The Quest for Immortality

”Impossible!” Shangguan Wang’s face turned grim, ”Absolutely impossible!”

He let out a cold laugh, ”How could this brat have a special Eternal Life Rune?”

”He might fool others, but how could he fool me?”

”His background for entering the Taixu Gate was submitted by my Shangguan family. Clearly, he’s just a poor Loose Cultivator from a small place in Li State. Some Sect Leader’s illegitimate child, or Ancestor’s direct descendant? Just claiming a great heritage for himself, nothing more than gilding himself.”

”What family background could he possibly have? What foundation? With that unsightly Spiritual Root, how could he be offspring of a High-Rank cultivator?”

”In such a case, where’s the high master, where’s the ancestor, who would plant a special Eternal Life Rune for him?”

”Unless it’s a Demon Path Ancestor, willing to spend blood and treasure for a body snatch. Otherwise, what high master would abandon their Origin to plant a Rune in a brat without blood ties? Are they mad?”

Shangguan Wang’s face was full of mockery.

Mr. Tu did not refute aloud; in truth, he found Shangguan Wang’s words reasonable.

A special Eternal Life Rune is the unique precious treasure that only the most elite, favored prodigies from Fifth grade Great Families can qualify to have planted. It is a safeguard on their path of cultivation, essentially their second life.

Such a precious thing, Mo Hua is not qualified for at all.

Even if he is the Qianxue Array Dao Leader, with unparalleled Formation talent, he still lacks this qualification.

Because he lacks a Heaven Void Ancestor tied by bloodline.

Bloodline is crucial.

It’s not as if amazing talent alone will have countless Heaven Void Ancestors rushing to plant Eternal Life Runes for you.

Normally, Heaven Void Ancestors, even if their Great Dao seems unattainable and lifespan ending, would only leave their special Eternal Life Rune with their closest, most beloved blood descendants.

If there’s no blood bond, why would they plant it for you?

Given Mo Hua’s background, it’s simply impossible for him to have such an ”ancestor” to plant a Rune.

Yet Mr. Tu still frowned.

Even if it’s not a special Eternal Life Rune, Mo Hua seems to carry a faint, unsettling aura.

It feels as if killing Mo Hua would unleash something horrifying.

This premonition felt more like an ”oracle” from the Divine Lord rather than a mere Heavenly secret intuition.

Is it the protection of a deity?

Is it a protective treasure left by the Taixu Gate?

Or is there some significant karma attached to him?

Mr. Tu’s gaze turned cold.

Seeing Mr. Tu remained silent for a long time, Shangguan Wang advised, ”It’s impossible for this brat to have an Eternal Life Rune, so why not...”

Mr. Tu coldly replied, ”Then why doesn’t Elder Wang take the initiative to kill him?”

Shangguan Wang paused, reflecting for a moment, and also fell silent.

Indeed, he wanted to kill Mo Hua, wanted him dead.

But when truly faced with taking action himself, Shangguan Wang suddenly realized that as a Feather Transformation Realm family elder, he didn’t really dare to kill Mo Hua himself.

He didn’t know what unexpected consequences might arise from Mo Hua’s death.

But one thing was certain, once he killed Mo Hua, he’d become the mortal enemy of every cultivator in the Taixu Gate.

To Taixu Gate disciples, he would have killed their Junior Brother;

To Taixu Sect Elders, he would have killed their Formation Leader.

Mo Hua was deeply favored by the elders of the Taixu Gate.

Killing Mo Hua equates to deeply offending the Heaven Void Ancestors of the Taixu Gate, marking him for obliteration.

The Ancestor Xun of the Taixu Gate is a Fifth-grade Formation Master, usually appearing scholarly, but with unfathomable power.

And other ancestors are no easier to deal with.

Not to mention, there’s an even more terrifying Sword Dao Ancestor imprisoned in the Taixu Gate’s Back Hill Forbidden Area...

At this thought, Shangguan Wang felt as though his liver and gallbladder were about to crack open.

He wanted Mo Hua dead.

But it seemed as a Feathered Immortal, he truly couldn’t bring himself to harm a hair on Mo Hua’s head.

Mr. Tu understood Shangguan Wang’s thoughts, sneering inside, yet to maintain harmony with this Feathered Immortal elder, he said:

”We shall wait for the Divine Lord’s awakening before deciding on this matter.”

”With the Divine Lord’s mighty protection, whether Mo Hua is to be killed, refined, spared, or corrupted, there need not be any further worry.”

Shangguan Wang’s pupils trembled slightly, bowing, ”The Divine Lord is supremely wise, all shall be determined by the Divine Lord.”

Mr. Tu nodded, ”All shall follow the Divine Lord’s will.”

Shangguan Wang echoed, ”All according to the Divine Lord’s will.” Afterward, he said no more, gave Mr. Tu one look, and then left.

After Shangguan Wang left, Mr. Tu remained in place, his pallid face void of emotion, icy, though his heart was full of concerns.

He knew, Shangguan Wang’s worries were indeed valid.

Mo Hua carried too much karma; keeping him was a great risk.

And...

Mr. Tu furrowed his brows.

He pondered deeply about Mo Hua for a long time, yet the more he pondered, the more perplexed he became, finding Mo Hua even harder to fathom.

Mo Hua seemed like a ”hedgehog,” bristling with spikes, making it difficult to handle.

In Mr. Tu’s mind, even forming a clear impression of Mo Hua was challenging.

A Loose Cultivator with poor Spiritual Root who luckily entered a Great Sect?

The most favored disciple of the Taixu Gate, one of the Eight Great Gates?

A monstrous Formation Leader?

Or a sword discussion prodigy who can triumph five opponents at once?

A Spiritual Cultivator? A Sword Cultivator? A Formation Master? .

Each seems true in part, yet each feels incomplete.

Mr. Tu’s expression turned grim, his blood-red eyes beginning to shift irregularly, contemplating each bit of Mo Hua’s karma.

After much meditation, Mr. Tu’s eyes flickered with a scarlet glow, suddenly enlightened, understanding everything: