Chapter 607

"Qiandao Sect... Liu Yuhua, the Elder..."

Mo Hua was startled, feeling a touch of regret.

If it had been an elder from another sect, perhaps in the future, if fate allowed, he could pay a visit, build rapport, and casually ask about the principles of the Eight Trigrams Thunder Array.

The orthodox Thunder Array is a hereditary secret of the Zheng family; he doubted he could learn it.

But if he probed indirectly, asking about knowledge related to the Thunder Array, he would surely gain something.

Mo Hua desperately wanted to know what the Eight Trigrams Thunder Array truly looked like, and how it differed from or resembled the "thunder pattern" he had intercepted from the Heavenly Dao Array, which contained the crimson calamity lightning.

If both shared the same origin and their array principles were interconnected...

He might be able to draw analogies, use the principles of the Eight Trigrams Thunder Pattern to leap forward instantly and directly learn the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Pattern!

But what a pity...

The Qiandao Sect's threshold was too high; its elders were likely all arrogant and aloof.

Even if he went to ask for guidance, he'd most likely be turned away with a closed door.

"Forget it..."

Mo Hua temporarily set the thunder pattern aside and turned to ask about the sub-thunder patterns, which included the "electric pattern" and "magnetic pattern," and the most important issue: the Transmission Order.

"Old Master, is the array used in the Transmission Order the electromagnetic array that incorporates 'sub-thunder patterns'?"

Old Master Xun silently glanced at Mo Hua, pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"In ancient times, array masters contemplated the nine heavens' thunder and manifested it as thunder patterns."

"But thunder patterns were too powerful, embodying heavenly might, magnificent and awe-inspiring, difficult to control—so they weakened, deconstructed, and calculated from them to derive weaker 'sub-thunder patterns'."

"Sub-thunder patterns arise from electricity generating magnetism, and magnetism generating electricity, mutually inducing, attracting and repelling—essentially a special form of spiritual energy."

"This principle of spiritual energy, through 'sub-thunder patterns,' forms arrays."

"Such arrays are called 'thunder-magnetic arrays.'"

"But the term 'thunder-magnetic' is actually inaccurate; since these arrays are merely secondary derivatives of heavenly thunder and contain no true 'thunder,' later array masters generally called them 'primordial magnetic arrays,' 'spiritual magnetic arrays,' or 'electromagnetic arrays'..."

Old Master Xun suddenly sighed, feeling a pang of nostalgia.

"Since the Dao Court unified the realm, the cultivation world has enjoyed peace for over twenty thousand years, and array arts have made great strides."

"But this development of array studies has been exceedingly complex."

"Some ancient arrays were obscure and profound, and truly lost to time..."

"Yet some arrays, after generations of cultivators painstakingly researching and iteratively improving them, eventually surpassed the achievements of ancient cultivators by a great margin..."

Old Master Xun glanced at Mo Hua. "I've told you about the lost ancient arrays..."

Mo Hua immediately nodded. "The Chaos Two-Instrument arrays!"

Old Master Xun nodded. "Correct. These arrays are profoundly simple yet deeply obscure, so most have been lost..."

"The orthodox thunder patterns were too dangerous and many lineages have been lost as well..."

"The other category, which has seen great development, is the 'thunder-magnetic pattern.'"

"Modern cultivators' application of 'thunder-magnetic patterns' far surpasses that of ancient cultivators—it's not just a little better, it's a world apart..."

"For example, the Transmission Order's underlying array is built upon 'sub-thunder patterns' and utilizes the principles of thunder-magnetism to form a primordial magnetic array..."

"But this is merely a basic thunder-magnetic array."

"Some major sects' disciple tokens, like my Grand Void Gate's Grand Void Token, are constructed using an entire complex and efficient grand thunder-magnetic array—the culmination of sub-thunder patterns..."

As Old Master Xun spoke, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart and fell silent.

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled; halfway through, he couldn't help blurting out:

"Old Master, please go on..."

Grand Void Token... grand thunder-magnetic array...

He'd only just heard the beginning—he hadn't reached the crucial part yet...

Old Master Xun looked at Mo Hua, his heart trembling slightly, as if continuing would reveal a great secret...

Old Master Xun's expression froze, disbelief flickering across his face.

He hadn't said anything substantial—how had he leaked a secret?

Leaked to whom?

To Mo Hua?

Unlikely—he was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator...

"Old Master?" Mo Hua asked, puzzled.

