The Quest for Immortality

Ah Bu pondered again, and solemnly said, ”Benefactor, I am currently weak and cannot follow you. I will definitely work hard in cultivation, and once I have the skills and have settled my grandpa and sister, I will definitely serve you wholeheartedly.”

Mo Hua smiled and nodded, ”Alright.”

After that, Mo Hua left.

Ah Bu escorted Mo Hua to the tribe’s entrance, still waving at Mo Hua from afar.

...

Mo Hua left the Acha Tribe, continued his journey, visited two more tribes, and gathered some information. As night approached, he stopped in a small grove, resting for the night.

Mo Hua did not sleep; instead, he continued to deduce the situation on the map, considering his next steps.

As the night passed and dawn began to break, the three of them set out again.

After walking for 30 minutes, Mo Hua suddenly paused, glanced sideways, and saw in the thin night the figures of riders on barbaric horses breaking through the dawn fog.

Barbaric horses are a type of Barbaric Beast, native to the Great Wilderness, falling between Monster Beasts and Spirit Beasts.

They are not as ferocious as Monster Beasts, nor as gentle as Spirit Beasts, with lighter demonic power, they can be tamed for riding or meat.

However, these Barbaric Beasts require special breeding techniques, are quite rare, and not found in all parts of the Great Wilderness.

In at least places like Second Grade Wutu and Wusha Mountain Realm, including the Third Grade Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, there are not many Barbaric Beasts bred.

At this moment, this group of about ten people riding Barbaric horses signifies they are not ordinary.

The leader looks like a Barbarian General, and judging by his cultivation, he’s around the Initial Golden Core stage.

Things are chaotic, and Mo Hua didn’t want to cause trouble.

This Barbarian General and his men were rushing, catching sight of Mo Hua and his group in the thin mist and seemed not too concerned.

Both sides remained silent as they passed each other.

Mo Hua suddenly smelled fresh blood qi, along with a familiar thread of blood-colored causality, his expression changed immediately, and he spoke:

”Stop!”

Though not loud, his voice seemed clear and commanding in the quiet morning forest.

The Barbarian General halted his Barbaric horse, looked back from above at the fair-faced Mo Hua, sneering, ”Boy, are you ordering me?”

Mo Hua didn’t reply but slowly asked:

”Did you recently kill someone?”

Dan Zhu and Bachuan exchanged glances.

The Barbarian General frowned, not responding.

Mo Hua asked again: ”Did you pass a tribe called ’Acha Tribe’?”

Upon hearing this, Dan Zhu and Bachuan seemed to realize something, their expressions changed.

The Barbarian General, losing patience, cursed, ”I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, what Acha...”

Mo Hua’s expression chilled.

Dan Zhu sensed Mo Hua’s intentions, immediately transformed into his Mystic Fire Feather Robe, and attacked the Barbarian General.

The Barbarian General was startled, angrily shouted, ”Bold!” pulled out a large knife, whipping up a black wind, clashing with Dan Zhu.

Though strong and ruthless, he was no match for the prodigy Dan Zhu.

Over time, with Mo Hua’s campaigns, Dan Zhu’s power grew like true gold refined by fierce fire, becoming increasingly formidable.

Elder Bachuan also assisted in the fight.

After over a hundred rounds, the Barbarian General was burnt by Dan Zhu’s Mystic Fire, his Barbarian Armor scorched, a palm hit him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The other dozen Foundation Establishment Barbarian Soldiers were also subdued by Elder Bachuan.

Dan Zhu broke the Barbarian General’s legs and used Mystic Fire to seal his meridians, pressing him before Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked once more, word by word, ”Did you pass through a little tribe called ’Acha Tribe’?”

The Barbarian General realized he had hit a wall this time, slightly frightened, ”I...I don’t know what Acha Tribe is...”

Mo Hua asked again, ”Did you kill someone just now?”

The Barbarian General nodded, ”Yes...killed...”

Mo Hua frowned, instructed Elder Bachuan to hold the Barbarian General, while he considered going back to check.

Dan Zhu said, ”Gentleman, allow me to accompany you.”

Mo Hua pondered, then nodded.

The two returned, walked for half a day, reached the Acha Tribe’s territory, finding scorched ground, bloody remains, corpses stacked together, half-burned, the charred stench wafted afar.

Mo Hua searched among the corpses for a long time, finally finding Ah Bu crushed at the bottom.

Ah Bu was already dead, his legs severed, body half-charred, only his chest tightly clutching the cultivation technique Mo Hua gifted him.

Mo Hua’s chest felt like it was struck by a heavy hammer unexpectedly, standing dazedly for a long while.

Dan Zhu clenched his fists, his face filled with unspoken anger.

After an unknown time, Mo Hua slowly regained his senses, calmly said, ”Let’s go.”

Dan Zhu looked at Mo Hua, slowly nodded.

The two returned to the grove.

Under Mo Hua’s orders, Elder Bachuan was holding the severely wounded Barbarian General captured by Dan Zhu.

Dan Zhu, upon seeing the Barbarian General, felt his anger surge, stepped forward, and kicked the Barbarian General flying over ten yards, then pressed his foot on the General’s chest, slowly adding force, making him vomit blood, coldly questioning:

”Why did you kill the people of that small tribe?”

The Barbarian General realized he may have accidentally killed some people he shouldn’t have, immediately sneered with a blood-soaked grin, ”In this world, it’s survival of the fittest. A small tribe, slaughtered is slaughtered, what’s there to say.”

Dan Zhu was furious, briefly letting down his guard.

The Barbarian General knew he was no match for Dan Zhu, even with an opening he didn’t counterattack, but broke a finger instead, revealing a hidden black token in his finger bone, igniting it into black fire that shot up into the sky.