The Quest for Immortality

He inquired about the Chieftain of the Chasing Cloud Tribe and discovered that this Chieftain had a violent temper and poor character.

Throughout the Chasing Cloud Tribe, he was the Chieftain and a Golden Core cultivator, holding a high position and unmatched strength, his word was law.

He was skilled in wielding a whip as a magic treasure; if the horse was disobedient, he would strike it harshly.

His treatment of people was the same; if anyone defied him and displeased him, regardless of their closeness, he would raise his whip and lash them like he did with his horse.

Sometimes, he would even drunkenly whip a tribesman to death.

His authority as Chieftain in the tribe was immense; nobody dared to oppose him.

Mo Hua felt a surge of murderous intent but, upon reflection, realized it wasn’t that simple.

No matter how bad the Chieftain of the Chasing Cloud Tribe was, he was still the Chieftain, and to the tribesmen, he was their ”Commander.”

As an outsider, killing the Chieftain would be interfering in the tribe’s internal affairs.

Even without a ”tyrant,” the tribesmen might not necessarily be grateful to him.

If it were just any tribe, Mo Hua wouldn’t care about these things.

But for the people of the Chasing Cloud Tribe, he needed to give a reason for them to sincerely ”submit.”

Mo Hua furrowed his brow slightly and then sighed.

”It’s a pity... ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ cannot be used...”

Not to mention using it recklessly and on a large scale. Otherwise, just planting devil in their hearts would make them submit.

The Chieftain of the Chasing Cloud Tribe was guilty anyway; direct manipulation of his Divine Sense would suffice.

But ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ was an exclusive spell of his Uncle.

Now, his Uncle’s sword was hanging over his head, and using his spell recklessly would bring trouble upon himself.

Once bitten by a snake, he’s afraid of the rope for ten years. Mo Hua had suffered great losses at his Uncle’s hands, so how could he not be cautious?

”To use ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’... to manipulate others’ Divine Senses...”

Mo Hua pondered this and suddenly froze, realizing a problem:

”Why do I habitually think about learning from my Uncle to ’manipulate’ others?”

”Wouldn’t I be... following my Uncle’s path?”

”If I continue this way, wouldn’t I become more and more like my Uncle?”

It’s fine to follow his Uncle’s path temporarily since, in the way of Divine Thought, his Uncle was far superior to him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But he couldn’t always follow his Uncle’s path, otherwise, wouldn’t he become the next Gui Tao?

Without waiting for his Uncle to assimilate him, he’d assimilate himself first.

No, that’s not right...

Mo Hua frowned.

”But if I don’t use ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’...”

Mo Hua thought long and hard and couldn’t help but come to another problem.

’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ was a method of Divine Sense, capable of planting a Demon Seed to ”manipulate” others’ minds, changing their perceptions.

However...

Why forcefully ”manipulate”?

If one could see through people’s hearts and exploit the flaws in human nature, ”persuading” others to achieve one’s goals...

Isn’t that the same outcome as ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’?

If done this way, would it be possible to...

Circumvent the spell point barrier of ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ and directly achieve his goal?

Mo Hua’s gaze became slightly darker.

In a certain sense, this was also understanding the ”law” through ”skill,” wasn’t it?

Once the Divine Thought principle of ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart’ was understood, abandoning the fixed thought of ”skill,” one could use powerful Divine Thought to see through people’s hearts and use normal language to influence others’ cognitions?

In this way, the effect surely wouldn’t be as strong as Uncle’s ’Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.’

But it would be more natural, more inconspicuous.

Moreover, without the obvious trace of ”skill,” others couldn’t detect it, making it difficult to guard against, and his Uncle shouldn’t be able to notice either.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua turned his deep gaze toward the Chasing Cloud Tribe, gaining insight into everyone in the tribe.

The Chieftain of the Chasing Cloud Tribe won’t do, his temperament is irritable, stubborn, and he doesn’t listen to reason.

The Chief Elder of the Chasing Cloud Tribe is too old, his eyes are murky, and his thoughts are hard to grasp, making it difficult to start.

Other key individuals...

The Chieftain’s eldest son of the Chasing Cloud Tribe is capable but of poor disposition, not worth much use.

The second son is very cunning and not worth utilizing.

The Chieftain’s third son of the Chasing Cloud Tribe is the most inconspicuous, his disposition dull, often subjected to his father’s beatings and reprimands, yet he remains silent, seemingly compliant, but his gaze is different...

Mo Hua made up his mind.

He then concealed himself and observed the Chieftain’s third son of the Chasing Cloud Tribe for two days in its entirety.

Finally, in a deserted moment, he appeared before the Chieftain’s third son of the Chasing Cloud Tribe in a ghostly manner.

At this time, the third son was being punished and whipped by his father, hiding alone in a room, using a rough medicinal herb to apply to his whip marks, like a solitary beast licking its wounds silently in an unpeopled corner, bearing the loneliness and pain.

So when Mo Hua suddenly appeared, he was startled, his face turning pale.

Mo Hua glanced at the wounds on his body and asked blandly, ”What is your name?”

The boy was silent for a moment, then hoarsely said:

”Chi Ju...”

He seemed to know who Mo Hua was, hesitated for a moment, yet still revealed his name.

”Chi Ju...” Mo Hua slightly raised an eyebrow, ”Is this a human name or a horse’s name?”

The youth named Chi Ju said:

”In the Chasing Cloud Tribe, people grow up with horses, they aren’t much different from each other. What people eat, horses eat too. If horses get beaten...”

People get beaten as well...

Mo Hua looked at Chi Ju, his eyes clear and profound like a deep pool, seemingly seeing through all the thoughts of this silent boy, and asked: