Chapter 282: Feeding the Pig

Scarface killed cleanly, but Mo Hua found it headache-inducing.

Although spiritual cultivators are at a severe disadvantage when melee cultivators close in.

But this pale-faced man was too weak.

Couldn't he sense Scarface's obvious killing intent?

For a dark cultivator, he was even more naive than I am.

Mo Hua sighed.

He had intended to use the storage bag to provoke the two into fighting each other, so he could reap the benefits as the third party.

If they fought, even if they didn't kill each other, at least they'd both be wounded.

Then he could step out and deliver the finishing blow, picking up the spoils.

But he hadn't expected this pale-faced man to be so useless—he let Scarface get close and get killed so easily.

With such low vigilance, what's the point of being a spiritual cultivator?

Mo Hua couldn't help grumbling inwardly.

Scarface killed the pale-faced man, retrieved the cultivation manual from his chest, tossed the body into the room, spat, and walked off.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up—Scarface didn't take the pale-faced man's storage bag?

Had the dark fire burned his brain so badly he forgot?

"If you won't take it, then I won't be polite."

Mo Hua slipped into the room and slipped the pale-faced man's storage bag into his own coat.

Inside was the secret manual for Fireball Technique he had long desired.

With this manual, the power of his Fireball Technique might rise another level.

This wasn't a bad deal at all.

Mo Hua tucked away the storage bag and immediately climbed onto the beam.

After a while, Scarface returned as expected, rummaged through the pale-faced man's corpse, but couldn't find the storage bag.

"Did I misremember? He clearly had it on him…"

Scarface frowned, thought for a moment, then grew irritable and said:

"Forget it. Nothing valuable anyway."

He turned and ransacked the pale-faced man's room, gathered some spirit stones and spirit tools, and left, leaving the body lying stiffly on the ground.

Mo Hua watched and sighed:

"What's the point of being a dark cultivator? Even dead, no one bothers to bury you."

But it was his own fault—he felt no sympathy whatsoever.

"This Scarface is really hard to kill."

Mo Hua couldn't help thinking again.

He'd planned twice, and Scarface remained unharmed—he was clearly an experienced dark cultivator.

If they fought face-to-face, Mo Hua had no confidence at all.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the beam, thought for a while, and suddenly remembered Kong Sheng.

Kong Sheng also had to be dealt with eventually.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then concealed his form and went to the room where Kong Sheng was imprisoned.

Kong Sheng was still acting like a madman, occasionally flying into rages.

He growled in a low voice, now threatening to kill one, now another.

Mo Hua sat on the roof, patiently waiting for Scarface to pass by.

The paths of Great Heishan were crisscrossed; though complex, they intersected.

Scarface would inevitably pass this path when he went on night watch.

After waiting for a long time, as night fell, Mo Hua subtly stirred his spiritual sense and indeed spotted Scarface's figure in the distance.

He had killed the pale-faced man, so tonight he alone must stand guard.

I wonder if Great Heishan had any village rules—would Scarface be punished for killing the pale-faced man?

But now wasn't the time to consider that.

Mo Hua concealed his form and entered Kong Sheng's room.

Kong Sheng glared with venomous eyes, plotting something, muttering to himself:

"I'll kill you all eventually…"

Mo Hua crept behind him, raised the Thousand-Jin Club, activated the array, and brought down a silent blow.

Kong Sheng was only Qi Condensation Seventh Layer, and his cultivation was weak—he fainted with one strike.

Then Mo Hua unsealed the array on the door, opened the iron gate, took out a Flame Charm, threaded it with a thin rope, tied it to Kong Sheng's wrist, and shoved it into his sleeve.

This Flame Charm had been seized from the Qian family cultivator—there were three total; Mo Hua had used one, and two remained.

After preparing everything, Scarface was nearly approaching—Mo Hua slapped Kong Sheng awake, then vanished, concealed.

Kong Sheng woke up dazed, his head and face both aching, and cursed:

"Who the fuck…"

He didn't finish cursing—he froze suddenly, seeing the iron gate was open.

What happened?

