Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2827: Chapter 130: Elder She (2)

Putting aside others, even Chi Feng, the Barbarian General of the Danque Tribe at the Golden Core Middle Stage, who is quite accomplished in battle, has been ”brainwashed” so thoroughly? Could he have been cursed with black magic and lost his mind?

And...

Elder She looked toward the formidable Lugu beside him.

He had long heard of the ”collusion” between the Shugubu and Danque Tribes, but such ”collusion” should have been a ”coalition,” shouldn’t it?

Naturally, it is the strong who dictate alliances.

Yet now, Lugu, a dignified Shugu General, despite his indifferent expression, was clearly following the orders of this Foundation Establishment Shaman?

He is a Late Golden Core Stage General!

Isn’t this... just too bizarre?

Elder She couldn’t comprehend, nor could he truly understand what was going on in the minds of the people from Shugubu and the Danque Tribe.

Mo Hua was losing patience. He said to Elder She:

”Answer my questions. No rambling, or I’ll have someone crush your Golden Core.”

Elder She glanced at the two strong men, Chi Feng and Lugu, realizing that he had to yield, he nodded.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and asked, ”Why are you here?”

A hint of bitterness surfaced in Elder She’s expression, and he sighed, ”I was defeated and fled here.”

”Defeated?” Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. ”Your Bi Fang Tribe was defeated?”

Elder She nodded, ”Defeated by the Wujiu Tribe.”

Wujiu...

Mo Hua was momentarily stunned.

Chi Feng and Lugu exchanged glances and both furrowed their brows.

Mo Hua recalled the Barbarian General he had ordered killed, the Barbarian Soldiers slaughtered, and the hundred and fifty-odd Barbarian Horses confiscated, then asked Elder She:

”Is the Wujiu Tribe strong?”

Under the moonlight, Elder She’s face appeared pale, ”Very strong...”

”The Wujiu Tribe, with numerous strong soldiers, an overwhelming presence, and well-supplied troops, has sturdy Barbarian Armor and is additionally bolstered by Witch Cultivators who boost morale and Demon Cavalry charging into battle, and could very well be deemed as ’King’s Soldiers’...”

”Moreover, their Young Master... is quite strong as well.”

Mo Hua raised an eyebrow, ”The Young Master of Witch Vulture?”

”Yes.”

”How strong?”

Elder She couldn’t bring himself to say.

Mo Hua understood, ”Your Young Master Bi Jie was also defeated by the Young Master of Witch Vulture, wasn’t he?”

This remark struck at Elder She’s heart; his face changed, unable to vent his frustration, he could only sigh reluctantly:

”Young Master Bi Jie lasted only about ten rounds against the Young Master of Witch Vulture, before being struck off his horse with a single palm... defeated.”

Mo Hua asked, ”Is that Young Master of Witch Vulture at the Late Golden Core Stage?”

Elder She shook his head, ”The Young Master of Witch Vulture is at the Golden Core Middle Stage too.”

Mo Hua furrowed his brow; a Golden Core Middle Stage defeating another Golden Core Middle Stage in just a dozen rounds indicates an overwhelming strength.

And Bi Jie wasn’t just any mediocre fighter.

He has high talent, abundant battle experience, and ruthless tactics; although slightly inferior to Dan Zhu in aptitude, overall he would not be much different from Dan Zhu.

Such a person, in the same realm, lasting only ten rounds against the Young Master of Witch Vulture before losing?

Mo Hua’s brow knit tightly, and he further questioned Elder She, ”What makes the Young Master of Witch Vulture so much stronger than your Young Master Bi Jie?”

Elder She’s expression was grim, ”I truly do not know... That Young Master of Witch Vulture, seemed not to use any Magic Treasure, sheerly relying on his physical prowess to suppress Young Master Bi Jie’s strength. Barehandedly, he even caught Young Master Bi Jie’s treasure, the Fierce Blade; it’s truly... unthinkable...”

Recalling now, Elder She still felt somewhat awed.

Mo Hua’s expression was somber.

Flesh resisting Magic Treasure, barehanded catching the Fierce Blade?

Are there truly so many monstrous prodigies in this world?

Who exactly is this Young Master of the Wujiu Tribe?

”And then?” Mo Hua looked at Elder She, ”Was your Bi Fang Tribe completely wiped out?”

Elder She smiled bitterly, ”Not quite... My Bi Fang Tribe, being a Third Grade tribe, a single defeat doesn’t mean total annihilation.”