Old Master Xun snapped back to himself, cleared his throat. "Let's not talk about the Grand Void Token for now. You wouldn't understand anyway. Let me first tell you... ahem, about the Transmission Order."

Mo Hua felt unsatisfied, but since Old Master Xun refused to continue, there was nothing he could do.

Knowing the array principles of the Transmission Order would suffice.

He wasn't picky!

"Mm-hmm, please go on..." Mo Hua wore an expression of humble inquiry.

Old Master Xun said: "From an alchemist's perspective, the Transmission Order is a spiritual artifact forged by combining arrays..."

"But from an array master's perspective, it is actually an array constructed using the spiritual artifact as a medium..."

"The fundamental principle of the Transmission Order is electromagnetic induction."

As Old Master Xun spoke, the tension of "revealing heavenly secrets" gradually faded from his mind; he relaxed and continued:

"The Transmission Order has a unique form: on the surface, it appears to be a jade slip read by spiritual awareness..."

"But internally, it is engraved with 'primordial magnetic' or 'spiritual magnetic' arrays, actually transmitting messages over distance through electromagnetic array patterns and resonance..."

"The transmission distance is limited; the higher the rank of the Transmission Order, the farther the range—but even the farthest will not exceed one great continent..."

Mr. Xun spoke at length, and Mo Hua listened attentively.

After a stick of incense had burned, Mr. Xun finished speaking, lifted his teacup, and sipped his tea.

In his mind, Mo Hua re-examined the key points Mr. Xun had shared, yet still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

Most importantly, Mr. Xun had not yet reached the "core point."

Mo Hua's thoughts shifted slightly; he blinked, then said:

"Mr. Xun, if I wanted to 'dismantle'… no, to re-forging a transmission token, how would I go about it?"

Mr. Xun's eyelid twitched slightly. "Dismantle?"

Mo Hua shook his head vigorously. "Forging!"

Mr. Xun gave Mo Hua a skeptical glance and asked in a low voice:

"You're not… planning to do something illicit, are you?"

Mo Hua's expression turned solemn as he clarified:

"Mr. Xun, I am a disciple of the Grand Void Gate — a law-abiding cultivator!"

Mr. Xun studied Mo Hua closely, seeing his clear gaze and upright demeanor — truly not the look of someone about to do wrong — and finally relaxed.

Besides…

What ill intentions could a child so young possibly harbor?

Even if he had ill intentions, it was only a transmission token — what harm could it possibly do…

Moreover, transmission tokens involve extremely profound arrays, with highly complex applications — it's not as if he could simply forge one after hearing me explain.

I say it once, and he learns it.

If that were true, teaching arrays would be too easy.

Mr. Xun nodded and said generously: "Alright, I'll tell you…"

Mo Hua beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Xun!"

Seeing Mo Hua's warm, smiling face, Mr. Xun felt a quiet warmth in his chest and smiled faintly:

"The array applications of the transmission token are quite complex…"

"Generally, when drawing arrays, one must pay attention to ink, brushwork, and the compatibility between array medium and array, but the requirements aren't overly strict."

"But the transmission token is different…"

"The array medium is unusual, the ink requirements are stringent, and the array structure — more precisely, the 'array pivot' framework — differs greatly from ordinary arrays…"

Mr. Xun explained each point to Mo Hua:

"First, the array medium…"

"The transmission token uses a jade token as its array medium. This jade is rare and must block lightning and electromagnetic forces, shield against spiritual sense surveillance, and have excellent sealing properties…"

"The spiritual ink is also different from ordinary ink…"

"The transmission token uses 'magnetic ink.'"

"By 'magnetic ink,' I mean spiritual ink infused with 'lightning-magnetic' energy, made by mixing the blood of lightning-affinity beasts with magnetized spiritual materials…"

"Ordinary spiritual ink becomes whatever you draw — but magnetic ink is different…"

"Magnetic ink is not fixed; it changes according to electromagnetic induction and array pattern shifts, forming different characters."

"The array pivot framework is even more complex…"

"The lightning-magnetic array's pivot structure consists of two parts: one is the fixed lightning-magnetic array pattern, the foundational framework used to sense magnetic force."

"The other is the variable array pattern."

"These patterns can change and, through 'magnetic ink,' manifest as the 'characters' within the transmission token."

"In short, the electromagnetic array within the transmission token uses a fixed lightning-magnetic pattern, leveraging the principle of electromagnetic induction to trigger changes in the 'variable array pattern,' thereby altering the 'magnetic ink' in real time to manifest various characters and achieve communication..."

