The Quest for Immortality

”Born with a Taoist Heart, diligent in cultivation, with no distractions.”

”Born with a perfectly complete Taoist Foundation, roots incomparably deep.”

”At ten he reached Foundation Establishment, at twenty he formed a Superior-Grade Golden Core. Now he has only cultivated for thirty-three years, and the Golden Core Middle Stage is but a single step away. He is truly a cultivation prodigy of the Danque Tribe, unseen in a thousand years...”

Mo Hua was secretly shocked in his heart.

What kind of genius was this...

Forming a core at twenty, and without even needing to consolidate his Taoist Foundation, directly forming a core—this really was heaven itself chasing after him to feed him.

As expected, the one thing this world is never short of is geniuses.

As long as there are enough people, there will always be some monstrous prodigies who bear the fortune of heaven and earth, blessed by the heavens, emerging in ways that defy all common sense.

”It’s just that... why does this Dan Zhu Young Master weigh on my mind so much? It can’t be that the person I’m supposed to find is precisely this monstrous genius who formed his core at twenty, right?”

”Did I get this wrong...”

”I’m still only at Foundation Establishment, and I’m supposed to teach a Golden Core?”

Mo Hua kept muttering in his heart.

Still, premonitions born of causality rarely turn out wrong.

With someone this stunningly gifted, even if he wasn’t the ’Disciple’ he was meant to teach, Mo Hua could still look for a chance to get acquainted.

The problem was, this Dan Zhu was the Young Master of the Danque Tribe, and also the youngest son of the Danque Tribe’s Chieftain, enormously favored.

He usually stayed in the main tribe, with people guarding him, making him basically inaccessible.

So Mo Hua quietly asked around about this Dan Zhu’s movements.

Fortunately, this genius Dan Zhu, with his high talent and great fame, was beloved by the tribe’s Cultivators, and was often the subject of conversation; as a result, a lot of information was actually quite easy to gather.

According to the Cultivators of the Danque Tribe, every month around mid-month, this Dan Zhu Young Master would go to the minor tribes under his own jurisdiction—outer tribes, and tribes tied by marriage—to observe the people’s livelihood and console the Cultivators of the clan.

Because of this, this Young Master was deeply loved by the tribe’s populace.

This was also a good opportunity.

After Mo Hua found out which small tribes were within this Dan Zhu Young Master’s territory, he went there in advance, stayed a few days, and mixed around until his face became familiar.

The number of tribes under Dan Zhu Young Master’s command was not actually that many.

Those lands had been granted to Dan Zhu by his father—the Danque Tribe’s Chieftain—so that he could learn how to manage a tribe from an early age.

These small tribes still had a rather honest and simple atmosphere.

Mo Hua slipping in and blending among them was no effort at all.

After that, he busied himself gathering information while patiently waiting.

About ten days later, under the escort of several Elder-level Golden Core Guards of the Danque Tribe, a Barbarian Tribes youth clad in magnificent flame-colored plumed feathers entered the tribe.

All the Cultivators of the tribe along the way saluted him, calling out:

”Young Master.”

Mo Hua did not rashly show himself; instead, he concealed himself at a distance, let his gaze pass through the crowd, and first observed this Dan Zhu Young Master.

First of all, this Dan Zhu Young Master wasn’t very tall.

This made Mo Hua feel quite an affinity with him, and he was very satisfied.

Most likely, his cultivation aptitude had been too good when he was young; he had reached Foundation Establishment and formed his core too early, his lifespan increasing too fast, so his ’childhood period’ was kept relatively long, and his height grew a bit slower.

Of course, if you counted properly, this Dan Zhu Young Master wasn’t actually short; he just looked a bit ’small’ compared to the generally tall and burly Barbarian Tribes Cultivators.

Mo Hua nodded.

People who aren’t very tall usually have fairly sharp minds and good comprehension.

Aside from that, although this Dan Zhu Young Master had been cultivating for thirty-three years, he still looked extremely young.

Compared with the lifespan of someone in the Golden Core Realm, thirty-three really was very young.

And his features truly were handsome, with a trace of exotic charm; his pupils were even emerald green, like those of a divine bird.

With looks like this and talent like this, no wonder he was the most favored Young Master.

Mo Hua observed for a while longer and found that this Young Master went everywhere, visiting the elderly, comforting the children; even when a Barbarian Slave committed a capital crime, he would still spare him. Throughout, his expression remained compassionate, his gaze full of sympathy—he truly was inspecting the Cultivators under his rule, not putting on some ’act’ just to show off his benevolence and generosity.

Mo Hua was a bit surprised.

He hadn’t expected that there really would be someone in this world who was born so close to ’perfect’—astonishingly talented, kind-hearted, even with a Taoist Heart this clear and bright.

It was just that he looked a bit... ’simple’...

Mo Hua felt even more inclined to befriend him.

The question was, how to approach this Young Master?

He himself was a ’black household’ with murky origins and no official status.

He couldn’t very well just walk up and say:

”I’m a Shaman, here to guide you on the Great Dao of cultivation. Be my Disciple, follow me to learn, and I guarantee you’ll master everything...”

This Young Master might be simple and kind, but he wasn’t stupid.

If he didn’t give Mo Hua a beating, that would already count as a good temper.

Even if he didn’t make things hard for Mo Hua, the Golden Core Guards at his side definitely wouldn’t let Mo Hua off easy.

Mo Hua shook his head.

The more awkward issue was that he himself was still only at Foundation Establishment—where did he get the confidence to go ’scam’ a peerless prodigy who had formed his core at twenty?

Mo Hua sighed and couldn’t help grumbling inwardly:

”How am I still just at Foundation Establishment...”

But things had come to this; agonizing over it was useless.

Mo Hua lifted his head again, gave Dan Zhu Young Master another look, and pondered how he might ’dupe’... no, how he might best get acquainted with him.

But after thinking up several different plans, none of them really worked.

Forget this Dan Zhu Young Master; even the Golden Core Guards at his side weren’t easy to fool.

Mo Hua then thought that maybe at night he could slip past the guards and try using Planting Demon in Taoist Heart to ’send him a dream’, but that turned out to be impossible as well.

This Dan Zhu Young Master’s lodgings at night were guarded with extremely strict vigilance.