The Quest for Immortality

The night was deep and dark, and the dense forest was deathly silent.

The tall demon cultivator was beheaded by Xun Ziyou with one sword, falling straight to the ground, taking his last breath.

Blood was pooling all over the place.

Mo Hua wasn’t frightened at all; instead, his divine sense was sharp, and his gaze pierced through, scanning the demon cultivator’s entire body. Then he found a storage bag and a jade slip from him.

Finally, Mo Hua pondered for a moment and also tore off the black robe from the demon cultivator’s body.

All these things were stained with blood.

Mo Hua wiped them clean briefly and then searched through the storage bag.

Most of the items inside the storage bag were things the demon cultivator carried with him.

Some blood abnormality pills, made with unknown flesh.

A few spiritual artifacts—legitimate ones, seemingly used by the big demon cultivator before his demonization, kept as a memento, not willing to discard.

In addition, there were some bones and a pile of jerky made from unknown meat.

Lastly, there were cultivation technique manuals and a Demon Path jade slip.

Mo Hua held the demon technique manual and was just about to open it, but in a blink of an eye, his hands were empty.

Xun Ziyou snatched the demon technique manual from Mo Hua’s hand, ”The Monster Gate’s Evil Path, it’s not good stuff. Children shouldn’t look.”

”Oh...”

Mo Hua lowered his head and thought about rummaging through the storage bag again.

But in the next moment, the storage bag was also snatched away by Xun Ziyou.

”These are also not good things. Don’t learn bad habits...”

Xun Ziyou said with a cautious expression.

Mo Hua, being young, looked like a little boy, but in Xun Ziyou’s eyes, he was just a child.

Children have strong curiosity.

Such a promising Formation Master seedling.

What if he really was here, caught a glimpse of demon monster techniques, and out of curiosity planted a demon thought, leading to a future stray path or falling into the Demon Path.

That indeed would be an unpardonable offense for me.

Even if the Ancestor didn’t skin me alive, I would regret it for life.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly and went to look at the letter token.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he immediately retracted it, and put away the letter token, giving a wary glance at Xun Ziyou, afraid he might snatch it again.

This time, Xun Ziyou felt embarrassed to snatch again, and said:

”You look first.”

Only then did Mo Hua nod, and his divine sense delved into the letter token, silently reading it.

Inside the letter token, the latest line appeared:

”There’s a traitor, quick...”

This line was left by that tall demon cultivator before his death, unfinished and unsent.

Of course, it could never be sent out.

Mo Hua immediately erased it.

Besides this, there was some other information.

Mo Hua briefly glanced over and found mostly were recent ”instructions” from some demon cultivators:

For instance, ”On the sixteenth of this month, Valley of Ten Thousand Demons opens, White Bone Dao appears, all demon cultivators must enter the valley without delay.”

”Mission: Black Ox Demon, three, dead.”

”Mission: Blue Mystery Fox, one, alive.”

”Note: Mission failure, subjected to punishment in the Demon Refining Pot for three days.”

”If daring to desert, offering to the Demon Refining Diagram, suffering the bites of ten thousand demons, divine soul extinguished...”

...

”Demon Refining Pot? Demon Refining Diagram?”

Mo Hua was startled.

”What’s this pot thing?”

”And this diagram, could it be...”

Mo Hua’s eyes slightly brightened, silently taking note in his heart.

”What did you see?”

Beside him, Xun Ziyou saw Mo Hua’s eyes spinning with some ”bad idea” and couldn’t help asking.

”Nothing much...”

Mo Hua whispered.

He couldn’t possibly say ”I’m hungry” or such things...

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then handed the letter token to Xun Ziyou, ”Elder, you take a look too.”

Xun Ziyou took it, swept through with his divine sense, and his gaze became slightly heavy.

This group of demon cultivators was indeed organized, even with quite strict rules.

But he was also a bit puzzled.

This information seemed quite ordinary; why did Mo Hua have bright eyes with even a bit of... excitement?

A bit strange...

Xun Ziyou looked up and saw Mo Hua was taking out pen, magnetic ink, Formation Paper from the storage bag, along with a set of strange array plates, and couldn’t help but be taken aback:

”What are you doing?”

”In the letter token, there are residual magnetic flow traces, probably some ’chat records’ from before that have been erased. I’ll simply restore it...”

Mo Hua said nonchalantly.

Xun Ziyou opened his mouth.

Yuan magnetic traces...

This kid, even understands Yuan Magnetic Formation?

And... ”simply” restore it?!

Is this a ”simple” matter?

Xun Ziyou’s gaze was solemn.

Even though he didn’t understand the precise techniques of formations, he had acquaintances with many Formation Masters from the Heaven Shu Pavilion and knew a bit of the principles.

”Restoring” Yuan Magnetic Formation Patterns is fundamentally different from drawing Yuan Magnetic Formation.

Restoring magnetic patterns, the core is the secondary thunder flow.

This involves the application of the ”nature” of original magnets and is an alternative derivation of ”Thunder Patterns.”

Xun Ziyou pondered for a while and asked silently:

”Is this also taught by Xun the old... Ancestor?”

Mo Hua blinked, ”Otherwise? Could it be that I figured it out myself?”

Xun Ziyou considered for a moment and nodded:

”Makes sense.”

Without the Ancestor’s personal guidance, how could these things be learned?

Then Mo Hua began to work on restoring the unfixed magnetic patterns.

He deftly disassembled the letter token, replicated the fixed magnetic patterns, sensed and recorded the secondary thunder patterns, and reconstructed the framework of the Yuan Magnetic Formation in the letter token. This way, bit by bit, he restored the erased unfixed magnetic patterns in the letter token and finally re-presented them as text through magnetic ink...

Beside him, Xun Ziyou didn’t understand but was greatly shocked.

If Mo Hua didn’t look so young, he might even think it was some ”white-haired and youthful-faced” elder from the Heaven Shu Pavilion who was deconstructing the principles of Yuan Magnetic Formation for him...

Just like that, in the letter token, the ”chat records” of the demon cultivators were gradually restored by Mo Hua.