The Quest for Immortality

Lugu stared deeply at Mo Hua, his expression calm, seemingly unmoved, only to counter:

”You want me, a general of the Shugubu tribe, to kill the Great Chief of the Shugubu tribe?”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”It’s not as simple as ’killing’, it’s ’revenge’.”

Lugu sneered, ”What’s the difference?”

Mo Hua said, ”If you kill the Great Chief, that is rebellion and chaos. But if you avenge your brother, execute the Great Chief, it is for brotherly love, it is for tribal justice. On the surface, both are killing, but in essence, there’s a world of difference.”

Lugu listened, his eyelids twitching. It seemed like enchanting words, yet sounded very reasonable.

Still, Lugu did not express any stance, instead coldly staring at Mo Hua, saying, ”Are you trying to sow discord within my Shugubu tribe?”

Mo Hua countered him, ”Does your Shugubu tribe’s relationship still need me to incite it?”

The general overshadowed the lord.

The Great Chief betrayed his allies, resulting in the demise of the entire main tribe.

This relationship indeed didn’t need much inciting.

Lugu had nothing to say, but he still remained silent.

Mo Hua looked at him, asked in a deep voice, ”You don’t dare? You fear the power of the Great Chief, cherish your reputation, covet the position of general, unwilling to avenge your brother against the Great Chief who conspired against him? Do you want to be a coward? To be a bootlicker, begging pitifully before the Great Chief?”

Lugu’s eyes turned bloodshot, angrily glaring at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, seeing the opportunity, eased his tone slightly, ”I know you’re not like that, I can help you kill the Shugubu Great Chief.”

Lugu’s face was as dark as water, he refused, ”No need, I will avenge my brother myself.”

”You will avenge by yourself?” Mo Hua sneered, ”How will you take revenge? You are merely at the late Golden Core stage...”

Mo Hua, with only Foundation Establishment Realm, could now disdain a cultivator at the late Golden Core stage without blushing or panting...

”Just a mere late Golden Core stage, merely a general leading a main unit of barbarian soldiers, with only these, can you really confront the entire Shugubu tribe? Can you truly execute the Great Chief to avenge your brother?”

Mo Hua’s face was mocking.

Unexpectedly, Lugu sneered back at Mo Hua:

”Mr. Witch, perhaps you underestimate me and overestimate the Great Chief. I, Lugu, have fought across the land, renowned for my viciousness, in the whole Shugubu tribe, only my brother Sishen surpassed me. And the Great Chief is old, declining with age...”

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

Is Lugu’s strength so formidable? Even stronger than imagined?

Also, has the Shugubu Great Chief become a ”useless old man”?

No wonder...

No wonder this Great Chief had to find a way to kill Sishen.

A Sishen and a Lugu, these two brothers are both generals at the late Golden Core stage, calling him Great Chief out of courtesy; there’s no courtesy and they can truly bury him.

A bit of misjudgment...

Mo Hua’s heart was slightly anxious but his demeanor remained calm. After contemplating for a moment, a mysterious smile curled at his lips, he looked straight at Lugu, and countered:

”Do you really think so?”

Lugu was taken aback, suddenly feeling a bit doubtful under Mo Hua’s gaze.

Mo Hua said, ”Do you truly think your Shugubu tribe’s Great Chief only has this much capability? Do you truly think he is at death’s door, declining with age?”

”Don’t forget, your strongest brother in the Shugubu tribe died at whose hands...”

Lugu’s heart chilled, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mo Hua felt a gradual relief in his heart, then solemnly said:

”Even if, for argument’s sake, the Shugubu Great Chief is truly as you say, an old man not your match, but how can you find him?”

”In chaotic times, with turmoil everywhere, can you know where he hides?”

”Perhaps his cultivation is weakening, his blood Qi fading, but how can you guard against his intrigues and schemes?”

”How do you know you won’t end up like your brother Sishen General, dying in his plots?”

”At that time, not only your brother Sishen becomes a failure, but you yourself also become a ’clown’ mocked by others, played in the palm of the Shugubu Great Chief...”

Mo Hua’s words, like venomous daggers, deeply pierced Lugu’s chest.

Lugu’s heart was icy, conflicted in pain, ultimately sighed deeply, looking at Mo Hua:

”Why would you help me?”

Mo Hua folded his hands in front of his chest, full of devotion, said: ”Everything is guided by the Divine Lord...”

Lugu shook his head, saying: ”I’m asking you, why are you helping me? Or rather, what do you want to achieve?”

Mo Hua was slightly taken aback, looking at Lugu, with a straightforward gaze, said: ”This is a deal.”

”A deal?” Lugu frowned.

”Yes,” Mo Hua nodded, ”I will avenge for you, help you execute the Shugubu Great Chief, and you...”

Mo Hua’s gaze was sharp, deep within his eyes flowed with a sacred ambition:

”... must do work for the Divine Lord, honor the name of the Divine Lord, follow the orders of the Divine Lord, for the Divine Lord, conquer all corners, in trials of iron and fire, spread the renown of the Divine Lord to every corner of the Great Wilderness...”

”This is the blessing from the Divine Lord, the destiny of the Great Wilderness, and my... mission as a shaman.”

Instantly, Lugu’s heart was also stirred intensely by Mo Hua’s aura and words, creating a strong wavering.

Lugu suppressed this surge of faith, slowly said:

”Alright, I will make this deal with you...”

Mo Hua nodded, ”Deal.”

Lugu waited for a while, noticing Mo Hua had no more words, nor any formal agreement, no Spirit Pact, Blood Covenant, or Divine Contract, causing his expression to, ”Just like this?”

Mo Hua nodded, saying: ”Just like this.”

Lugu frowned, ”Are you not afraid, that after I agree, I might regret it? Not afraid I will betray you?”