Chapter 334

Qian's ancestral elder spoke at length.

Mo Hua listened, stunned—some of it made sense, yet something felt off, leaving him momentarily confused.

Suddenly, he felt something strange.

Deep schemers speak little.

This Qian ancestral elder shouldn't be a talkative man—why was he rambling on so long?

And so far, only Qian Hong had been chattering nonstop; Qian Hong hadn't said a single word?

Very strange…

Mo Hua poked out his small head again, stealing a glance—this time he looked longer, clearer—and after, his pupils shrank sharply.

Qian Hong's eyes were closed, his face deathly pale.

Blood-red array markings were drawn across his chest; all his blood seemed to flow along the lines, converging toward his heart.

Qian Hong turned his head and saw Mo Hua, his expression tense but his gaze resolute.

Mo Hua jumped.

His heart leapt—he feigned understanding, nodding frantically: "Yes, yes!"

Mo Hua frowned.

No one is probing me with spiritual sense.

The pig demon lay prostrate, seemingly lifeless, yet through its flesh, its chest glowed faintly red—as if a heart throbbed there, trembling in a sinister, frenzied way.

Mo Hua's thoughts were exposed; his heart panicked, yet he forced himself to appear frightened.

This Qian Hong is already dead!

If Qian Xue Tao had recovered and wanted to kill me, I'd have turned and run—and Qian Hong chasing me would've triggered the First-Rank Earth Fire Reversal Array.

"That person—I originally chose Xing'er, but he wasn't ambitious, so now only his father can take his place."

That spiritual sense came slowly and retreated slowly, touching briefly before vanishing—hard to detect.

While waiting, he had time to speak so much.

"What if you try?" Mo Hua said.

"I once held you in high regard, planned to make you clan master—but alas, you lacked nothing, yet excelled in nothing: not ruthless enough, not selfish enough, not patient enough… and yet you clung to the position of clan master, obsessed with Qian Clan's survival, even defied my orders—how laughable, how foolish."

Done—in the blink of an eye, everything I did was guessed by Qian Hong.

If so, everyone in this den will die in my hands!

"You need the heart of a blood-relative as a medicinal catalyst, to harmonize the conflicting bloodlines within the pill—only then will the body accept the medicine without rejection."

"In this world, everyone except yourself is an outsider—even those bound by blood… do you truly understand this?"

But his blood was black—rotten, decayed.

Qian Hong's own grandson was Xue Tao.

The evil array was forcibly activated; the pig demon's blood reversed, emitting a sharper, more heart-rending roar.

This Qian Hong is too hard to deal with.

Even from afar, Mo Hua could hear the pig demon's heart pounding.

The Qian ancestral elder seemed to be waiting—waiting for Qian Hong's blood to coagulate, to form the evil array.

This array was painstakingly calculated by me in advance; its patterns were drawn on the array disc, easy to deploy, and beneath its core, Mo Hua had already inscribed the Reverse Spirit Array.

Mo Hua endured the agony and discomfort—after how long, the pig demon's screams finally ceased.

At the same time, Qian Hong, having withdrawn his spiritual sense, exclaimed in shock:

You're Foundation Establishment mid-stage—how could you possibly kill me?

Qian Hong frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You learned concealment arts?"

Mo Hua placed the array before his face, then gathered courage and whispered:

The ancestral elder was used as a medicinal catalyst—surely killed by Qian Hong's own hands.

After entering the den, each person held one.

The collapse of the array was my only possible means to threaten Qian Hong.

That sharp curse struck Qian Hong's ears, making him freeze in surprise.

The Qian ancestral elder looked at Qian Hong and spoke calmly again:

I considered several possibilities:

One after another…

Mo Hua immediately rang the Dao Ting Si bronze bell; a subtle spiritual force ripple spread out.

The situation turned dire—Mo Hua's heart turned cold; he thought: Done for.

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a pang of disappointment.

Even if the array's collapse couldn't kill Qian Hong, it would wound him severely—at least delay him for a moment, giving me time to escape.

That heart is the Zhuan Yu Elder Pill!

Dead men don't speak—so only the Qian ancestral elder had been talking nonstop.

If Qian Hong remains unmoved and continues refining the medicine, I'll imitate Shou Hua Yuan and curse his four generations of ancestors—so he can't sit calmly, delaying his refinement.

The voice grew shrill, then strangely twisted, as if laced with human cries—like countless cultivators screaming and struggling in an endless hell.

Then, with the cultivators of Xiancheng, I'll be untouchable.

Qian Hong swallowed the Zhuan Yu Elder Pill; his aura grew increasingly violent as he began refining the medicine—once complete, he would break through the realm and become a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator.

At that moment, I must interrupt him—I cannot let him refine the Zhuan Yu Elder Pill in peace.

What do I do?

