The Quest for Immortality

Meanwhile, he could also scoop some benefits for himself.

He didn’t know how long he had waited, and Mo Hua was already getting a bit impatient when he thought the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons lacked the manpower to send a steward.

On the Spirit Vision Formation, a new figure finally appeared.

In the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, a ”newcomer” had arrived.

This was also a tall figure—a demon cultivator’s stature, mostly tall, except for demon cultivators of the canine and serpentine type.

Moreover, this figure’s aura was very thick and quite peculiar.

Just one look, and it was apparent it was different from other demon cultivators.

Strangely enough, Mo Hua felt that this figure was very familiar.

But how could it be familiar?

With suspicion in his heart, Mo Hua decided to take a closer look.

This new ”steward” directly went to the stone chamber where the previous ”Master Xiong” resided and brazenly settled down there.

As for Master Xiong, he had been observed by Mo Hua before.

Everything Master Xiong did was under Mo Hua’s control.

This new steward, having taken over Master Xiong’s position, naturally fell into Mo Hua’s ”surveillance net.”

Mo Hua followed the Formation Pivot channel and effortlessly reached the steward’s stone chamber. From a hole he had secretly dug in the stone wall corner before, he stuck his head out to look down.

After watching for a moment, Mo Hua was suddenly taken aback.

Looking at this person’s face, it seemed to be...

Jin Gui?

That person, quite some time ago, who brought Sever Gold Sect disciples to Refining Demon Mountain, bullying others with their power, snatching away his pig-headed demon, only to be then snatched back by him.

Not only that...

He seemed to remember stripping him of his clothes, drawing a turtle, and hanging him on a tree.

Mo Hua had drawn a turtle on him, he wouldn’t forget.

”Ah, so a good Sect Disciple he did not want to be, instead running off to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons to become a demon cultivator without even pretending, really got his head squeezed by a door frame...”

It’s just...

Mo Hua was a bit puzzled.

How did this Jin Gui become so tall?

His build had also grown a lot stronger, and his overall aura had changed.

Turning into a demon cultivator... could even make one grow taller?

For a moment, Mo Hua even felt a bit envious, almost wavering in his Taoist Heart.

He quickly shook his head, firming his conviction:

”Even if it could make me grow taller, I cannot abandon my principles and become a demon cultivator who is neither human nor demon!”

Moreover, Jin Gui’s growth must have been forced like sprouting a seedling too suddenly, he definitely won’t grow any taller in the future, unlike myself, who still has great potential!

Mo Hua nodded.

Then his eyes gleamed slightly.

Jin Gui... Sever Gold Sect...

Now the evidence was solid, virtually nailed down, they couldn’t deny it even if they wanted to.

The Sever Gold Sect, one of the Twelve Streams, had committed such a grave mistake.

They were in for a big trouble...

The question was, how many Sever Gold Sect disciples were there inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and to what extent were they involved?

Also, the establishment of this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, with such long-term planning, such large scale, consuming so much manpower and material power, perhaps there were still some plots hidden within that he was unaware of...

Mo Hua looked on with doubt in his eyes.

He pondered further and shrunk back a bit more, planning to keep an eye on Jin Gui for any clues.

Jin Gui sat in the steward’s position, pondering over something, his facial expressions changing from gloomy to angry to jealous.

Suddenly recalling something, he sneered with a face full of satisfaction.

After a while, Jin Gui summoned a demon cultivator, commanding:

”Take me to the prison.”

The demon cultivator looked at Jin Gui briefly and said in a low voice: ”Yes...”

Yet this response was clearly not very respectful.

Demonic nature was hard to tame, inherently unruly, not to mention Jin Gui as this ”newly arrived” steward seemed to have not been a demon for long.

This slight disdain did not escape Jin Gui’s notice.

Jin Gui was slightly angry, his eyes turning red immediately, with demonic power surging around him.

A wave of demonic power intimidation spread forth.

The demon cultivator’s body trembled at once, feeling his ”bloodline” seemed suppressed, eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.

He was reluctant but dared not to act recklessly, quickly bowing his head and cupping his hands, saying:

”Please calm down, steward, I will take you there now.”

This line was considerably more respectful.

Jin Gui snorted coldly inwardly.

Whether human or demon, at the core, they’re just wretched creatures ingratiating themselves to the powerful.

Mo Hua, however, was stunned.

This demonic power on Jin Gui seemed somewhat special?

What peculiar Four Symbols Monster Pattern was inscribed on him?

He didn’t recall ever sensing this kind of Four Symbols Demon Array aura inside the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

”Top-grade stuff...”

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened as he thought silently to himself.

In the stone chamber, under the intimidation of Jin Gui’s aura, that demon cultivator was obediently hunched over, leading the way ahead, guiding Jin Gui to the prison where Little Wood and the others were held.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and decided to follow and take a look.

He crawled along the Formation Pivot channel towards the prison and felt a slight relief in his heart too.

Fortunately, he was weak and short-statured.

If he were a big guy like Cheng Mo, he might not have been able to crawl through this narrow channel.

The Formation Pivot channels connected in all directions.

The corridor outside was instead winding and circuitous.

Therefore, Mo Hua reached the prison where Little Wood and the others were first.

A moment later, Jin Gui arrived as well.

The guiding demon cultivator took out a key and opened the iron door of the prison. Jin Gui, with his tall stature and full of monster qi, walked in arrogantly.

Inside the prison, Ouyang Mu and the others were taken aback.

Then Song Jian suddenly exclaimed: ”Jin Gui?! Is it really you!”

Jin Gui sneered.

Song Jian looked at Jin Gui, his expression shocked and somewhat incredulous, trembling as he spoke: ”You... how did you become this monstrosity? What... exactly have you done?”

Jin Gui grinned, ”Young Master Song, you used to look down on me, but now things have changed. You’re in my hands, and whether you live or die in the future, is entirely under my control...”