Mr. Xun delivered this complex explanation in one breath, then stole a glance at Mo Hua — and found Mo Hua's eyes bright, his expression enlightened — and froze.

"You… understood?"

Mo Hua nodded slightly, humbly saying:

"I understood a little…"

Mr. Xun was momentarily stunned.

This was the lightning-magnetic array…

How could this child learn so quickly…

I myself spent half a year just to grasp the general concept of this obscure, complex array theory.

"Could it really be that his spiritual sense is too strong, his foundation too solid, his comprehension too high — so that once he grasps one thing, he understands them all, and a single hint is enough?"

Mr. Xun couldn't help muttering inwardly.

Mo Hua asked: "Mr. Xun, do you have a 'lightning-magnetic array'? I'd like to see it…"

Mr. Xun nodded.

Of course he had the lightning-magnetic array.

Habitually, he reached into his storage pouch, pulled out the array halfway, then suddenly remembered something, coughed softly, and put it back.

"I forgot… the Grand Void Gate doesn't teach the lightning-magnetic array…"

"If you want to learn it, you must earn merit points and exchange them yourself."

"Oh…"

Mo Hua looked disappointed.

So close…

Mr. Xun had almost pulled out the array diagram…

Yet he felt puzzled: "Mr. Xun, why doesn't the sect teach the lightning-magnetic array?"

Mr. Xun shook his head, "Such secret array techniques are generally not taught to outer disciples; even among inner disciples, few students learn them…"

"And they're very hard to learn…"

"Hard to learn?" Mo Hua asked in confusion. "Is the mental awareness requirement very high?"

"It's not about how high…" Mr. Xun said. "It's still the same thing—too complex…"

Mo Hua didn't quite understand.

Mr. Xun said, "This array involves a large number of 'secondary thunder marks,' which are variant array patterns. The mental awareness strength required for learning it is naturally higher, but only slightly higher than that of ordinary arrays…"

"The most complex part is that this kind of thunder-magnetism array isn't useful if just one person learns it."

"This kind of array requires building a system."

"Like compound arrays and grand arrays—it requires multiple cultivators to jointly construct the array, linking and responding to each other…"

"It doesn't demand that any single array master have profound mental awareness, but it demands multiple, even a group of array masters, each fulfilling their role, acting with tacit understanding, cooperating, jointly calculating, and converging into a vast mental awareness computational power to construct a complete 'thunder-magnetism communication' array system..."

"In short…"

"It doesn't require high single mental awareness strength, but demands broad multi-point mental awareness coverage…"

"Therefore, under normal circumstances, the sect organizes array masters of the same lineage and origin to learn, study, and construct this kind of thunder-magnetism array together…"

"If one person learns it alone, it's useless—unless…"

Mr. Xun smiled slyly, "Unless you can do the work of two people, three people, even ten people—all by yourself…"

Mo Hua's heart leapt; he pondered deeply, but revealed nothing, only smiled and thanked:

"Thank you, Mr. Xun, for your guidance!"

Thanks to Mr. Xun's explanation, Mo Hua now had a clearer understanding of the "thunder-magnetism array."

Next, he would find similar arrays and start learning them.

Mr. Xun nodded slightly, then asked suddenly:

"How are you doing with the sect's tasks?"

Mo Hua sighed. "I've started, but the tasks are hard to take on—merit points are difficult to earn…"

Mr. Xun comforted him:

"It's fine. You've just joined, and you're young. Take it slow…"

The more talented one is, the more one must temper one's character.

Start with entry-level tasks, step by step.

Understand the value of the sect's heritage, and the difficulty of earning merit points.

Once your character is stable and your foundation solid, when your array skill improves further and your grade is confirmed, you can draw some second-grade arrays and earn far more merit points.

And you won't have to fight or kill—it's very safe…

Mr. Xun silently pondered, then comforted Mo Hua again:

"Take it slow… the merit points will surely keep increasing…"

Little by little, the more arrays you draw, the more merit points you'll accumulate…

Mo Hua nodded. "That's right!"

Kill a few more "Vultures," and the merit points will pile up even faster!

…

After consulting Mr. Xun, Mo Hua returned to the disciples' quarters.

Vultures, transmission orders, human traffickers, Master Tu, Four Symbols Array.

Mo Hua decided to proceed step by step in order.