Mo Hua decided to provoke him—he thought of what Shou Hua Yuan said when cursing, and opened his mouth to curse:

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

"He knows concealment techniques, understands arrays, has weak spiritual sense, and... he once knocked Xing'er unconscious. He came from outside my mouth—if he extracted anything, it was to make you notice, so he knocked me out..."

Qian Jia Qian Hong paused to think, then shook his head. "Even a lion fighting a rabbit uses full strength. Even if he's only Qi Condensation, you must not underestimate him."

Qian Jia Qian Hong then asked with a hint of curiosity:

Even if Mo Hua, a senior of such stature, called him "Old Wang Sidan" to his face, Qian Jia Qian Hong showed not the slightest anger.

Mo Hua snorted.

Each heartbeat made Mo Hua's heart tremble.

"Old Wang Sidan!"

"The Transformation of Longevity into Primordial Essence Pill has a flaw: when refined by different people, their bloodlines mix and become chaotic..."

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened; suddenly his expression tightened as he sensed something unusual.

Mo Hua pulled out the Grade-One Earth Fire Array.

The evil array had formed!

Qian Jia Qian Hong perceived Mo Hua's unease, smiled faintly, then suddenly froze and cried urgently:

Mo Hua turned pale with shock.

If we can just buy some time—prevent Qian Jia Qian Hong from absorbing the medicinal power and breaking through to Foundation Establishment—then wait for Xue Taoqiao and Commander Yang to arrive, with more people and greater numbers, we can kill Qian Jia Qian Hong.

"What array did he set up that could threaten a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"Such profound spiritual sense—I can't fully fathom him..."

"No! It's him!"

Qian Jia Qian Hong frowned, muttering to himself, connecting all the pieces together.

Qian Jia Xue Tao slowly understood.

Before his words ended, Qian Jia Qian Hong's hand shot out like a claw, swift as wind, slashing a crimson glow that ripped open the boar demon's chest and tore out its heart.

Mo Hua calmed his emotions, then leaned forward again to take another look.

Xue Tao's eyes were tightly shut, his chest wide open, his skin dry and pale—more like a corpse than a corpse.

Qian Jia's Ancestor had been speaking to a dead man all along.

That bronze bell was a standard spiritual artifact of Dao Ting Si, specifically used for communication.

"He cursed you to make you attack him, so he could trap you in the array he set?"

As Mo Hua thought, he suddenly noticed the Ancestor's chest emitting a bloody, demonic glow.

"It's him!" Qian Jia Qian Hong shook his head. "He did it—he infiltrated Bai Shanzhai, broke the array, rallied Dao soldiers to besiege Bai Shanzhai, and uncovered my identity."

Mo Hua felt his eardrums vibrate, his head spinning; he immediately crouched down and covered his ears.

I didn't come here—my own array couldn't possibly be Bai Bu.

But Mo Hua's heart turned cold.

In its place came the grotesque laughter of Qian Jia Xue Tao.

Mo Hua listened, stunned—this Ancestor must have had some conflict with Qian Jia Qian Hong, some disagreement, which led to this outcome.

His entire skin was as pale as paper, just like his face, and not a trace of life remained on his body.

"Him?" Qian Jia Xue Tao recognized Mo Hua, surprised. "How did you get in? I didn't notice."

"Old Wang Sidan—he has lost all humanity, even killed his own grandson."

Mo Hua pointed at him. "Old Wang Sidan—you're finished!"

"The Transformation of Xue Taoqiao Pill—over a hundred years of effort, finally perfected!"

Qian Jia Xue Tao remained unmoved, instead watching Mo Hua with detached amusement:

"Ah, now it makes sense."

Meanwhile, Commander Yang and the others searching outside the den all sensed the bronze bell's strange resonance; their expressions hardened instantly as they rushed toward Mo Hua's location.

He stared at Mo Hua, his gaze growing ever more solemn. "It's him!"

After shaking the bronze bell, Mo Hua felt slightly relieved, then watched Qian Jia Xue Tao warily.

In contrast, he merely watched Mo Hua in silence.

Qian Jia Qian Hong opened his mouth and swallowed the bloody pill whole.

Before Mo Hua could react, Qian Jia Qian Hong showed no mercy—his palm pierced straight through Xue Tao's chest, tore out his heart, and hurled it into the boar demon's mouth.

Qian Jia Xue Tao's cultivation was deep, his schemes numerous—dragging this out, I couldn't outwit him.

The boar demon, dazed and stupid, swallowed the heart; its aura surged violently, its bloodstains glowed, seeping more blood, and a sinister demonic energy began circulating through the evil array.

But the shriek, though muffled, still reached Mo Hua's ears.

It was Qian Jia Xue Tao!

At this moment, Qian Jia Qian Hong was no longer that solemn figure—he wore a grotesque expression and let out a wild, booming laugh:

But Qian Jia Qian Hong still surpassed Mo Hua's expectations.

Mo Hua forced himself to calm down and began thinking of a solution.

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