The Quest for Immortality

But their cultivation was far inferior to the Foundation Establishment Peak Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe.

After several exchanges, they were all defeated.

The Barbarian General of the Black Horn Tribe hesitated for a moment, then flashed and blocked the Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe.

This hall, which the shaman lord once used for meetings, was a place neither Chieftain Jiao Li nor Chieftain Wu Sha dared to frequently visit.

Thus, these two Barbarian Generals became the ”representatives.”

And it wasn’t the first time these two had met; in previous conflicts between the two tribes, they often clashed, making them ”acquaintances” of sorts.

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe said, ”Why are you stopping me? You take your armor, and I take my men, no conflict between us.”

The Barbarian General of the Black Horn Tribe’s eyes flashed, ”The armor is mine, but the people won’t be given to you either.”

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe sneered, ”Your Black Horn Tribe pays lip service to the shaman lord and isn’t any good either.”

”Courting death!”

”It’s you who’s courting death.”

Mo Hua had established a rule that no weapons were allowed in the shaman’s hall.

So the two Barbarian Generals fought barehanded, with Qi Force surging, every punch landing with impact.

After battling for hundreds of rounds, the Barbarian General of the Black Horn Tribe, who was only at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, with weaker cultivation, was eventually struck in the eye by a punch from the Wulu Tribe Barbarian General, lost his balance, exposed a flaw, and before he could react, was kicked in the chest.

The Barbarian General of the Black Horn Tribe staggered back ten steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe coldly snorted, ”Overestimating yourself.”

Then he, unconcerned, continued to move forward, but after only a few steps, he saw Elder Zamu, who looked like a withered old tree, standing before him, his gaze as hard as iron:

”If you want to capture someone, you’ll have to step over my corpse.”

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe’s face turned ugly, ”Old thing, do you really think I won’t dare to kill you?”

Just as he raised his hand, he heard a childish voice say:

”Stop!”

Little Zatu spread his arms wide, protecting his grandfather, mustering his courage, glaring angrily at the Foundation Establishment Peak Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe:

”With such audacity, aren’t you afraid of the shaman lord’s punishment?”

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe sneered, ”Such a brat, dare to speak of the shaman lord...”

Suddenly a thought occurred to him, this child named ”Zatu” was Elder Zamu’s only grandson, and had once been the closest to the shaman lord.

If he captured this child, Elder Zamu wouldn’t dare resist.

Moreover, this child could be the student who received the most true teachings from the shaman lord.

The Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe immediately extended his fan-like hand towards Little Zatu.

His cultivation was too high, his strength too great, his speed too fast, Elder Zamu could only watch helplessly, unable to react in time.

Little Zatu’s face turned pale, his heart cold as ice, but being only in Qi Refinement, he had no way to escape, he could only close his eyes tightly in tension.

But in the next moment, nothing happened.

Little Zatu was shocked, slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the once fierce-looking Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe now had a face pale to the extreme.

A huge fear was enveloping his face.

His body was also trembling uncontrollably, and finally, his knees went weak, and he knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing upwards.

Little Zatu didn’t understand and was suddenly startled, turning around, and saw on the previously empty high seat, sat a familiar, revered figure.

Little Zatu’s eyes widened, as if finding faith, tears uncontrollably falling from the corner of his eyes:

”Gentleman!”

With that said, everyone turned their heads, seeing on the high seat, the shaman lord, who had been missing for more than a year, mysteriously and suddenly arrived, sitting with an unfathomable gaze, silently watching everyone.

As if he had just returned.

Or perhaps... he had always been there, never left.

Astonishment filled everyone’s chest, and everyone in the hall kneeled, sincerely calling out:

”The shaman lord has returned!”

”Greetings, shaman lord!”

”Welcome, shaman lord!”

The vast majority present were full of reverence, and also overjoyed.

Only the two Barbarian Generals of the Black Horn and Wulu Tribes, kneeling coldly on the ground.

They were the strongest present, but also the most terrified.

Knowing the shaman lord was sitting high above, watching their selfishness, pettiness, and offense all along, their faces lost all color.

Nobody knew how much pressure they bore on their divine thought, what kind of terror they faced.

But they waited a long time, and still, the shaman lord did not speak.

It was like a suspended blade above them, waiting to fall, leaving them in torment.

After an unknown time, Mo Hua finally said faintly, ”You two go back and bring Jiao Li and Wu Sha here.”

The two Barbarian Generals of the Black Horn and Wulu Tribes felt a chill in their hearts at this.

The shaman lord was... letting them go?

Or was it that he would wait for their respective chieftains to be seen, then deliver judgment and account for their crimes altogether?

For them, it was as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, but they had no choice but to bow, ”Yes, shaman lord.”

Then the two tall and strong Barbarian Generals bowed and respectfully retreated.

After they left, Elder Zamu finally spoke, ”Shaman lord...”

Mo Hua nodded, ”I know.”

Elder Zamu listened, feeling reverent in his heart.

The shaman lord, with divine power that communicates with deities, truly knows everything and is aware of all.

The shaman lord has his own judgment of all things.

Elder Zamu said no more.

Mo Hua then looked at Little Zatu, seeing that after a year of not meeting, Little Zatu had grown a bit taller and his expression more resolute, but his eyes contained the same admiration as always, couldn’t help but smile warmly, ”Take me to see the other children.”

Little Zatu nodded repeatedly, ”Yes, gentleman!”

Little Zatu led Mo Hua into a hidden passage at the back of the hall, walking for the time of one incense stick before entering a newly carved, rather rudimentary but very hidden large mountain cave.

The cave was simple, but the atmosphere was good.

Many children were in the stone palace, some reading books, others drawing formation patterns.

Outside there were endless conflicts, but these children seemed largely unaffected.

Little Zatu said, ”Previously, things were unstable, so grandpa had all the disciples stay in this large cave.”

”I have also been, as the gentleman instructed, practicing cultivation daily, studying the formation, also urging them to study diligently and not forget the gentleman’s teachings.”

Little Zatu said this with a face full of pride.

Mo Hua saw everything before him, and his heart quietly relaxed, couldn’t help gently patting Little Zatu on the head.

Indeed, education must start with young children.

Some people, once grown, their brains are wasted, and no teaching will help them.