Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1590: Chapter 837: Hatred (Part 3)

There might be many people, it’s hard to calculate...

Then it can only be those ”related to Ye Jin...”

Mo Hua tossed the copper coins again, this time the divination was much simpler. Three coins formed a line, with white threads of cause and effect floating above.

Was it pointing to a... direction?

Mo Hua guessed and felt that his calculation should be correct.

He put away the copper coins, paid for the tea, and left the teahouse, following the direction indicated by the white threads of cause and effect on the copper coins, moving straight ahead.

He passed through streets, crossed the market town, reached the dock, and moved past rows of colorful spirit boats, where the threads eventually settled before a noticeably smaller and somewhat old boat where the aura remained dense and unmoving.

Mo Hua looked up and examined it carefully.

This boat had no obvious markings, unknown if it belonged to any sect or family.

Moreover, this boat was evidently quite old, with a somewhat outdated layout, originally not meant for what it was used for now, temporarily remodeled into a leisure boat.

Among the numerous ornate boats, this one was quite unremarkable.

At this time, people were crossing paths, some boarding the boat, others disembarking, requiring tokens for access.

”Is there a connection of cause and effect with Senior Sister Ye Jin on this boat?”

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

The boat had an Expose Shadow Formation, and without a token, he couldn’t mix in, so he found a teahouse nearby, sat down, and drank tea while observing for a while.

After about an hour, as Mo Hua drank tea, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and looking up, he saw a green-clothed cultivator disembarking from the boat.

This man was of middle age, with a cultivation status around Foundation Establishment Peak, half-white hair, calm demeanor, indifferent gaze, but with a hint of sorrow and stubbornness in his eyes.

Passing cultivators all greeted him politely.

He returned the gestures one by one.

”Water Yama?” Mo Hua’s eyes glinted sharply, then he thought, ”Seems not...”

Water Yama had an arm cut by Uncle Gu and was seriously injured.

But this green-clothed cultivator had no wounds on him.

His aura was also different from Water Yama’s.

While thinking, the green-clothed cultivator disembarked and went straight into a nearby restaurant.

Mo Hua hesitated a moment, then followed, seeing the green-clothed cultivator go alone to the second floor, entering a private room as if discussing business, shortly after which two other cultivators came down.

These two, though in plain clothes, radiated strong water spiritual power Mo Hua could perceive.

”They’re from Gui Water Sect...”

And these two, as they walked, murmured:

”This old thing, renting his boat without bargaining...”

”...swindling a tidy sum...”

Seemingly discussing some sort of deal.

Their voices were low, but Mo Hua still heard them.

After they left, Mo Hua pondered for a bit, and formulated a plan in his mind.

He stood up, went upstairs to the private room of the green-clothed cultivator, and without pretense, directly pushed the door open.

Inside the room, the green-clothed cultivator frowning in thought, on seeing the room abruptly opened and himself interrupted, showed slight anger.

But upon seeing Mo Hua’s face, he was taken aback.

”Young sir, we seem to... not know each other?”

The green-clothed cultivator’s gaze deepened.

”Knowing or not is not important, we’re acquainted now...”

Mo Hua spoke directly without nonsense, ”I would like to ask you for a little favor.”

The green-clothed cultivator frowned deeply, asking tentatively: ”What favor?”

Mo Hua replied slowly: ”Take me aboard, I’m going where you are headed tonight.”

The green-clothed cultivator changed his expression, immediately sneering:

”Young sir, don’t joke, Ye’s boat is already full and cannot carry more.”

With that, he flung his sleeve, intending to leave.

Mo Hua raised a brow, speaking in a deep voice: ”Ye Hong!”

The green-clothed cultivator paused, turned to look at Mo Hua, gaze solemnly: ”You know Ye?”

Then he pondered briefly, realizing in his mind.

If he didn’t know him, he couldn’t have come so openly.

He examined Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua wasn’t wearing a sect Taoist robe, only ordinary clothes, though simply dressed, his face was handsome as jade, gaze clear as water, and his air was unusual, not inferior to him who served as an elder in the family for years.

The green-clothed cultivator knew this young man, with an unclear background, wasn’t someone easy to provoke, so he said:

”Even if sir knows Ye, it doesn’t matter, the boat is already full, can’t take others, young sir sees to yourself, Ye bids farewell...”

The green-clothed cultivator gave a perfunctory bow, stood and left.

Without looking at Mo Hua, eyes straight ahead, as he moved past Mo Hua, almost out of the private room, he heard Mo Hua’s cold voice from behind:

”Your pair of children, all dead, aren’t they...”

The green-clothed cultivator’s body shook, suddenly turning back, eyes red as he looked at Mo Hua, voice trembling:

”You... who exactly are you?”

Mo Hua calmly replied: ”Do you want revenge?”

The green-clothed cultivator suppressed his emotions, calmly said:

”Life and death are natural, with life comes death, for all humanity. My pair of children merely left before me...”

Mo Hua said: ”Your son died on Mistwater River, the boat was capsized, throat slit, and was dismembered and eaten by a water demon...”

”Your daughter died in the sect. She lit a great fire, burning herself alive, intending to turn into a fierce ghost to seek revenge against those who wronged her...”

Mo Hua’s words cut into the man’s heart like daggers.

The man clenched his fists, nails digging into his flesh, eventually sighed, indifferently said:

”They’re all dead already, speaking of this serves no purpose, I’m just lingering to end my remaining days...”

”No,” Mo Hua shook his head, looking at the green-clothed cultivator, silently said: ”You want revenge.”

He could perceive the deep anger and boundless hatred in the man’s divine soul.

Middle-aged, bereaved of both children.

This unwilling hatred, red as blood.

The green-clothed cultivator, his hidden thoughts exposed by Mo Hua, his expression drastically changed, eyes even showing a hint of killing intent.

Mo Hua, however, calmly said: ”Not trusting me, you’ll never avenge in your lifetime.”

Never avenge in a lifetime...

Never avenge in your lifetime!!

This sentence seemed to infuriate the green-clothed cultivator, his expression angered, the long-suppressed malice surged, even disrupting his sanity.

In an instant, his eyes were full of blood threads, fiercely looking at Mo Hua, as if taking him for an enemy.

Mo Hua showed no emotion, eyes briefly flashing with a golden sword light.

In just a moment of eye contact with this sword light, the green-clothed cultivator’s long-suppressed killing intent and malice disintegrated like an avalanche.

He only felt a piercing pain in his divine sense, his mind muddled.

But Mo Hua’s hand was light, stopping at an appropriate point, and soon enough, the man regained his senses, malice dissipated, and his mind cleared.

He glanced at Mo Hua with lingering fear, eyes full of deep apprehension:

”You... who are you?”

Mo Hua maintained a calm demeanor, saying nothing.

The man, perceiving Mo Hua’s reluctance to reveal his identity, asked no more.

Then he furrowed his brows, hesitating for a long while, finally heaving a deep sigh, slowly said:

”Alright, if I can avenge my unjustly dead children, I can do anything...”