The Quest for Immortality

All doors and windows were pried open. All hidden walls were smashed.

All secret passages were exposed. All possessions were seized.

Mo Hua, like ”locusts passing through,” devoured the entire oasis thoroughly, yielding a bountiful harvest.

Many items, naturally, were taken away by the oasis’s upper management.

But the quantity of remaining resources was still considerable.

Firstly, there was simply too much stuff, and the upper management of the oasis couldn’t move it all in a hurry.

Secondly, perhaps they never expected anyone to scour the place as thoroughly as grave robbers, so much so that all the items hidden within various mechanisms and secret tunnels fell into Mo Hua’s hands.

Mo Hua gathered all the items together, took a cursory glance, and discovered several issues:

Firstly, he found some tribal totems in the warehouse and passageways.

These totems were dark green fearsome birds.

This implies that the oasis was likely a secret base of the Bi Fang Tribe.

Coupled with Jin Wutu’s ”confession,” Mo Hua estimated that the late Golden Core stage elder, dressed in a black-green robe and masked, wielding sinister poison, was probably also an elder of the Bi Fang Tribe.

The Bi Fang Tribe had deep connections here.

Just like the black Bi Fang fearsome bird, they lurked in the shadows, committing evil deeds without being exposed.

And the entire oasis was, in fact, a ”pig-slaughtering plate.”

On the surface, lively and prosperous, it was an oasis in the desert, a haven in times of famine, a pleasure den.

But once you mixed in, you’d be slaughtered like a pig.

If you were wealthy, you’d have to pay exorbitant prices for all enjoyment.

If you were beautiful, you’d be coveted in secret, abducted for pleasure, possibly even coerced to sell yourself for others’ profit.

If you held a noble status, they’d flatter and lure you to do their bidding.

Yet once your external value was fully exploited, you’d be left as nothing more than a mere flesh body, likely sold as a ”barbarian slave” to others.

This was truly, merciless exploitation.

In the oasis’s prison, Mo Hua saw numerous dead barbarian cultivators, women tortured to death, and many cadavers branded with slave markings.

Though decayed and cold, the remaining skin of these corpses was still tender, indicating their privileged status before death.

Mo Hua looked on, deeply moved.

Naturally, what concerned Mo Hua most was the issue of the resources.

In this oasis, he found numerous ”fasting pills,” stored in uniformly styled bottles, filling several warehouses.

Though the quality wasn’t particularly high, with many substandard defects, in times of famine, there couldn’t be excessive demands; these fasting pills were adequate to stave off hunger and save lives.

This was the most urgently needed resource by Mo Hua’s six thousand barbarian soldiers.

This large batch of fasting pills was enough to last them a long time.

Mo Hua felt happy, but only for a moment, before instantly realizing something peculiar:

Where did the fasting pills come from?

The Great Wilderness has low Tao cultivation productivity, extremely backward alchemy technology, and scarce food and herbs.

A small amount of fasting pills alone wouldn’t be an issue.

How were these vast quantities of fasting pills produced?

Which tribe could produce so many fasting pills?

Mo Hua’s brows gradually furrowed.

He picked up a bottle of fasting pills from the heap, looked at the bottle containing the fasting pills, revealing a thoughtful expression.

The bottles were identical in appearance and seemed to be manufactured under a unified Taoist craftsmanship production line, completely white without any marking of origin or engraved pattern.

But the well-versed Mo Hua faintly sensed that these fasting pills seemed to be...

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