The Quest for Immortality

Elder Jiao Hu observed Mo Hua’s calm composure and felt increasingly certain in his heart.

Mo Hua asked again, ”Is this all there is to your Black Horn Tribe’s Armor Casting Skill?”

Elder Jiao Hu replied, ”Reporting to Shaman Lord, this is all we have.”

Seeing Mo Hua’s expression was somewhat displeased, Elder Jiao Hu hurriedly explained:

”Our Black Horn Tribe was once a major tribe, flourishing in its time, with Black Horn Barbarian Soldiers striking fear into others. Yet over the past two thousand years, we’ve gradually declined, our clansmen scattered, and some of our armor forging heritage was taken by other tribes, leading us to this downfall...”

Mo Hua slightly nodded and handed the Barbarian Armor Map to Elder Jiao Hu:

”Take this, and within ten days, forge three sets of Barbarian Armor for me.”

Elder Jiao Hu was taken aback, ”Shaman Lord, you want to give the Black Horn Barbarian Armor Map to this old man?”

”Yes.” Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Jiao Hu raised both his hands above his head, respectfully accepted it, his hands trembling slightly.

This was the complete Barbarian Armor Map, previously not even the Chieftain of the Black Horn Tribe had the privilege to possess it.

”Within ten days, I will provide Shaman Lord a satisfactory answer,” Elder Jiao Hu said.

”Good.” Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Jiao Hu, holding the Barbarian Armor Map, was about to leave when Mo Hua suddenly stopped him and asked, ”There’s one more thing.”

Elder Jiao Hu froze.

Mo Hua slowly said, ”Have you... hidden away the children of the Black Horn Tribe?”

Elder Jiao Hu was shocked and immediately knelt on the ground, ”Shaman Lord...”

Mo Hua did not blame Elder Jiao Hu.

In tribal warfare, it’s either survival or extinction, secretly hiding away some talented children as ’fire seeds’ is understandable.

Of course, he didn’t blame Elder Jiao Hu.

But this group of children, he had to obtain.

Children are highly malleable, especially those who are young, pure-hearted, and gifted, they are the most precious ’treasures’ for Mo Hua.

”Where are the children?” Mo Hua asked.

Elder Jiao Hu was silent.

Even though he had already recognized Mo Hua as the esteemed ’Shaman Lord’, he still dared not readily admit to this matter.

The children are the hope of the Black Horn Tribe.

Moreover, no one knows what this young Shaman Lord is thinking inside.

Nor do they know which Divine Lord this Shaman Lord follows, and what Divine Way he advocates.

If this Shaman Lord is like other strange shamans, sacrificing, refining pills, raising Gu insects, or ”consuming” them for nourishment, then the Black Horn Tribe will never have a future.

Yet as he looked at Mo Hua, those eyes that could see through the human heart, Elder Jiao Hu felt a chill in his heart.

The Shaman Lord mentioning these children meant he already knew their whereabouts.

In other words, the children of the Black Horn Tribe were already in the hands of this Shaman Lord.

Elder Jiao Hu’s face turned pale, trembling as he knelt down, not knowing what to say, just pleaded:

”Please, Shaman Lord... spare these children a path to life...”

Mo Hua sighed lightly in his heart.

Although he ”consumes” the Barbarian God, he does not ”consume” children.

Mo Hua said, ”Children are the future of the tribe, I will personally mentor them. If they are exceptionally talented, I will teach them the Holy Pattern of the Great Wilderness.”

Holy Pattern?!

Elder Jiao Hu was shocked, finding it hard to believe.

Can the Holy Pattern... also be taught?

This Shaman Lord truly possesses such great authority?!

Is he perhaps deceiving me?

But if he genuinely passes on the Holy Pattern, then isn’t this... a rare blessing for the Black Horn Tribe, unseen in a thousand years?

However...

Elder Jiao Hu was anxious yet joyful, torn between emotions. After a moment, seeing Mo Hua growing impatient, he was startled to realize he had no room left to refuse, thus with a bitter heart, he kowtowed and said:

”Thank you, Shaman Lord, for your kindness. I’ll bring the children over immediately...”

Mo Hua nodded.

Elder Jiao Hu retreated and soon brought over forty-plus children.

These children were dressed in animal skins, each dirty, with expressions of bewilderment, anger, or fear.

But invariably, their Blood Qi was healthy, their bodies strong and their talents quite good.

No wonder Elder Jiao Hu tried to hide these children, he indeed cared deeply for the tribe.

Looking at these children, Elder Jiao Hu was filled with reluctance, then glanced at Mo Hua, his expression anxious.

Mo Hua simply said ”Rest assured,” soothing Elder Jiao Hu before sending him to forge the Black Horn Barbarian Armor.

Later, Mo Hua asked Little Zatu to take these forty-plus Black Horn Tribe children to wash up and gave them some food, only then gathering them again.

After washing away the dirt and eating, the children’s emotions stabilized.

Moreover, with Mo Hua’s clear and bright eyes, handsome and gentle demeanor, these children naturally felt some affinity towards him.

Mo Hua spoke gently:

”From now on, follow me, read and write, cultivate the Dao and refine your hearts. Love one another, do not insult each other, do not fight, do not harbor private resentment.”

”If you have unusual talents and are diligent and earnest, I will personally teach you the Holy Pattern.”

Though these children didn’t quite understand what the ’Holy Pattern’ was, they vaguely knew it must be a superior form of knowledge.

In ordinary Barbarian Tribes, most people’s cultivation was through fighting and killing. Dao Cultivation lineages were very scarce.

Those able to read Barbarian script, learn spell points, and various witchcraft were few and far between.

Let alone, such a noble lineage as the ’Holy Pattern’.

”Yes...”

The children present echoed, their voices scattered.

However, these children didn’t know how to address Mo Hua.

At this point, an older and taller Black Horn Tribe child, who seemingly knew Mo Hua’s identity beforehand, bowed to him and said:

”Yes, Shaman Lord.”

The other children also bowed, ”Yes, Shaman Lord.”

”Shaman Lord...”

Mo Hua nodded, after a moment of thought, he said:

”You are different from the others, you don’t have to call me ’Shaman Lord’, you may call me...”

”Mister.”

The Black Horn Tribe children were taken aback, and then they all bowed, responding in a buzz:

”Yes, mister.”