The Quest for Immortality

At the Vermilion Bird Mountain branch, under a nameless small mountain, within the Acha Tribe’s settlement.

Mo Hua, Dan Zhu, and Bachuan were visiting.

Since entering the core of this Great Wilderness’s endgame, three days had already passed.

With tribes entrenched and the situation chaotic, Mo Hua couldn’t make any big moves for the time being. He could only find a desolate mountain nearby to settle the six thousand barbarian soldiers, leaving Lugu to stay there.

Chi Feng also remained behind to prevent Lugu from having any sinister thoughts.

He himself, along with Dan Zhu and Bachuan, disguised themselves as ordinary merchants, gathering information everywhere to understand the general situation.

In the past three days, they visited quite a number of tribes.

Most of the tribes during this period showed hostility towards them, with the Acha Tribe being a rare exception, friendly and welcoming.

At this moment, a young man named ”Ah Bu” from the Acha Tribe was pouring tea for Mo Hua.

The tea was bitter, brewed from some wild herbs on the mountain.

Mo Hua took a sip of the tea and said, ”... So you came from the Black Tortoise Mountain Realm?”

Ah Bu nodded, ”Yes, guest.”

He was around twenty years old, quite tall, with slightly dark skin and a friendly and bright smile on his face.

”We were lucky,” Ah Bu chattered familiarly, ”The Acha Tribe is just a small tribe, and we happened to migrate because of herding barbaric beasts, thus avoiding the famine. We then followed the road, wandering and wandering until we arrived here.”

Speaking of this, the young man named Ah Bu still felt lingering fear.

”It really is Heaven’s mercy, our Acha Tribe is just a small tribe, much stronger tribes than us starved to death, but we survived...”

Mo Hua looked at the honest and straightforward young man with a gentle expression and asked about matters of the Black Tortoise Mountain Realm.

However, Ah Bu was just a youth from a small tribe.

He only knew that some great mountains in the Great Wilderness were named after the ”Four Symbols,” and the place where the Acha Tribe had once been was adjacent to the Xuanwu Mountain Range. Beyond this information, with the limited knowledge of a small tribe, he didn’t know much more.

But from his few words, Mo Hua could estimate the general trend for now.

Currently, Uncle and the aristocratic families were playing chess, and the surviving barbarian cultivators from everywhere gathered together in a massive number, making the situation extremely complex.

And this place before his eyes, used by Uncle to encircle the ’livestock,’ was actually vast.

It was probably more than ten times the size of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

The conflicts within would also be exceedingly sharp.

Mo Hua sighed lightly in his heart, feeling momentarily at a loss as to where to start.

Just at this moment, the young man named Ah Bu timidly glanced at Mo Hua, asking, ”Guest, you’re... not an ordinary merchant, are you?”

Mo Hua asked him, ”Did you figure it out?”

Ah Bu glanced at Mo Hua, then at Dan Zhu beside him, and at the somewhat somber Bachuan.

He thought to himself that ordinary merchants wouldn’t have such appearance and demeanor, even the ”guard” looked intimidating.

Mo Hua said kindly, ”My identity is indeed somewhat special.”

Ah Bu nodded, hesitating as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Mo Hua asked him, ”What do you want to ask?”

Ah Bu shook his head, ”I shouldn’t inquire about your noble identity. If you tell me, then it’s something you can share. If you don’t, it means it’s inconvenient to say, so it’s better I remain unaware.”

His words were somewhat clumsy, but the meaning was quite clever.

Mo Hua looked at him for a moment, thought about it, and took out a leather book, handing it to him.

”Meeting is fate, I give you some barbaric wilderness cultivation techniques.”

Ah Bu was taken aback, quickly shaking his head, ”This... is too valuable, I... I can’t accept it.”

Mo Hua smiled faintly, ”Just some basic cultivation techniques.”

Ah Bu hesitated, struggling for a long time before accepting.

With scant inheritance in the small tribe, he, at over twenty years old, had aspirations of strengthening himself but didn’t know how to cultivate or advance his cultivation.

What Mo Hua gave him, despite being basic barbaric wilderness techniques, was already very valuable to Ah Bu.

Ah Bu received the cultivation techniques from Mo Hua with both hands, knelt on the ground, and said:

”Ah Bu, thanks his benefactor for the gift. I will repay the great kindness in the future.”

Of course, Mo Hua did not expect him to repay. .

Afterward, Mo Hua asked some questions, and after receiving the cultivation techniques from Mo Hua, Ah Bu treated Mo Hua with more respect, answering everything truthfully. For things he didn’t know, he even went out to ask the tribe’s elder and returned to report to Mo Hua.

After chatting for a while, as it was getting late, Mo Hua got up to leave.

Ah Bu was somewhat reluctant, continually thanking Mo Hua.

Mo Hua walked a few steps, looked back at Ah Bu, especially taking several more glances at the space between his brows, and eventually asked:

”Ah Bu, would you like to leave with me?”

Dan Zhu and Bachuan were a bit surprised.

Ah Bu also looked astonished, ”Leave?”

Mo Hua nodded, ”The world is too chaotic now. If you follow me, there might be something you can achieve. If you stay...”

Mo Hua looked at Ah Bu’s forehead, the faint hint of dark gray, and remained silent.

In recent times, he had seen this grayish-black ”sign of death” on the foreheads of most mid-sized and small tribe cultivators.

This sign of death wasn’t too evident, only visible because of the perilous environment with many ”fatal” factors and too much uncertainty, thus appearing and disappearing, vague and uncertain.

There was a possibility of death, though it wasn’t certain to result in death.

Ah Bu was clearly tempted, but after some thought, he shook his head in the end, ”I still have my grandpa and sister to take care of. If I’m not there, no one will take care of them.”

”Hmm,” Mo Hua nodded gently, not pressuring him.