”But to some extent, we were indeed wounded critically; Young Master Bi Jie suffered serious injuries; several main divisions collapsed and dispersed, each seeking a place to settle down...”

Speaking of this, Elder She sighed with regret.

Mo Hua glared at Elder She, slowly asking, ”And what about you?”

”I...” Elder She’s gaze flickered, ”also lost and, to evade the Wujiu Tribe’s pursuit, had to flee southward, temporarily seeking refuge in a tribe here.”

”Since you’re seeking refuge in a tribe...” Mo Hua said slowly, ”why then are you harming a tribe’s Barbarian God?”

Elder She’s face changed slightly, yet he still replied, ”I don’t know what you... are talking about...”

Mo Hua asked again, ”Who taught you the formations you just drew? Those... Divine Tao Formations...”

Lugu and Chi Feng didn’t understand the reference.

But Elder She was greatly shocked, exclaiming, ”How do you know about Divine Formation?”

Mo Hua remained calm, ”I’m a Shaman.”

”No,” Elder She shook his head, ”Impossible, even as a Shaman, you cannot recognize a Divine Formation, unless...”

”Unless what?” Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened.

But Elder She pressed his lips together, seemingly unwilling to speak.

Mo Hua threatened, ”If you don’t speak, I’ll have Chi Feng crush your Golden Core.”

Chi Feng approached Elder She, looking fierce, but Elder She still bit down hard, his body trembling yet refusing to speak.

Mo Hua was somewhat surprised, ”Aren’t you afraid to die? Spending so many years cultivating a Golden Core isn’t easy, crushing it would be quite a waste.”

The one causing harm was him, while he spoke with false sympathy.

Elder She was furious with Mo Hua, but overwhelmed by circumstances, he could only smile bitterly and say:

”Of course I fear death, but this matter,I truly cannot speak of... If I do so, it would be worse than death.”

Mo Hua frowned, curious about what could possibly be worse than death.

Yet seeing Elder She’s face pale, he couldn’t truly push him to that extreme.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, feeling something was off, ”You said that even as a Shaman, recognizing a Divine Formation was impossible... But what about you? You’re not even a Shaman, how did you learn and manage to draw it?”

Elder She shook his head saying, ”I can’t draw it.”

Mo Hua’s gaze turned sharp, ”Just now you drew a Divine Formation right under my eyes, yet in a blink, you claim you can’t. Are you trying to deceive me?”

Elder She’s expression turned bitter, ”I truly cannot; such a terrifying thing, how could I possibly know, I... I merely take a shortcut...”

”Shortcut?”

Elder She clammed up again, silent as a stone.

Mo Hua deliberated, ”Perhaps the matter involving Shamans and Divine Formation concerns some legitimate inheritance in the Great Wilderness; if you dare not speak, I won’t blame you.”

”However, now, regarding this shortcut method you employed, if you won’t speak, don’t blame me for having someone crush your Golden Core.”

Mo Hua’s expression was sinister.

Constantly talking on about crushing Golden Cores.

Elder She sighed deeply and said helplessly, ”I... was taught by a ’Senior’...”

Mo Hua inquired, ”Senior? Which Senior?”

Elder She replied, ”I don’t know; he was tall and slender, shrouded in robes, seemingly skin and bones, with an unusual aura, his face and skin unclear, only mentioned having some ties to my ancestors, seeing me serve the Bi Fang Tribe, desiring to conspire for the Barbarian Tribes’ grand undertaking, granted me some ancient inheritance to assist me.”

”But my aptitude was dull; I couldn’t truly learn the inheritance in a formal manner.”

”That Senior mentioned having some Secret Technique, requiring only a sincere heart and firm faith to borrow strength from... ’Heaven,’ thereby obtaining extraordinary Divine Thought to draw Holy Patterns that bind gods and banish ghosts...”

Mo Hua furrowed his brow.

Why does this rhetoric feel so familiar?

Furthermore...

Tall and slender, shrouded in robes, seemingly skin and bones, unusual aura.

Borrowing telekinesis, drawing Divine Tao Formation, binding Barbarian God, causing its fall...

This figure, this rhetoric, this method, how does this person resemble...

Mr. Tu?

At this thought, the fog of causality suddenly cleared a bit, Mo Hua’s pupils trembled as he seemed to confirm his suspicion.

”Mr. Tu!”

Is it really Mr. Tu?!

He’s still alive?

He was struck by robbery thunder, yet didn’t die?!