The Quest for Immortality

In Fengbo Ridge, the mountains seem ghostly, the night wind is chilling, mixed with a strong scent of blood.

Taoist Court’s Taoist Soldiers and Great Wilderness Sect’s cultivators are locked in a life-and-death struggle, chaos and trampling, weapons clashing, spells and barbaric skills colliding, with spiritual power and Blood Qi entangled together.

There are even Feathered Immortals battling fiercely in mid-air, with spiritual power cascading like a landslide.

Almost every moment, someone dies.

Blood soaks the desert, and Evil Qi flows toward the sky.

Amid this chaos, Mo Hua transforms into a stream of light, weaving through the weapons, fleeing into the distance.

Behind him, three Golden Core cultivators from the Great Wilderness Sect give relentless chase.

The escape technique of the Golden Core cultivators is faster, but in such a battlefield where there’s people everywhere and battle raging, they simply can’t unleash their speed.

Instead, Mo Hua’s Water Passing Step moves deftly, darting and twisting with finesse, growing increasingly adept at navigating the battlefield.

After chasing for some time, the three Golden Core cultivators from the Great Wilderness Sect realize something amiss:

”Damn it, we can’t catch up? What’s the origin of this kid’s movement technique?”

”This kid deliberately led us away, trying to save the Taoist Soldiers of the Yang Family?”

”Knowing this, we should’ve killed the Yang Family members first, and then chased this kid. Killing two birds with one stone.”

”Well, they say that, but who the hell would’ve thought, with the three of us coming in person, chasing for so long and still can’t capture this little brat.”

”The battlefield is too chaotic, too many hindrances, we’re at a great disadvantage in movement techniques.”

”What now? Should we turn around and kill those Taoist Soldiers of the Yang Family first?”

As the three discuss, their speed naturally slows down a bit.

Mo Hua notices and slows down a bit too, turning his head to mock them:

”Three useless wastes, cowards, dicks, scumbags, is your Golden Core refined from goat dung?”

”Three Golden Core cultivators, can’t catch me, a Foundation Establishment cultivator?”

”Since your cores are useless, why not crush them along with your balls, go back and be eunuchs without balls...”

These curses are all learned from the book ”Quotes” Elder Yu gave him.

Now they serve their purpose.

The power of Elder Yu’s curses is truly extraordinary.

Just after Mo Hua finished cursing, the three Golden Core cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect feel a surge of fury going straight to their heads, forehead veins bulging.

They are Golden Core Elders!

Moreover, not just any Golden Core Elder.

In the Great Wilderness Clan, they are royal family bodyguards, highly respected.

In the Great Wilderness Sect, they are also honored Guest Elders, treated with significant respect.

When have they ever been cursed so badly?

Moreover, the curses were so vulgar yet clever, uniquely crafted like a bucket of well-mixed dog shit thrown at their faces.

What’s even more infuriating is that the one cursing them is a damn Foundation Establishment!

The leader, wielding a Ghost Head Saber, turns livid:

”This kid must die!”

”I want to skin him alive, torture his flesh inch by inch!”

”Kill!”

The three Golden Core cultivators, enraged, no longer hold back, their movement techniques skyrocketing as they charge at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua feels nervous, immediately not daring to be careless, his Divine Sense highly focused, pushing the Water Passing Step to the utmost, dodging amidst the battlefield filled with intersecting knives and swords, flying spells, and piled corpses, constantly moving forward, evading the pursuit of the three Golden Core cultivators.

Thus, the chase and escape lasts for more than half an hour.

Mo Hua estimates that he is already far from Leader Yang and his group, so he plans to withdraw.

In such chaotic and dangerous battle conditions, he cannot risk using Divine Thought into sword to kill Golden Core cultivators.

And the killing moves of Golden Core cultivators are no joke.

With the strength of his physical body, if he gets hit by a Golden Core’s Magic Treasure, he would certainly be dead or injured.

Dragging on would only increase risks, which is not a good thing.

These few Golden Core cultivators from the Great Wilderness Sect probably don’t have the skills like Elder Xu from Yin Corpse Valley, who can maintain an Earth Store Corpse, bypass appearances and causality, to track him.

So, after a few rounds, Mo Hua suddenly flashes and transforms into mist, directly in front of the three Golden Core cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect, ”disappearing into thin air”.

The three Golden Core cultivators pause on spot, releasing their Divine Sense, searching all around, but can’t find any trace of Mo Hua.

Added to the battlefield’s mingling morale and Blood Qi, it’s a chaotic mess, greatly affecting the perception of their Divine Sense.

Once Mo Hua conceals himself and escapes, it’s naturally like sinking into the sea without a trace.

They indeed lack the means like Elder Xu’s tracking of strange corpses.

”Disappeared? Escaped?”

”Got cursed for nothing?”

The three Golden Core cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect feel their hearts burning in anger, rage attacking their hearts, but nothing can be done.

They can’t even see Mo Hua’s shadow, can only use their Magic Treasure to bombard the nearby ground, venting their rage with powerless fury.

Cursing in their hearts, thinking that next time they see Mo Hua, they must tear him to pieces.

...

At this time, ten miles away, Mo Hua, having shaken off the pursuit of the Great Wilderness Sect’s Golden Core cultivators, quietly reveals himself.

This area is filled with the Taoist Soldiers’ troops, relatively safer.

Mo Hua takes a breath, planning to return the original way to find Yang Jishan and the others.

His current status is just a small Taoist Soldier in the Taoist soldiers Court, without power or influence, if he wants to fish in troubled waters to gain military merit, seek self-advancement, and achieve Gold Core Formation, he naturally needs to follow familiar people, also relying on the Yang Family’s influence in the Taoist soldiers Court.

Both building achievements and seeking core formation, killing two birds with one stone.

But as he looks around, chaos and battle continue, Mo Hua can’t help but worry about Big Tiger.

In such chaotic warfare, if Big Tiger gets implicated, it’s likely hard for him to escape death.