The Quest for Immortality

As long as a person has a handle, they have a weakness, and this so-called Shaman is no exception.

Wusha’s mind spun rapidly, considering whether to strike first, when suddenly a warning arose in his heart. Looking up, he saw Mo Hua’s fair finger pointed at him.

Witchcraft?

Wusha’s pupils shrank, and he instinctively activated his spiritual power.

As expected, almost the next instant, a fireball with a black edge flew from the fair fingertip, heading straight for his chest at a strange speed.

Still this fireball...

Wusha frowned, then sneered coldly in his heart, activating his Barbarian Armor and gathering all his strength at his chest.

The next instant, the fireball exploded.

The fire spiritual power controlled by divine thought wriggled chaotically like worms.

Wusha was blasted back five or six steps, his Barbarian Armor cracked, and the scorching pain of fire qi and the icy cold of evil qi on his chest made his complexion change drastically.

Impossible!

Wusha couldn’t believe it.

”I’m already at the Foundation Establishment Peak, my cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, so why does Shaman’s fireball still hurt so much when it hits me?”

”No, it’s even stronger and more intense than before?”

Wusha was unwilling, anger surged in his heart, and he was about to charge at Mo Hua with full force when he saw Mo Hua’s eyes.

These were a pair of pitch-black and terrifying eyes.

This was also Wusha’s first time seeing the Shaman’s eyes.

No one knew what terrifying scene he saw or what horrific encounter he had.

But Wusha’s confidence, courage, and ambition, inflated by his rise in rank, were almost instantly shattered.

Wusha’s face turned pale, collapsing to his knees as if he were a spineless worm.

Wusha knelt on the ground.

The black in Mo Hua’s eyes faded, returning to normal.

Jiao Li and the Red-armored Barbarian General had kept their heads low, never seeing Mo Hua’s eyes, but they could see Wusha’s state from the corner of their eyes.

They couldn’t imagine that this person, weak as a ”worm,” was the same Wusha Mountain Master who dominated one side just a moment ago. Their hearts trembled with fear, and they lowered their heads further.

Mo Hua looked at Wusha, his tone still calm, ”Do you realize your mistake?”

Wusha was terrified, instantly losing all his confidence, and kowtowed, saying:

”I understand, I know my mistake. Please, Shaman, do not kill me. I am still useful; Shaman, you cannot kill me, you cannot kill me.”

Mo Hua looked at him and asked, ”What use are you?”

Wusha quickly said, ”I am the chieftain of the Wulu Clan, the Mountain Master of Wusha Mountain Realm. I have two thousand barbarian soldiers under my command. I will lead them for you, Shaman. If I die, the Wulu Tribe will be in chaos, the Wusha Mountain Realm will be in chaos, and those two thousand barbarian soldiers will also rebel...”

Mo Hua frowned, turned to the side, and asked the Red-armored Barbarian General of the Wulu Tribe:

”What’s your name?”

The Red-armored Barbarian General realized Mo Hua was asking him and trembled as he quickly responded, ”Reporting to Shaman, I... humble general... am named Wu...”

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Hua said, ”No need.”

Mo Hua slowly said, ”From now on, you will be called ’Wusha.’

The Red-armored Barbarian General was stunned.

My name is Wusha?

”But...” The Red-armored Barbarian General couldn’t help but turn to look at their chieftain, ”Chieftain, he...”

...is also called Wusha.

Mo Hua nodded, ”There can only be one Wusha.”

The Red-armored Barbarian General was taken aback, but gradually understood, daring to raise his head slightly to look at the Shaman.

In Mo Hua’s eyes, there was scrutiny.

The Red-armored Barbarian General felt a surge of courage in his heart, and he slowly stood up and walked towards his chieftain, Wusha.

The ”Wusha” who lost his name knelt on the ground, eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

”No, how... no...”

He wanted to resist, but he couldn’t muster the willpower to resist.

It seemed even the courage to resist was shattered along with his ambition by those pitch-black eyes.

The Shaman wanted him dead, and he had no choice but to die.

Wusha could only grit his teeth, glaring at the Red-armored Barbarian General, who used to be his confidant, ”You, you dare...”

The Red-armored Barbarian General walked up to Wusha with a ruthless expression, drawing the iron lock from his Barbarian Armor and strangled it around Wusha’s neck, strangling his former chieftain.

Wusha had lost his name and life.

Afterwards, the Red-armored Barbarian General even directly twisted off Wusha’s head.

He held Wusha’s head, walked a few steps forward, knelt on the ground, and presented Wusha’s head to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua nodded, ”From now on, you are Wusha, the chieftain of the Wulu Tribe and the commander of Wusha Mountain Realm.”

The new ”Wusha” knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times:

”Thank you, Shaman, for your recognition.”

”’Wusha’ will always remember the Shaman’s instructions, dedicated to serving the Shaman, life and limb at no cost.”

Thus, a Barbarian General received a new name.

A tribe received a new chieftain.

A mountain realm also received a new commander.

Yet everything was ”old,” with no changes.

After doing all this, Mo Hua gave the new ”Wusha” his first order:

”You take this letter and go to the valley at the northwest corner of Wusha Mountain Realm to invite my ’guest’ over.”

”Wusha” didn’t know who the guest Mo Hua mentioned was, nor did he dare ask.

He could only hold the letter Mo Hua gave him with both hands, respectfully saying, ”Wusha obeys.”

Afterwards, ”Wusha” left.

He took Mo Hua’s letter to the valley mentioned by Mo Hua.

Then he saw a scene he had never seen before in his life and met people he could hardly have dreamed of meeting in his previous life.

Golden Core!

As many as five Golden Core Cultivators!

In the Second Grade Mountain Realm, he saw five Golden Core Realm tribal Cultivators!

Moreover, the leader was unmatched in appearance and unparalleled in valor, as dazzling as a divine child descending from the heavens, difficult to look at directly.

”Wusha” was shaken in his heart.

What made it even harder for him to accept was that behind the five people, there was also a troop of five to six hundred Barbarian Soldiers.

Most of these barbarian soldiers were at the Foundation Establishment.

There were even quite a few at the Foundation Establishment Peak.

Like his own realm, there were no fewer than two hundred with such cultivation in this barbarian troop.

”Wusha” only felt a chill in his heart, his liver and gallbladder trembling.

In other words...

He, the new ”Wusha,” might be a chieftain in his own Second Grade little Mountain Realm, a mountain commander.

But in this troop, he was just an insignificant ”barbarian soldier.”

Such ”Wushas” could be a thousand or a hundred.