To obtain clues from the dead Vultures…

He first had to crack the transmission orders, dismantle their underlying arrays, use "thunder-magnetism resonance" to see if he could reverse-engineer the "variable array patterns," trace back the magnetic ink, and restore the erased text…

To "crack" the transmission orders, he first needed to master part of the "thunder-magnetism" arrays.

The minor arrays like the Minor Magnetism Array didn't count.

"Thunder-magnetism arrays…"

Mo Hua flipped through the merit ledger for a long time but found no array diagrams containing the words "thunder-magnetism."

Then he searched for "magnetism" and "spirit magnetism," and within moments, he indeed found some array diagrams.

But there weren't many.

Clearly, arrays involving "secondary thunder marks" were extremely obscure.

These magnetism arrays were mostly high-grade second-grade, or even third-grade and above.

Almost none were low-grade.

He didn't know whether this was because the transmission was inherently scarce, or because the Grand Void Gate elders were cautious and didn't want disciples to study such arrays too deeply…

Mo Hua leaned over his desk, staring at the merit ledger, searching for a long time, until he finally found one array closest to his level that applied the "thunder-magnetism resonance" principle:

"Beacon Magnetism Array."

Sixteen patterns, second-grade mid-tier, magnetism system array, generated from the Eight Trigrams secondary thunder marks.

Magnetism resonance, self-constructing system—it is the underlying array of "transmission" spiritual devices…

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

This one!

"Beacon Magnetism Array…"

Magnetism resonance, beacon communication…

Unfortunately, this array had sixteen patterns, requiring mental awareness at the peak of Foundation Establishment—Mo Hua currently had only fifteen patterns and couldn't learn it yet.

But it was only sixteen patterns—just one pattern short.

Mo Hua checked the merit points required for the exchange, turned pale, and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Eight hundred and sixty points…"

That much?!

He even thought of running to Dao Ting Si to report that his own sect was robbing people…

A rank-two, sixteen-pattern array really costs over eight hundred merit points?!

So deceitful!

Mo Hua flipped through other sixteen-pattern arrays and found most only required two hundred or so merit points; even the higher ones were around three hundred. His mood eased a little.

"It must be that this array is extremely rare…"

"Or maybe it's too difficult—no one can learn it, so it's so expensive…"

Mo Hua nodded, deciding only an array of this "level" was worthy of his learning.

Still, eight hundred-plus merit points was too expensive…

Mo Hua sighed.

No choice—just save slowly…

After all, his current spiritual sense was only fifteen patterns; it would still take time to reach sixteen.

"First, practice arrays to hone my spiritual sense to sixteen patterns, then join Elder Murong on missions to accumulate merit points—double-pronged approach…"

"Once my spiritual sense reaches sixteen patterns, I'll learn the Beacon Magnetic Array, then start 'cracking' the Message Orders to see who the eagles communicated with, who their accomplices were, and what clues I can find…"

"Then follow the trail, dig deeper… This way, I'll accumulate merit points, exchange array blueprints, learn arrays, and strengthen my spiritual sense—all at once."

"The stronger my spiritual sense, the easier it'll be to break through the bottleneck…"

"Once I reach Foundation Establishment mid-stage, I'll keep saving merit points and learning arrays…"

Mo Hua nodded, having mapped out his plan clearly.

After that, he became busy.

Two days later, Murong Caiyun found Mo Hua and specifically told him: "Two hundred and twenty merit points total—I've transferred them to you…"

Two hundred and twenty!

Mo Hua was overjoyed.

They'd originally said "one hundred merit points minimum…"—he never expected so much extra.

Now he was one step closer to the sixteen-pattern Beacon Magnetic Array!

"Thank you, Elder Murong!" Mo Hua said sincerely.

Seeing Mo Hua's joy, Murong Caiyun smiled slightly.

Mo Hua wanted to join Elder Murong on more missions, but missions weren't always available, and Murong Caiyun had her own cultivation—she didn't have much free time.

Mo Hua could only continue patiently painting rank-one arrays, accumulating merit points bit by bit.

Even a mosquito's blood is blood.

In the following days, Mo Hua was busy yet fulfilled.

By day, he attended his own classes and also taught fellow sect members.

At night, back in the disciples' quarters, he first performed his routine cultivation, then studied and painted arrays.

At midnight, he entered his spiritual sea and continued practicing arrays on the Dao Stele, honing his spiritual sense.

His merit points slowly increased; his spiritual sense also gradually strengthened.

Soon, it was time for the ten-day break.

