The Quest for Immortality

A sudden voice sounded by his ear, and the mysterious, sinister black-robed Cultivator was instantly startled. He looked up and saw, in the darkness of night, a pair of eyes bright as blazing stars, gazing at him with deep, unfathomable calm, making him feel as if he were nothing more than an ant.

Terror sprouted from the depths of his heart.

The black-robed Cultivator’s hand trembled, his brush slipped, and the Formation he had painstakingly drawn halfway was instantly ruined.

The black-robed Cultivator felt both pained and enraged. He suddenly steadied himself and sensed the aura of the person speaking behind him, discovering that although this aura was strange and abyssal, the Spiritual Power leaking out was weak—actually only Foundation Establishment. His anger flared even higher at once.

”A little Foundation Establishment brat dares ruin my grand affair! Courting death!”

The black-robed Cultivator immediately waved his right hand, flinging out a clump of green light. Poisonous miasma coiled sinisterly toward Mo Hua, intending to dissolve Mo Hua’s flesh.

Mo Hua tapped his foot, sliding back three steps, then pointed at the black-robed Cultivator and said, ”Catch him.”

The black-robed Cultivator froze, then let out a cold laugh. ”Who do you think you are? You say ’catch me’ and you think you can just—”

But before the words landed, a tall figure shot out from the darkness, spear blazing like fire, thrusting straight at the black-robed Cultivator.

”Golden Core Middle Stage?!”

The black-robed Cultivator’s face changed drastically. He immediately took out a green poison cauldron, and after activating it, it released smoke almost tangible, which he tried to use to shroud himself.

But Chi Feng was faster by a step. The flaming spear pierced through the green poisonous miasma, directly skewering the black-robed Cultivator’s arm. With a muffled groan, the poison cauldron dropped to the ground, its Magic Treasure power broken.

The black-robed Cultivator gritted his teeth and cursed, ”Bastard!”

He chanted an incantation, recalled the poison cauldron, then crushed a Bone Talisman with his left hand. Amid gusts of sinister wind, he was about to pull out and flee.

But as he turned around, he crashed straight into someone’s chest.

This person’s build was tall and his body hard as steel. The black-robed Cultivator lifted his head, his expression horrified:

”Lugu?!”

Lugu seized the opening and threw a punch like a mountain collapse, smashing down toward the black-robed Cultivator.

With Lugu at close quarters, the black-robed Cultivator had no time to activate any Magic Treasure. He instinctively raised both arms to block, and with two cracking sounds, both arms were shattered by Lugu’s blow.

The black-robed Cultivator clenched his teeth and let out a howl of pain.

Lugu clamped a hand around his neck, then drove another punch into his lower abdomen, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing the man captured, Mo Hua finally relaxed. He swept his gaze around and saw that all around the idol were piles of flesh for sacrifice, human blood splashed over the statue, and a Divine Tao Formation half-drawn on the ground.

Using a Divine Tao Formation to imprison a Barbarian God.

Using living flesh to defile its divine nature and lure it into corruption.

Sometimes it was hard to say whether humans or Evil Gods were the true source of all evil.

Mo Hua had Chi Feng dismantle all the nearby sacrificial rites. The half-drawn Divine Tao Formation was also smeared out by Mo Hua.

The corruption ritual was stopped, the Formation erased, and the Evil Thoughts in the air began to gradually thin.

As for the Barbarian God of this small tribe...

Mo Hua cast a glance at the crude idol of the tiny tribal deity before him, and estimated that such a ”little Barbarian God,” even if eaten, wouldn’t be enough to get stuck between his teeth.

Besides, he hadn’t brought Iron Skill Bone along, so there was no one to dance and open the door for him.

This Barbarian God hadn’t truly fallen into an Evil God yet, and didn’t have the ability to weave its own nightmares and open its own door.

Eating it would be quite a hassle.

”Forget it...”

Mo Hua murmured to himself.

Besides, there was something more important to do right now.

Mo Hua glanced at the black-robed Cultivator being carried in Lugu’s hand like a chick, and was certain this man must be hiding plenty of secrets.

”Let’s pull out first,” Mo Hua said.

”Mm.” Chi Feng nodded.

Lugu still didn’t speak, but he also obeyed Mo Hua’s words and withdrew.

After the three left, the Barbarian Cultivators of the small tribe remained deep in their dreams, apparently drugged by that black-robed Cultivator. Even the huge commotion from Golden Core experts clashing hadn’t awakened them.

And inside the idol, a scrawny Barbarian God bowed from afar in Mo Hua’s direction.

It was to thank Mo Hua for the favor of ”not eating” it.

And to thank him for saving its life.

...

In the nearby woods, Mo Hua pointed with a finger and casually set up a few Formations to isolate sight and sound, then had Chi Feng awaken that black-robed Cultivator.

Chi Feng walked up to the black-robed Cultivator and tore off his hood, his expression shifting slightly.

Mo Hua asked, ”You know him?”

Chi Feng nodded. ”He’s a Golden Core Elder of the Bi Fang Tribe. Many of the vicious poisons in the Bi Fang Tribe are made by his hand. Gentleman, you should have seen him too—back in the Shugu Skill Department, when we were fighting Bi Jie...”

With that reminder, Mo Hua suddenly recalled.

Back when he had clashed with Bi Jie several times, there were many occasions when Bi Jie was stirred into a rage by him, only to be suppressed by a certain Elder in the crowd with just a look.

It was just that, back then, that Elder had mingled within the crowd, eyes gloomy, with a typical old Cultivator’s face from the Barbaric Wilderness. Mo Hua was a bit ”face-blind” and hadn’t paid much attention to remember him.

On top of that, this was nighttime and the man was dressed in black robes, so Mo Hua hadn’t recognized him at first glance.

Mo Hua then asked Chi Feng, ”What’s this man called?”

Chi Feng said, ”In the Bi Fang Tribe, they call him... Elder She.”

”Elder She?”

Mo Hua was slightly surprised. He felt that Elder She’s name, especially that ”She” character, was a little off. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before...

The black-robed Elder She slowly woke at this moment and raised his head to look at Mo Hua’s face.

Under the moonlight, he also recognized the identity of this Foundation Establishment youth who had ruined his grand affair.

”You are... that fake Witch?!”

Mo Hua’s expression darkened.

Chi Feng slapped Elder She across the face and barked, ”Impudent! How dare you be disrespectful to the Gentleman?!”

Several of Elder She’s teeth were knocked out. Covering his face, he stared at Chi Feng in disbelief.

A Foundation Establishment Realm Witch?

Was that something anyone could really believe?