The Quest for Immortality

However, the Black Horn Tribe Chieftain had a fiery temperament; no matter what Mo Hua said, he remained unyielding to the death.

The Wulu Tribe’s Chieftain then beheaded him.

With the Chieftain’s death in battle, the dust settled, and the fighting was quickly quelled.

After this slaughter, the Wulu Tribe lost dozens of people.

The Black Horn Tribe lost over a hundred, and the rest had no choice but to surrender.

After the defeat, the warriors of the Black Horn Tribe were all filled with grief and rage.

Some ordinary Barbarian Cultivators also looked sorrowful, and the children’s faces showed terror.

According to the rules of the Barbaric Wilderness, the defeated tribe would become ”Barbarian Slaves.”

Barbarian Slaves were no different from livestock, at the mercy of others, their situation was tragic.

This was also the cruelty of the Great Wilderness.

Amidst a blood-soaked and tense atmosphere.

The young-looking Mo Hua, clad in black Shaman robes, with a solemn demeanor, stepped slowly onto the Black Horn Tribe’s high platform, surrounded by the blood-soaked Wulu Tribe Barbarian Cultivators.

The entire hall fell silent.

Mo Hua, within this atmosphere, proclaimed to everyone, claiming he was the ”Shaman” chosen by the Divine Lord, and that he came not for slaughter, but to bring peace and prosperity to the tribes of the Great Wilderness.

He also promised not to let anyone become a Barbarian Slave.

Mo Hua’s voice was gentle and clear, carrying a calming strength.

The people of the Black Horn Tribe, who were originally terrified, inexplicably calmed down.

Mo Hua then ordered the distribution of some grains and meat to appease the crowd before commanding his allied Wulu Tribe, Wutu Tribe, and Wotai Tribe Barbarian Cultivators to settle in the Black Horn Tribe and set up camp.

All the wealth and food of the Black Horn Tribe were confiscated and redistributed by Mo Hua.

Everything temporarily calmed down.

But in the evening, an incident occurred.

Several Wulu Tribe Cultivators sneaked into the Black Horn Tribe’s camp, cut off the arms of several Barbarian Cultivators, and intended to have fun with Black Horn Tribe women.

This was their nature.

Killing and mating.

First kill the men of other tribes, then capture the women for their pleasure.

The Barbarian Cultivators of the tribes typically did this.

Sometimes, once their desires were triggered by bloodshed, these Barbarian Cultivators couldn’t control themselves.

Fortunately, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was strong and he immediately discovered them, using the Water Prison Technique to confine those Wulu Tribe Barbarian Cultivators.

But the impact was still very bad.

The recently calmed Black Horn Tribe showed signs of rebellion again.

Mo Hua’s gaze was icy, and he contemplated using a demonstration of strength.

However, the Wulu Tribe’s Chieftain personally came to plead with Mo Hua, clasping his hands together:

”I beg the Shaman, show leniency.”

One of the offenders was his nephew.

Mo Hua was aware of this but didn’t care and didn’t intend to show mercy, even if it was the Wulu Tribe’s Chieftain, he couldn’t break his rules.

Seeming to sense Mo Hua’s indifferent coldness, the Wulu Tribe Chieftain shivered internally, pleading:

”Esteemed Shaman, Wusha acted not for personal gain, but to stabilize hearts.”

Mo Hua raised an eyebrow and said: ”Let’s hear it.”

Wulu Tribe Chieftain Wusha then said:

”Esteemed Shaman, the Great Wilderness Tribes battle, and after victory, they seize Spirit Stones, food, women—this is the norm. Now our Wulu Tribe follows you, Esteemed Shaman, to war, we’ve clearly won but gained nothing.”

”Even now, for breaking the rules, they face execution.”

”Even as a Chieftain, I wouldn’t dare do this. If this continues, my Wulu Tribe’s people might... riot.”

Mo Hua looked at Wusha coldly: ”Do you think I care?”

Wusha’s heart jolted.

Mo Hua said coldly: ”Do you truly believe I can’t destroy your Wulu Tribe? That I must rely on your Wulu Tribe?”

