebellion and the start of the great battle, most of the Great Wilderness Sect’s camp was empty.

There weren’t many cultivator presences, and they were quite scattered.

Big Tiger’s camp was just among them.

The camp’s edges were cast in steel, bound by iron locks, and on the periphery, a few Foundation Establishment Peak men from the Great Wilderness Sect were guarding.

Time was of the essence, and Mo Hua did not hesitate.

He took advantage of the few men crossing each other’s patrol paths, and as they separated, he sealed each of their mouths and noses with the Drowning Skill, bound their bodies with the Water Prison Technique, then used the Fireball Technique to shatter the meridian nodes in their limbs and scorch their throats.

This set of spells seemed complex.

But in Mo Hua’s hands, it was neat and fast—quick and precise, taking only a dozen or so breaths of time.

The Foundation Establishment tough men guarding the gate were all taken down by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua approached the tent, slid a finger over, a shadow of ink flashed, and he skillfully opened a corner of the tent.

Inside the tent, Big Tiger was still lying there weak and listless.

Mo Hua concealed himself and quietly entered the tent.

Big Tiger seemed to sense something, its fluffy ears twitched, and its large head immediately stood up, its copper bell-like eyes staring steadily, flashing with a light of confusion and joy.

Mo Hua slowly approached Big Tiger.

Big Tiger’s bright eyes were fixed on the direction of Mo Hua.

In the night, it couldn’t see anything, but it instinctively sensed a faint yet very familiar aura getting closer, and could not help but let out a low ”ow” sound.

Mo Hua’s footsteps drew nearer, but just as he was about to get close to Big Tiger.

The ground suddenly trembled, and the dazzling light of a formation lit up.

Dust fell from the sky, adhering to Mo Hua’s body.

The blue formation patterns on the ground turned into streams of spiritual power, wrapping around Mo Hua, breaking his concealment.

Meanwhile, the golden light transformed into cages, locking Mo Hua and Big Tiger together.

Revealing Dust, Breaking Concealment Formation, coupled with the Great Wilderness Golden Prison Formation.

This was a trap.

A cold laughter sounded.

Shadows flashed around, cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect armored and armed, forming a siege, thoroughly surrounding Mo Hua.

Among the crowd, a tall handsome young master stepped forward.

This person was Young Master Tuoba.

Behind him followed two Golden Cores from the Great Wilderness Sect.

Young Master Tuoba glanced at Mo Hua, covered with revealing powder dust, forced out of concealment by the Breaking Concealment Formation, and trapped by the Golden Prison Formation, his face showing ridicule:

”I guessed right, it really is you.”

Mo Hua’s face was calm, ”What do you mean it’s me?”

Young Master Tuoba sneered, ”Stop pretending to be dumb. Don’t think I can’t tell, the servant in the Beast Fighting Arena, that was you in disguise.”

He stared at Mo Hua, ”Are you under Yang Jishan’s command, lurking in the Beast Fighting Arena under the orders of the Yang Family?”

Mo Hua remained silent.

If it were another family, he would have casually shifted the blame onto them.

But he had some ties with the Yang Family, and he couldn’t bring himself to pass the blame onto them.

Young Master Tuoba saw Mo Hua not answering and looked displeased, then sneered:

”I thought you were someone with status, turns out you’re just a pawn, no wonder you’d stoop so low as to disguise as a servant.”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”Status is just for show. Whether one stoops low isn’t determined by status.”

”Some so-called prestigious people can be even more despicable.”

Young Master Tuoba, irritated, sneered, ”A sharp tongue you have, indeed quite the mouth.”

Just at this moment, Big Tiger, locked in the Golden Prison Formation beside Mo Hua, struggled but couldn’t break free, and couldn’t help but make a ”woof” sound at Mo Hua, seeming very familiar and affectionate.

Young Master Tuoba felt a pang of jealousy, his face turned extremely ugly, and he asked Mo Hua:

”What is your relationship with this royal beast of mine?”

Mo Hua said lightly, ”This Big Tiger is mine.”

Young Master Tuoba seethed with anger, contemplated for a moment, then sneered: