The Quest for Immortality

In the entire Taixu Gate, no one yet knows what kind of spell point Mo Hua has secretly learned.

Mo Hua feels like he has veered off course again.

But this time, the deviation isn’t much, just a little.

The Soul-Shocking Sword remains the Soul-Shocking Sword.

The Blood Prison Pupil remains the Blood Prison Pupil.

It’s just that the two have borrowed from each other and fused a bit.

Mo Hua pondered for a bit, thinking that nobody had probably practiced like this before.

It makes sense, since Divine Thought into Sword is the sect-protecting inheritance of Taixu Gate, and the Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil is an extremely secret pupil skill not passed on by the Water Prison Sect except to the Sect Leader.

Previously, no one could have obtained both inheritances at the same time.

As for the fusion of sword technique and pupil skill, it looks simple, but it involves many ways of changing the Divine Sense, and even includes some techniques of ”Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.” Besides the Uncle who has immersed himself in this for a long time, there aren’t many who could master it.

Mo Hua felt like he had ”created” a very powerful Taoist Skill, and was elated for the following few days.

He really wanted to find someone to test the power of his Soul-Shocking Sword... no, now it should be called ”Seven Souls Shocking God Sword.”

But looking around, he saw no opponent.

He couldn’t just find a fellow disciple in the sect to spar with.

This Soul-Shocking Sword contains the power of killing in the Divine Soul.

If he accidentally injured the Divine Soul of any of his Junior Brothers while sparring, that would be problematic.

After all, his Junior Brothers couldn’t compare with him; their Divine Souls are quite fragile.

Mo Hua sighed, feeling a bit regretful.

On this day, Mo Hua was eating in the dining hall, gnawing on a chicken leg while pondering the usage of the Soul-Shocking Sword, when suddenly Situ Jian came in with Yu Er.

Yu Er seemed frightened, looking distressed, his face pale.

Situ Jian was continuously comforting him on the side.

Mo Hua was stunned at the sight, and then his expression darkened.

Someone dared to bully Yu Er in Taixu Gate?

Mo Hua was a bit incredulous.

Among the disciples of the same cohort, Mo Hua is the ”Junior Brother.”

The other disciples also knew that Yu Er was ”mixed” with Mo Hua, being Mo Hua’s little follower, and usually treated Yu Er kindly, naturally not daring to bully him.

The Junior Brothers and Sisters from the lower cohort, having just joined not long ago and busy familiarizing themselves with various matters and cultivation courses at the Mountain Gate, were probably too dizzy themselves to dare bullying Yu Er, who obviously seems to have a ”prominent background.”

The Senior Brothers and Sisters from the higher cohort, in theory, wouldn’t be so childish as to bully Yu Er, a child.

Besides, they have the upcoming Dao discourse conference and are too busy themselves.

Of course, if it was really them who acted...

Mo Hua thought about it and wasn’t afraid at all.

He has some network among the Senior Brothers and Sisters too.

Even without using his network, he isn’t afraid to fight.

Even the Senior Brothers and Sisters from a higher cohort are just in the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation; with proper planning, he has plenty of ways to deal with them.

And then, there’s the Sect Elders.

If it really were Sect Elders making things difficult for Yu Er... then he’d go find Elder Master Xun to ”complain!”

Mo Hua quickly ran through all the possibilities in his mind, felt that there was nothing to fear, and then confidently asked:

”What’s going on?”

Situ Jian sighed, ”It’s a dog.”

Mo Hua was left dumbfounded.

He pondered for a long time, and never imagined that the one bullying Yu Er would be a dog.

How absurd!

To be safe, Mo Hua still asked, ”Whose dog is this?”

Situ Jian shook his head, ”I don’t know whose it is, it doesn’t look like it has an owner, tied outside a secluded, waterside library in the north, probably used as a guard.”

Mo Hua nodded.

Then there’s nothing to fear.

Just a mere guard dog.

Situ Jian glanced at Yu Er, feeling a bit sorry:

”Yu Er finished his homework and was playing outside, seemingly chasing a mystical crane drinking water, and happened to run outside that library. The guard dog, initially dozing, suddenly woke up for some reason, bared its teeth, and viciously tried to bite Yu Er, looking savage. Yu Er was caught off guard and got scared.”

”Luckily, the dog was chained; otherwise, in its fury, it might have injured Yu Er.”

”I was just passing by, witnessed it, and brought Yu Er back...”

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly barking at Yu Er?

He turned his head, saw Yu Er still looking frightened, face pale, gently patted his head, and said:

”Don’t be afraid, it’s just a mere guard dog, I’ll get back at it for you!”

Situ Jian felt a bit helpless.

This Junior Brother of his, stays calm amidst big matters. At critical moments, he’s indeed calm, thoughtful, and very reliable.

But also, from time to time, he’s just a bit... ”childish.”

It’s just a guard dog, what scene can there be to reclaim?

Situ Jian sighed.

Mo Hua didn’t care about any of that, instructed Situ Jian to take good care of Yu Er, and stormed off to the library alone.

The entire map of Taixu Mountain is roughly in his mind.

He had a bit of an impression of that library indeed.

However, its location is secluded, the environment tranquil, and it’s not along the paths where disciples go for their classes or cultivation, so very few people visit there.

But Mo Hua didn’t remember any big dog in front of the library.

Of course, it could have been there, but he had overlooked it.

Arriving in front of the library, the pavilion and halls, with a serene little pond.

Cranes are raised in the pond, koi swim in the water, alongside some golden phoenixes and spirit rabbits, a scene full of mystical energy.

But these weren’t the focus.

Raising his eyes, Mo Hua saw in front of the library a big dog shackled by a gold thread chain.

This big dog was pure white all over; its appearance neither ugly nor handsome, just a plain dog’s look, currently lounging on the ground, its gaze disdainful, with an air of contempt for people.