”If your Wulu Tribe obeys, I’ll give you a chance.”

”If not, I’ll just choose another tribe.”

”There are three thousand tribes in the Great Wilderness, many tribes, if your Wulu Tribe doesn’t pledge loyalty, others will.”

Wusha’s back went cold, his heart pounded.

Seeing Wusha was afraid, Mo Hua’s tone softened and he said:

”However, since you came to speak to me, it shows your loyalty. On your account, I’ll spare those tribesmen of yours from death.”

”But, though spared from death, they’ll escape punishment.

”You will personally whip them forty times, to set an example, and this matter will be over.”

”But it shall not happen again. If it does, I won’t spare their lives.”

Wusha immediately saluted and said: ”The esteemed Shaman’s great kindness, Wusha will remember.”

Mo Hua nodded, ”You may leave.”

Wusha turned to leave, but before departing, he glanced at Mo Hua, seemingly with some thought.

Mo Hua’s eyes flickered, then asked him: ”Do you have something you wish to ask?”

Wusha was startled, feeling that although the esteemed Shaman looked young, those eyes were deeply perceptive, penetrating hearts.

Under Mo Hua’s gaze, Wusha didn’t dare to conceal and could only quietly ask, ”Esteemed Shaman, you... are you not from the Great Wilderness?”

Mo Hua’s heart tightened slightly but remained calm: ”Why do you ask?”

Wusha said: ”The way you handle matters doesn’t seem like someone from the Great Wilderness. Moreover, the Water and Fire skills you use don’t seem like the Great Wilderness’s Witchcraft; they resemble... the Spells of Nine State Cultivators.”

Wusha kept his head down.

Mo Hua neither confirmed nor denied, just said flatly: ”Everything about me is bestowed by the Divine Lord. Everything about the Divine Lord has its arrangements.”

Wusha then clasped his fist to his chest, saluting: ”I apologize for speaking out of turn, esteemed Shaman, please forgive me.”

Mo Hua waved a hand, ”No problem, you may leave.”

Wusha respectfully said: ”Yes, I will go and whip those criminal tribesmen to establish authority.”

Wusha turned and left.

Mo Hua, however, slowly fell into contemplation.

This Wusha, though full of thoughts, indeed gave me a reminder.

Spells should not be used easily anymore.

Even in the future, I should act less.

The more I act, the more traces I leave, the easier it is for others to see through and expose my identity.

Not only the Shaman identity will be questioned.

It might also bring disaster.

Most importantly, what I’m doing in the Great Wilderness is actually not in the light, if I expose my identity, it would leave a ”black history.”

If others trace these tracks back to me, and dig out my identity, then it’s over.

I’m a Taoist Court Cultivator, coming to the Great Wilderness to ”make achievements.”

Not only would I be grudged by the Great Wilderness Royal Court.

I would also be wanted as a ”traitor and rebel” by the Taoist Court, recorded for eternity.

Therefore, I must be low-key in the future, hiding in the shadows as much as possible, being a symbolic ”esteemed Shaman,” never acting unless necessary.

All fighting will be left to others below to handle.

Mo Hua made up his mind, nodding slightly.

He then, under the cover of night, visited the Black Horn Tribe’s altar, employing the sacrificial method learned from the Black Horn Elder to enter the Barbarian God’s dreamland and met the Black Horn Tribe’s Barbarian God.

The Black Horn Tribe’s Barbarian God was a black bull with a broken horn.

This Barbarian God, full of Evil Qi, was not a good thing.

To Mo Hua’s surprise, this Black Horn Barbarian God had a surprisingly strong Dao, even stronger than the Wulu Tribe’s Blood Wolf God.

Mo Hua killed it with a single punch.

Then, using the Formation, refined its remaining body, absorbing the Telekinesis into his mouth.

After a while, his Divine Thought became clear, like a rushing river, incessant.

Mo Hua was slightly stunned, unexpectedly discovering that after swallowing the Black Horn Barbarian God, the bottleneck of his Divine Sense had broken through.

Now, his Divine Sense officially reached twenty-two patterns.