Kong Sheng paused, then suddenly understood.

It was that fat cultivator who brought the meals!

"He must have sent the jade pendant to my father, and now my father, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, has come with Qian family cultivators to rescue me!"

But why knock me out?

Yet the situation was urgent; there was no time to dwell on such details. The most important thing was that he could escape.

Kong Sheng's heart surged with wild joy.

He quickly rose and burst through the door.

This wretched place—he had endured enough. He didn't want to stay any longer, didn't want to eat those inedible meals, didn't want to endure the cold glares and sneers of the evil cultivators.

As long as he got out, he would still be the young master of the Kong family of Qingxuan City.

He could command the winds and rain in Qingxuan City; no one would dare to control him!

And the grudges against the Ji family father and son, and that little bitch Fu Lan—he could finally take revenge!

The more Kong Sheng thought about it, the more excited he became—but just as he reached the door, he saw a figure standing before him, tall and burly, with a terrifying scar across his face.

It was the Scarface.

Scarface sneered coldly, "You're trying to escape?"

Seeing Scarface's grotesque smile and the chilling killing intent radiating from him, Kong Sheng's limbs went weak; he stammered, "I… I didn't."

Scarface glanced around and asked, "Who opened the iron gate?"

"I… I don't know."

Scarface sneered, "Someone must have told you: any prisoner of Great Heishan who tries to escape will die without mercy."

Kong Sheng, terrified, frantically waved his hands, "I didn't escape…"

Yet inside his heart he cried out: "Why hasn't my father come yet? If he arrives, he'll kill all these beasts!"

But Kong Sheng didn't notice that as he waved his hands, a talisman slipped out from his sleeve.

Kong Sheng, in his panic, didn't notice—but Scarface did.

The talisman's rank was clearly high; the Kong family's young master had hidden it in his sleeve, surely pretending to be afraid to lull him into complacency, waiting for an opportunity to strike and ambush him.

Scarface instantly flew into a rage: "How dare you, you little brat, scheme against me?"

In a flash, he closed the distance, his blade moving like lightning, cleaving Kong Sheng in two.

Kong Sheng, at Qi Condensation Seventh Layer, accustomed to luxury and bullying others with his status, offered no resistance—he died beneath Scarface's blade.

Kong Sheng was cut down. After a while, an old evil cultivator walked over and scolded Scarface:

"What's gotten into you? Killing one during the day wasn't enough? Now you kill the hostage too?"

Scarface bowed his head and clasped his hands, "He tried to run."

The old evil cultivator snorted coldly, "Don't make excuses. This time, I'm recording a major offense. From now on, you'll guard alone at night—if anything goes wrong, it'll be on you!"

Scarface could only reply, "Yes."

Mo Hua sighed.

He hadn't expected Great Heishan's punishments for evil cultivators to be so light.

Scarface had killed the pale-faced man, then killed Kong Sheng—and all he got was a major offense and a night of solitary guard duty. No other punishment.

He had hoped that if Scarface suffered severe injury, he'd be easier to kill.

Mo Hua still remembered the woman cultivator's pitiful appearance in the night.

He was certain he would kill Scarface.

But now it seemed he might not be able to kill him anytime soon.

He had already left too many traces by tricking two people to their deaths.

The pale-faced man's storage bag, the opened iron gate of Kong Sheng's room, and the talisman in his sleeve.

Someone observant would surely spot the clues and deduce that someone was behind this.

Great Heishan couldn't be stayed in any longer.

Indeed, Scarface then told the old evil cultivator: "The iron gate to Kong Sheng's room was opened. Someone must have let him out."

The old evil cultivator frowned.

They talked for a while, found no leads, and temporarily dropped the matter.

But Mo Hua knew they had grown suspicious.

Anything out of the ordinary must conceal a trick.

Mo Hua had managed to conceal himself with his stealth technique this long already counted as impressive.

"Should I go home now? My parents must be worried," Mo Hua thought silently.

At that moment, he heard the old evil cultivator say to Scarface:

"Drag that Kong family brat off to feed the pigs."

Third watch ended~