Chapter 151

Mo Shan's expression hardened as he led Mo Hua to find Elder Yu.

Mo Hua pointed to a spot on the map and said, "Someone fought here."

It can't be hunter-killers, because everyone agreed that if anyone fought, they'd light smoke signals to warn each other.

Otherwise, it's a low probability that yaoguai fought each other, causing fluctuations in demonic energy.

More likely, Qian family cultivators encountered yaoguai and started fighting.

Either way, we must go check.

Elder Yu said directly, "Gather everyone. We're going."

Though the hunter-killers had scattered, they weren't far apart, and information spread quickly; soon, hundreds of late-stage Qi Condensation hunter-killers gathered together.

Elder Yu briefly explained the situation, then waved his hand and said, "Move out!"

All the hunter-killers lowered their bodies, suppressed their qi, said not a word, and crept silently toward the peak Mo Hua had marked.

Half an hour later, they arrived.

This was a remote, uninhabited hill, desolate and isolated; because few ever came here, the hunter-killers had never bothered naming it, generally calling it "Nameless Peak."

Among the broken rocks in the woods, they found the remains and bloodstains of yaoguai.

Mo Shan went up to inspect, wiped a finger across the blood, and said, "Killed by a cultivator—but the technique is crude, not a hunter-killer."

Elder Yu's gaze sharpened as he released his spiritual sense.

Mo Hua faintly sensed a ripple, then felt nothing more.

Those with strong spiritual sense are hard to spy upon.

Those being spied upon by someone with strong spiritual sense are hard to detect.

Mo Hua's spirit tensed—Elder Yu's Foundation Establishment spiritual sense was truly extraordinary.

Mo Hua imitated Elder Yu, releasing his own spiritual sense to search for traces among the hills.

After a while, Elder Yu retracted his spiritual sense and stared at Mo Hua, his eyes filled with surprise.

After another while, Mo Hua also retracted his spiritual sense.

"What did you notice?" Elder Yu asked.

Mo Hua nodded. "There's a mine tunnel hidden with wood and stone."

Elder Yu's eyes gleamed slightly. "Mark it for me."

Mo Hua pulled out the map and drew several circles near the summit of Nameless Peak.

These were the locations Mo Hua had detected with his spiritual sense as mine tunnels.

Elder Yu nodded, then added several more marks.

Mo Hua looked and his expression cleared.

These were spots he had missed.

Some were too far away—his spiritual range was insufficient; some were buried too deep—his spiritual strength was too weak; others were simply due to his lack of experience and carelessness.

Mo Hua silently reflected and summarized how to use his spiritual sense.

Elder Yu looked pleased, patted Mo Hua's shoulder, and said, "Good."

Then his expression turned solemn, his gaze sharp as a blade, and he ordered:

"All hunter-killers, remember these locations!"

"Split into teams, enter these mine tunnels—don't alert the enemy."

"If you encounter Qian family cultivators, disable them. If absolutely necessary, kill them—I'll handle the Dao Ting Si."

The hunter-killers accepted the order, their eyes blazing with battle lust.

Shadows leapt upward, advancing toward the mine entrances on the mountainside.

Mo Shan warned Mo Hua: "Stay hidden. Don't go in. If any cultivators come out, ignore them—protect yourself!"

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Father, wear that vine armor."

The vine armor bore Mo Hua's Level-One Golden Armor Array.

Mo Shan's heart warmed; he stroked Mo Hua's head, then his figure flickered as he advanced toward the mine entrances on the mountainside.

Mo Hua scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, found a safe, easily concealed pit, and hid inside.

Soon, the mountain stirred—fighting had begun.

Even outside, Mo Hua heard the boom of explosions, the shouts and curses of cultivators, and the flickering afterglows of colored spiritual energy.

Then—Boom—

Mo Hua sensed a stronger pressure of spiritual energy.

Probably Elder Yu and a Qian family Foundation Establishment cultivator had started fighting.

After intense fluctuations, a figure burst out of a mine tunnel on the mountainside.

The figure fled the tunnel without looking back, sprinting downhill at full speed, leaving a trail of afterimages behind.

With that escape speed, it was undoubtedly a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Mo Hua exhaled in relief.

If the Foundation Establishment cultivator fled, the remaining Qian family cultivators would scatter like monkeys fleeing a fallen tree—defeat was only a matter of time.

Indeed, within moments, Qian family cultivators began streaming out of the mine entrances in panic.

Most were bleeding from head wounds, looking miserable—some clutched broken arms, others limped, frantically fleeing downhill.

Mo Hua didn't dare act rashly; he was alone, so caution was best.

Mo Hua remained quietly in the pit.

After a while, Mo Hua suddenly heard footsteps drawing closer; he looked up and saw two fleeing Qian family cultivators approaching him.

They looked battered from fierce combat, their qi fluctuations weak—both were at their last breath.

Instead of following the other Qian family cultivators, they deliberately went off alone, and instead of taking any of the many paths, they limped right through the bushes right in front of him.

Mo Hua felt he'd be doing them a disservice if he didn't act.

One of the Qian family cultivators was still cursing:

"These bastards, where did they get word…"

"Report back to the clan lord—make them pay!"

"... fucking hell!"

He cursed as he ran.

As he cursed, a fireball suddenly exploded against his face.

A searing pain surged through him—the burst of flame spirit energy left him dazed, ears ringing, his face burning hot.

"What the—"

Before he could react, another fireball struck his face, and he collapsed straight down.

"Ambush?!"

The other Qian family cultivator was stunned, abandoned his companion, and turned to flee—but after only a few steps, a fireball smashed into the back of his head.

He fell face-first to the ground, his face slamming into a rock, unconscious.

Mo Hua didn't rush out.

First, he scanned them with his spiritual sense and found their spirit energy flowing irregularly.

This meant they had passed out, their minds unclear, unable to control their own spirit flow.

Still not satisfied, Mo Hua fired another fireball at each of them; seeing no reaction, he finally climbed out of the pit.

What should he do?

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took their storage bags from their bodies.

The Dao Code forbade plundering.

Mo Hua had wanted to be a law-abiding cultivator, but the Qian family had pushed him too far—he couldn't just let them trample him without a response.

"Cultivators really are powerless to choose their actions…"

Mo Hua sighed, a touch of melancholy on his face, and tucked the storage bags into his chest.

Then he ran back to the pit, waiting to see if more Qian family cultivators would come and make him "powerless to choose."

Soon enough, more Qian family cultivators arrived one after another.

If there were many, Mo Hua let them go.

If there were few, Mo Hua did the same as before.

When dawn began to break and the battle inside the mine neared its end,

Mo Hua's chest was already stuffed to bursting…