Mo Hua missed Yu Er, so he went to Shangguan Xu and said he wanted to visit Qingzhou City to thank Xu Wanyi and see Yu Er.

Shangguan Xu was also returning home, so he arranged a carriage and took Mo Hua along to Qingzhou City.

Qingzhou City wasn't far from Grand Void Gate; less than half a day's travel brought them into the city and to the Gu family.

The Shangguan and Gu families were closely allied, so Yu Er had stayed at the Gu residence to recover, under Xu Wanyi's care.

With Shangguan Xu leading the way, they encountered no obstacles.

After months apart, Mo Hua saw Xu Wanyi again.

Xu Wanyi had grown thin, her face haggard, her gaze heavy with deep worry, occasionally flickering with pain.

Yet when she saw Mo Hua, she rallied, smiling gently and asking how he was doing in the sect, how his cultivation was going, whether anyone had bullied him…

Mo Hua replied: "Don't worry, Xu Wanyi—the elders are kind, the sect members are friendly, no one bullies me!"

Xu Wanyi exhaled in relief, "That's good…"

But before she finished speaking, she grew distant, her eyes filled with profound sorrow.

Mo Hua asked softly:

"Xu Wanyi… how is Yu Er?"

Xu Wanyi froze, then smiled bitterly: "Yu Er… he often has nightmares—so he dares not sleep at all. His spiritual sense is gradually weakening. I…"

Suddenly, she choked, her eyes reddening, unable to speak.

Mo Hua asked anxiously: "Can I go see him?"

Xu Wanyi thought for a moment, then nodded: "I'll take you to see him…"

Mo Hua followed Xu Wanyi into a slightly secluded guest room in the southeast corner of the Gu residence.

The place was extremely quiet, with no cultivators present.

But Mo Hua's spiritual sense stirred slightly—he sensed extremely subtle energies nearby.

Subtle meant powerful.

Though it seemed remote, the security was extremely tight.

Because Xu Wanyi was with him, these powerful cultivators of the realm merely brushed their spiritual senses lightly over Mo Hua before withdrawing, without spying.

But this was merely Mo Hua's speculation.

With his level of spiritual sense, he could not yet perceive the spiritual probes of these high-level cultivators.

It was more like an intuitive sense of cosmic fate and cause and effect.

Mo Hua knew in his heart that someone had just scanned him with spiritual sense.

Mo Hua followed Wen Ren Wan through a quiet corridor, passed a pond with emerald water like Hua Ruyu, walked through a fresh and beautiful garden, and arrived at a quiet side room.

Outside the side room, intricate arrays were painted, far beyond Mo Hua's cultivation level to comprehend.

These arrays were of very high rank, clearly meant to protect Yu'er.

Inside the side room, furnishings were simple, but fine, precious Spirit-Soothing Incense burned; the screen displayed landscapes of Shanhe, embroidered with clouds and mist in motion—clearly a top-grade protective spiritual artifact.

Little Yu'er lay on the bed, brows tightly furrowed, face pale as paper, looking utterly pitiful.

Wen Ren Wan, upon seeing him, felt as if her heart had been pierced by a knife.

Mo Hua, watching, also felt deep pity.

Mo Hua did not wish to disturb Yu'er; he sighed softly and turned to leave.

At that moment, Yu'er slowly opened his eyes, turned his head toward them weakly, and spoke in a faint voice tinged with hope:

"Mo… brother?"

Mo Hua's heart trembled slightly; he glanced at Wen Ren Wan.

Wen Ren Wan nodded; Mo Hua walked to Yu'er's side, gently took his hand, and said softly: "Not asleep yet…?"

Yu'er nodded weakly, voice trembling: "I can't sleep…"

Then he added quietly: "Dare not sleep…"

Mo Hua sighed softly, stroked Yu'er's head, and said: "It's all right now—rest for a while…"

"Mm…"

Yu'er nodded slowly, but still refused to close his eyes.

Mo Hua asked: "What's wrong?"

Yu'er hesitated a moment, then whispered carefully:

"Brother, if I close my eyes… will you leave?"

Mo Hua shook his head. "I'll stay here with you until you wake up."

In Yu'er's weak eyes, a glimmer of light appeared; his pale little face softened with a faint smile.

"Sleep now…"

Mo Hua whispered.

The words were calm and peaceful, yet tender.

"Mm."

Yu'er nodded obediently, then slowly closed his eyes.

