The Quest for Immortality

Twelve miles away, another mountain pass.

The surrounding seven or eight bandits were burned and slaughtered completely.

Their chests either blackened or bodies drained of blood, or corpses burnt to a crisp...

Mo Hua stood among the multitude of corpses, looking down at his jade-like pale hand, unable to suppress a frown and a sigh:

”Why can’t I... control my hand?”

Promised not to break the vow of restraint, yet before an hour had passed, upon reaching this pass and seeing these bandits who robbed and plundered, hearing their vile words, my anger surged, and once again I couldn’t hold back using the Fireball Technique to eliminate them thoroughly.

My chest felt relieved.

But the killing intent inside grew more profound.

Mo Hua could even sense a strand of Evil Qi already entwined into his Sea of Consciousness, taking root in his Divine Soul.

This made him easily overwhelmed by thoughts of killing.

Whenever encountering someone deserving death, he just wanted them dead.

This does not conform to his usual demeanor.

Mo Hua considers his actions always cautious and low-key, preferring to end others slyly rather than with direct confrontation.

Furthermore, he acts with goodness, striving for harmony.

Killing is avoided whenever possible.

Unless absolutely necessary, he rarely breaks restraint.

Yet now the situation has slightly veered out of his control...

Mo Hua’s expression was heavy as he looked ahead, silently warning himself:

”Going forward, please let me not encounter any more bandits, nor let anyone mock me, or I might truly fail to resist...”

Regrettably, heaven was against him.

A few miles further on, he encountered yet another group of bandits.

Among them, one sharp-eyed bandit spotted Mo Hua from afar, summoned others to surround him, and coldly spoke:

”Kid, hand over all Spirit Stones on you.”

Mo Hua feared they would be tempted again, shook his head: ”No more, all plundered away.”

This group of bandits exchanged glances, pondering:

”Several waves of fellows ahead, this kid getting here means he’s likely been scoured several times, shouldn’t have anything valuable left...”

”In these mountains, it’s predator over prey...”

”Really damn unlucky.”

At this moment, a tall bandit stared at Mo Hua for a few moments, showing amazement, then pointed at Mo Hua: ”No Spirit Stones, no problem, catch him, sell him in town, surely fetch a good price.” .

Someone nearby said: ”Boss, he’s not a woman...”

”Doesn’t matter,” the tall bandit said greedily, ”looking like this, male or female is already irrelevant...”

Before the words ended, a brutal fireball struck his face, shattering his entire skull, burning the flesh on his neck into black ash.

The other bandits instantly showed terror, turning to see the previously pale and harmless young man now looking as calm as water, eyes deep black, the evil aura in his eyes made everyone feel chilled.

”Boss! You killed my boss! I’ll kill you!”

A muscular bandit brandished his knife, charging at Mo Hua.

Most bandits, being cleverer, had already turned and fled into the distance.

But whether killing or fleeing, their outcome held no variation.

The fireball of revenge danced, within a few breaths, the entire group of bandits was thoroughly burned to death.

The evil aura in Mo Hua’s eyes intensified again.

The killing intent in his heart, like weed blown by spring wind, took root in Divine Soul’s soil, gradually emerging above.

Mo Hua let out a deep sigh, silently warning himself:

”Never again...”

”I really... can’t kill anymore...”

To completely curb the murderous thoughts, this time he forced himself to use the Concealment Technique to travel.

In previous conflicts, he could also have simply concealed himself and bypass the bandits, but he did not.

Firstly, he believes Concealment Technique is meant for avoiding strong enemies.

Several little bandits, not worth him using Concealment Technique to hide.

Another reason...

Once calm, Mo Hua analyzed himself and gradually came to realize:

Deep down, he deliberately didn’t want to be concealed, wanting to walk openly before the bandits, have them rob him, attack him.

Thus having a reason to kill them all.

This was his ’deliberate’ intention.

Killing intent lurks in his heart, and subconsciously through Calculation, determines this cause and effect.

Thus subconsciously allowing himself to spark conflict, creating carnage, satisfying the hidden desire to kill.

Mo Hua’s expression turned severe.

This represents his loss of control over his desires, mind, and even self...

This internal lack of control must not be indulged.

Mo Hua forcibly stabilized his spirit, performed the Concealment Technique, his figure gradually fading, continuing to advance.

On the desolate and rugged mountain path, not a soul in sight.

Yet in the shadows, Mo Hua walked lightly and indifferently forward.

Ahead, he again encountered two groups of bandits.

But this time, Mo Hua performed the Concealment Technique, directly passed the mountain pass in front of the bandits, therefore avoiding conflict and saving himself from further carnage.

Afterward, he walked along the mountain road for nearly twenty miles.

Through various rugged mountain gaps, encountered several emaciated Wolf Demons and a few scattered bandits, finally passing through a small desolate forest, when Mo Hua raised his eyes, he found a bandit fort on the left side.

This fort built on a treacherous mountain top, concealed by woods, terrain not only high but extensive.

Surrounded by thick wooden stakes, with crude formations on top, easy to defend but hard to attack.

Watchtowers abundant, guarded by bandits.

From afar, the stakes on the walls looked like tall spears, bloodied cloth hanging above, even human heads, intimidating in their ferocity, prompting fear in those who behold.