The Quest for Immortality

The expressions of Dan Zhu and others grew increasingly respectful, revering Mo Hua as they would the Divine Lord, and they all clasped their hands and said:

”Thank you, Gentleman...”

”Mr. Witch, you’ve worked hard...”

Mo Hua nodded, stood up, and left, returning to his room where he set up a formation to isolate sight and sound, and then knelt on a meditation cushion, outwardly praying to the Divine Lord while actually contemplating.

After all, there was no real ”Divine Lord” to guide him.

All inspirations from the Divine Lord were derived from his own efforts, analysis, and calculation.

The current situation could only rely on him to find a way.

First of all, if Mo Hua were by himself, bypassing the blockade of Bi Fang’s barbarian soldiers would be quite easy.

His Divine Sense had strengthened, and with his body concealed, as long as he was slightly cautious, the people of the Bi Fang Tribe were all ”blind.”

He could walk boldly along the military line, and the majority of Bi Fang Tribe’s barbarian soldiers wouldn’t detect him.

Bringing Dan Zhu along would also be feasible.

Just provide Dan Zhu with a cloak or mantle for concealment to follow him.

Even bringing a few more people wouldn’t be a problem.

But the issue is, Dan Zhu now has five to six hundred people under him, and equipping them all with Concealment Formations and creating cloaks is too costly, which Mo Hua can’t currently afford.

Even if they were made, it wouldn’t be possible now.

Moreover, Mo Hua definitely doesn’t want to expose the fact that he’s skilled in ”Concealment Technique”.

Although Dan Zhu seemed kind-hearted... actually, he was quite clever inside.

If he showcased extremely advanced Concealment Technique, an ability that the Golden Core couldn’t detect.

He might relate it to when Mo Hua snuck to his bedside in the dead of night to whisper ”Divine Lord cues.”

This would undermine his dignity as a ”Shaman.”

Moreover, cultivators with powerful concealment skills often arouse suspicion and lack trust from others.

After all, no one knows what bad deeds you might secretly engage in using Concealment Technique.

As a Shaman, what he needs is others’ admiration, not suspicion.

Therefore, although concealment is something he does often, he must never casually tell anyone.

Hence, the path of ”stealth” becomes unfeasible.

Then should they force their way through?

Mo Hua indeed has a way to use formations to blast open a path, letting Dan Zhu and the others rush through.

Mo Hua even feels somewhat eager inside.

He hadn’t used formations to blow things up for a long time.

He’s a bit itchy-handed.

But a large-scale formation explosion would inevitably kill people, staining his once clean hands.

Even if no lives were lost, after blowing up the mountain and charging through, what then?

Mo Hua, with a pinch of his fingers, can almost foresee without detailed calculations what would follow.

The mountain would explode, Dan Zhu and Chi Feng would lead a charge through the blockade.

The barbarian soldiers of the Bi Fang Tribe would surely close in and pursue.

The Bi Fang Tribe’s Golden Core Cultivators, not to exaggerate, would certainly number one or two dozen.

These Bi Fang Tribe Golden Cores, chasing Dan Zhu, may not necessarily kill him, but the five to six hundred people nurtured under Dan Zhu for expeditions would inevitably become ”cannon fodder,” dying one by one at the hands of the Bi Fang Tribe Golden Cores.

Even if Dan Zhu escapes in the end, it would still be a losing battle.

”Is there a foolproof method to ensure everyone survives?”

Mo Hua frowned deeply.

He pondered for a while and calculated for a while, but no matter what choice was made, the result seemed unfavorable.

Waiting in place would expose them to the threats of the spreading ”Hunger Disaster...”

”Hunger Disaster...”

Mo Hua paused in thought, his heart suddenly skipped, his expression grew solemn.

He overlooked one crucial thing:

The Wutu Tribe!

He had left the Wutu Tribe for the Danque Tribe for over a year now.

During this year, he was pretending to be a Shaman, ”deceiving” Dan Zhu, learning tribal secrets, calculating the situation, contemplating formations, dealing with Shugubu, consuming Barbarian God, enhancing Divine Thought... and on and on.

So much was happening, Mo Hua was always busy, his Divine Sense continuously active, hardly any respite.

This nearly led him to forget about matters on the Wutu Mountain Realm side.

And now, hunger disaster began to spread, disaster loomed.

What outcome would befall the Wutu Mountain Realm side?

Were they also enduring hunger disaster?

How was Elder Zamu, how was Little Zatu? How about the children whom he taught under the guise of ”Gentleman”? Might they be in danger?

The more Mo Hua thought, the more anxious he became.

The hunger disaster is merciless, reality is harsh. If both Wutu and Wusha Mountain Realm were shrouded by hunger disaster, then all his previous efforts would have been in vain.

Those children might not survive, all starving to death.

Mo Hua felt a chill, without hesitation, he cast another divination to reckon Wutu Mountain Realm’s safety and Little Zatu and others’ life and death.

But the divination results were quite intricate.

It couldn’t be described as entirely good, nor too appalling.

Having left the Wutu Mountain Realm for quite some time, he’s unaware of the specifics and cannot deduce more detailed causality.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He wanted to return to Wutu Mountain Realm for a glance.

But he couldn’t neglect Dan Zhu here.

If he didn’t return to Wutu Mountain Realm, should Little Zatu encounter misfortune, Mo Hua would never find peace, possibly feeling guilty for a lifetime.

And if he didn’t protect Dan Zhu with Causality Skill, should Dan Zhu fall in the tribal feud, all future plans would become empty talk.