Gradually, his breathing grew even; the furrows on his brow slowly smoothed, and soon, he seemed to sleep peacefully…

Wen Ren Wan covered her mouth, tears glistening in her eyes—shocked, yet relieved.

But she dared not speak, fearing she might disturb Yu'er.

Mo Hua nodded to Wen Ren Wan and lowered his voice:

"Wan Yi, you should rest for a while."

He could see her complexion was poor, and within his perception, her emotions were turbulent, her spiritual sense unstable.

Clearly, she had been anxious day and night, burdened by excessive worry.

After all, cultivators are still human—if sorrow overwhelms them beyond their limit, their spiritual sense will collapse.

Wen Ren Wan hesitated long, then said uneasily:

"What about Yu'er…?"

Mo Hua whispered: "I'll guard here. This is the Gu family's home, with so many arrays—it's perfectly safe."

Wen Ren Wan hesitated again; seeing Mo Hua's clear gaze and gentle expression, she felt inexplicably reassured.

Wen Ren Wan exhaled, her eyes filled with apology:

"Then… thank you."

Mo Hua shook his head.

He had entered the Grand Void Gate thanks to Wan Yi's help—she had run back and forth, spent countless favors.

He had always remembered this debt.

Wen Ren Wan glanced once more at Yu'er; seeing that he truly slept peacefully, she reluctantly left the side room and went to the adjacent chamber to meditate and rest.

But she still could not fully relax, so she left a thread of spiritual sense to monitor Mo Hua's side.

Mo Hua guarded Yu'er for her.

She would guard Mo Hua in return.

Seeing Yu'er sleeping peacefully, Mo Hua relaxed, took a cushion, sat down beside him, and pulled out a book on arrays, focusing intently.

He had promised Yu'er—he would wait here until Yu'er woke.

Time passed slowly.

Yu'er slept quietly; Mo Hua remained beside him.

Everything remained normal, no anomalies occurred.

Unaware, the sun set, dusk deepened, then turned into a dark, chilly night.

The side room was silent, pitch black.

Mo Hua did not light a lamp; he put away the array book and sat in meditation.

Suddenly, he was startled, opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening as he turned to look.

There, Yu'er—who had been sleeping peacefully—was now pale as death, curled up, trembling uncontrollably, her brows tightly knitted, her expression agonized, as if terrified of something utterly horrific.

Mo Hua frowned, scanning the surroundings.

But the empty side chamber was cold and empty under the night, nothing at all.

Mo Hua's thoughts shifted slightly, and he began to activate his spiritual awareness, using the Method of Heavenly Mechanism Divination to sense the qi around him.

In an instant, Mo Hua's expression stiffened.

He saw that the once cold and empty side chamber had suddenly sprouted hidden, inscrutable, nearly imperceptible threads of cause and effect.

These threads resembled chains, as if born from empty space.

And clusters of strange, grotesque, eerie things emerged along these karmic chains, rising from chaotic void, slowly crawling out from the ceiling and walls...

They carried the stench of blood and corruption.

Black, viscous sludge coated them.

Some had human bodies with horse heads, others donkey heads with demonic bodies, still others dog bodies with human faces…

As if born from evil hybridization, bursting forth from the amniotic sac of sinful embryos, these demons and monsters exuded a chilling, terrifying aura…

Born from nothingness, they followed the karmic chains, ignoring all defensive measures within the room, crawling toward Yu'er, whose face was filled with fear and pain…

Yu'er's expression was one of terror; her small body writhed uncontrollably under boundless dread.

The atmosphere in the side chamber grew increasingly oppressive, increasingly lifeless.

Just then, a clear voice rang out.

"Hey!"

The tense atmosphere froze for an instant.

All the demons, ghosts, and monsters—ox heads, human faces, horse faces, donkey heads—turned their heads, finally noticing there was another person in the room.

And this "person" seemed to see them…

Mo Hua looked at the group of "demons" and said flatly:

"Don't you knock before entering?"

The ghosts and demons were stunned, then, as if provoked by a mere ant, their already grotesque faces twisted into something even more horrifying; their eyes blazed with savage malice, crimson and glaring, as if ready to devour flesh.

They wanted to tear this meddling human brat apart and swallow him whole.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became terrifying beyond measure…

Amid the chaos of dancing demons, Mo Hua remained calm, slowly rising to his feet.

His gaze was cold; he smiled faintly, unconsciously licking his lips:

"Foreign evil spirits… so rude."

Wrote too much, so it's late—sorry~

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(End of Chapter)