The Quest for Immortality

However, for this reason, he was overly protected.

His heart was also too kind.

This was the biggest problem.

The true Danque Tribe wasn’t actually like what the Young Master saw.

The hulking figure said, ”The Danque Tribe’s tribute is heavy. But in Young Master Dan Zhu’s tribe, the tribute is light. This is because Young Master Dan Zhu cares for his subordinates and specifically asked the Chieftain for leniency. The Chieftain then agreed to this special request.”

”But this is not the norm, nor is it right.”

”Without the tribute, the tribes below are happy, but what about the Young Master? He gets no benefits and can’t accumulate any wealth.”

”Without a foundation, how will he compete with the Eldest Young Master and the Third Young Master in the future?”

Another Elder shook his head and said, ”The Young Master’s status is special. The Eldest and Third Young Masters, as his brothers, are quite fond of him. So, there shouldn’t be any need to compete...”

The hulking figure looked serious, ”It’s not that simple...”

”The Great Chieftain has four children. Young Master Dan Zhu ranks fourth. Excluding the Second Miss who serves the Royal Court, the remaining Eldest and Third Young Masters have a Cultivation Age of over a hundred, in their prime, and are not ordinary people.”

”On regular days, when it doesn’t involve power, naturally, these two masters, as brothers, will care for Young Master Dan Zhu.”

”But once it involves a power struggle, will they still care about so much?”

”Our Danque Tribe is a Third Grade major tribe, with nearly a million people under its banner.”

”Before the forefather’s fall, before the tribe declined, we could even be part of the Great Wilderness Royal Court, having offered to the totem of the Divine Beast Vermilion Bird.”

”In front of such a position as the chieftain of a major tribe, what does brotherly love count for?”

”Shh—” another Elder quickly pulled him, ”Speak less, lest someone behind the wall might hear.”

The hulking Elder snorted coldly, ”It’s just you and me here; besides us, there’s not even a ghost, who’s there to overhear?”

Squatting on the beam, Mo Hua nodded.

The hulking Elder took a bite of meat, sighed, and continued:

”It’s not that I’m paranoid, but you and I are Young Master Dan Zhu’s retinue, which means we’re on the same boat as the Young Master.”

”If the Young Master fares well, you and I will have good days.”

”If not...” The hulking figure sighed, ”Neither of us will meet a good end.”

The other person said, ”The Young Master has extraordinary talent, a kind heart, and holds high prestige in the tribe, very much loved...”

The hulking guard sighed, ”I said the problem is in this ’kindness.’ Kindness does not lead troops; the Young Master is just too kind.”

”Being too kind will invite disaster...”

”Also, high prestige, being loved?” The hulking figure coldly laughed and shook his head, ”The human heart is ignorant, is realistic. Whoever gives them benefits, they ’love.’ If one day they don’t get it, or get a bit less, they will immediately turn into enemies.”

”Now, the Young Master’s prestige is too high, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. It’s like a sharp dagger; one slight misstep, and it might stab into the Young Master’s heart.”

”In the Young Master’s position, many times, it’s not about who’s kinder, but who’s dirtier.”

”How could such a sacred person as the Young Master be dirty?”

”You and I are both the Young Master’s retinue, sharing in his glory and decline, how could we not worry about this?”

The hulking Elder had a face full of worries.

The other Elder also felt a heavy heart.

The two had no interest in speaking, leaving only the campfire crackling softly.

Seeing there was nothing more to overhear, Mo Hua then passed through the gate and entered the house inside the fortress.

The Formation inside the fortress was merely for show.

Passing through the Formation, upon entering the house, the furnishings were not particularly luxurious but were very spacious, with various demon heads positioned on the walls and floors, and animal skins hung up, very much in the style of the Barbarian Tribes.

At this time, Danque Tribe’s Young Master Dan Zhu was lying on the beast-skin couch in the center of the house, sleeping in his clothes, his breathing steady, appearing to be asleep.

In his hand, he was still clutching a scroll of leather book.

A map of the Danque Tribe was laid out before him, with drawings and markings, somewhat messy.

It seems that this Young Master Dan Zhu appeared to have been pondering something continuously, using a lot of spiritual energy, eventually leading his Divine Sense to exhaustion and falling asleep unknowingly.

Even while asleep, his brows were tightly furrowed.

It appears, as the universally acclaimed genius, Danque Tribe’s fervently endorsed Young Master Dan Zhu, the pressure was enormous.

Moreover, from a young age, he was under strict protection, only needing to focus on cultivation, knowing very little about external affairs.

Therefore, his heart must be filled with many unfamiliarities and confusions.

But these were things he couldn’t share with others.

Being the unparalleled genius, praised and loved by many, sometimes even if feeling lost, anxious, and in pain, he must not express it, needing to maintain the demeanor of a ”Young Master,” otherwise he would face much doubt and cause disappointment to many others.

The internal tribal strife for fame and profit, the brutal fratricide, he probably had no concept of.

Mo Hua let out a gentle sigh.

After all, still a ”youth”...

So young, with so much confusion and unaware of the malice in human nature.

It’s just that the sighing Mo Hua didn’t realize that he himself was actually several years younger than Young Master Dan Zhu.

Moreover, he also didn’t realize that the most ”malicious” person that Young Master Dan Zhu would meet in his life was actually himself, this black-hearted ”Mo Taoist”...

In the flickering lamplight, Mo Hua melded into the darkness, silently approaching Young Master Dan Zhu.

Young Master Dan Zhu was in a deep sleep.

Mo Hua’s voice, as low as the night, carried a faint eerie tone, penetrating Young Master Dan Zhu’s ears, planting a shallow suggestion in his pure yet worried heart:

”The boy chosen by the ’Divine Lord’...”

”Your fate is about to turn.”

”Your confusions will be dispelled.”

”Your doubts will have answers.”

”Just as the light of day dispels all darkness, the Divine Lord will also guide you, illuminating the path ahead.”

”At the hour of the Dog tomorrow, while passing through Danyang Mountain, at the northwest fork, you will see the guide bestowed upon you by the deity.”

”By then, all your confusion will become clear, the path of your cultivation will be laid before you.”

”You will also truly become the hope of the Danque Tribe, becoming the chosen son of fate by the Divine Lord...”