Chapter 734: Severing Gold Gate

"Little Senior Brother..."

The tall, broad-shouldered Cheng Mo, his eyes clear and bright, even carried a trace of "filial longing," which made Mo Hua feel uncomfortable all over.

"Could you sell me a set of this armor? I'll pay any amount of spirit stones!"

Cheng Mo was so greedy his drool was about to drip down.

Hearing this, the others all looked at Mo Hua with burning eyes.

Especially Sister Situ and Hao Xuan.

The two of them had never worn this armor before, never experienced the feeling of spiritual power amplification and the soaring might of Daoist arts, so their faces were full of curiosity and longing.

Sister Situ was a sword cultivator, and very much wanted to know how powerful his Departing Fire Sword would become once amplified.

Hao Xuan now counted as a "staff" cultivator, but had once been a sword cultivator.

Elder Xun was momentarily stunned and lost in thought...

Cheng Mo promised with a solemn face.

"However, a mid second-grade, thick-skinned, tough-fleshed boar demon was actually slaughtered by these kids..."

The few of them felt a little regret.

Sword-like brows and a long flowing beard, a face upright and incorruptible, suddenly floated up in his heart.

After a moment, Mo Hua suddenly started, then raised his head, looking toward the mountain path on the other side, his gaze sharpening, and said in a low voice:

"Someone's coming."

"Truly, the younger generation is to be feared..."

Cheng Mo raised his two great axes and began chopping the boar's head.

Back then, the two of them had cultivated together, practiced the sword together, and been punished together; their bond ran deep.

Now there had been no news of him at all, and it was unknown where he had gone.

Elder Xun nodded, then silently glanced at Mo Hua and the others a few times.

In less than a moment, several cultivators' auras appeared within the range of his divine sense.

Even though he liked ambushes, who wouldn't want to try once a powerful sword art?

But before he could feel sorrow for long, several cultivators' auras came from afar.

"Good."

This was a mid second-grade boar demon, fat head and big ears, a special type; once skinned and deboned to extract materials, it looked like it could be worth quite a few merit points.

Mo Hua said, "This armor has quite a few restrictions, and the formation inside is very complicated. If I don't control it with my divine sense, there's no way to amplify spiritual power..."

But Cheng Mo still hurriedly said, "Little Senior Brother, next time you want to do something, you must take me along. My demands aren't high either—just let me wear this armor, and wherever you point, I'll chop."

Cheng Mo and the others exchanged a glance, sensing something amiss.

These cultivators had clearly sensed Mo Hua and the others, and without any attempt to avoid them, swaggered over and appeared at the edge of the forest.

Remember the Old Ancestor's instructions: keep this child safe.

His thoughts reaching this point, Elder Xun's gaze dimmed, and his heart felt bleak.

Mo Hua and the others were skinning and deboning the boar demon.

This was the Old Ancestor's business.

The Old Ancestor's business—someone like himself, a mere great-grandson at the Golden Core stage, didn't have the guts, nor the ability, to meddle.

The last disciple he had seen who, at mid Foundation Establishment cultivation, could lead a team to hunt mid Foundation Establishment demon beasts, seemed to be Senior Brother Xuan...

Senior Brother Xuan back then was a dazzling sword Dao genius, a descendant of the Ancestor Dugu who stood alone in sword Dao, deified the Grand Void, and upon whom the entire Grand Void Gate had pinned great hopes.

Heaven envies the talented...

But later, for some unknown reason, his natal spirit sword snapped, and from then on he fell into decline, becoming just another face in the crowd.

He raised his head and looked, seeing the sky gradually darkening, and said, "It's getting late. Let's skin this boar demon first, and talk when we get back."

But seeing Mo Hua's somewhat solemn expression, Cheng Mo and the others understood, and each picked up their axes, gripped their blades and swords, their expressions wary.

The others also divided up the work.

No matter what Mo Hua's identity was, or where he had learned his formations, it was none of his business.

Elder Xun sighed in his heart.

Mo Hua was a little helpless. "Fine..."

Cheng Mo was somewhat startled, released his divine sense, but there was no one around.

But now, as time flowed on and the great Dao stretched long, he feared they would never meet again.

After a series of rather complicated internal struggles, Elder Xun, who was far away, finally calmed his mood.

Elder Xun turned his head, following the auras with his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly.

Apart from this, everything else was none of his business.

Although it was a joint effort by several people, it was still quite remarkable.

A group of eight cultivators, wearing golden Daoist robes, golden swords at their waists, all of them gold-type spiritual roots, handsome and elegant in appearance, with arrogant expressions.

Mo Hua thought to himself, just as he expected.

It was the Severing Gold Gate...

Among these eight, the faces were all unfamiliar; seven of them were at mid Foundation Establishment, and the one leading them was, shockingly, late Foundation Establishment.

It seemed to be a Senior Brother from the Severing Gold Gate, leading a group of disciples to hunt demons.

This late Foundation Establishment Senior Brother from the Severing Gold Gate was tall and thin, Jin Yuqiwai, holding his head high, looking very impressive.

To his right, a Severing Gold Gate disciple stepped forward, pointed at Mo Hua and the others, and opened his mouth to say:

"Little brats, you've got some nerve—daring to steal demon beasts from our Severing Gold Gate?"

Cheng Mo's gaze sharpened, and he said coldly:

"This pig demon was killed by us after countless hardships—what the hell does it have to do with your Golden Break Gate?"

The Golden Break Gate disciple sneered, "You're just a few Foundation Establishment mid-stage brats with no experience—how could you possibly have killed this Rank-Two Mid-Level beast?"

"This pig demon was clearly killed by us!"

"That's right," another disciple chimed in, "We surrounded it together, wounded it, and chased it for a long time—we were about to take it down when you brats snatched it from under our noses..."

"Since we're all disciples from the Qianxue Province, leave the pig demon with us, and we'll let this slide."

Cheng Mo, angered by their distortion of facts, spat, "Fuck your mother's dog shit!"

The faces of the Golden Break Gate disciples darkened, and they snapped:

"Kid, watch your mouth!"

"Or we'll have to teach you a lesson—on behalf of your Grand Void Gate elders."

Cheng Mo sneered, "A bunch of useless trash—too scared to fight yourselves, just stealing others' prey."

The Golden Break Gate disciple grew slightly angry, "You refuse the wine, so you want the punishment."

The lead Golden Break Gate senior, already displeased, said quietly, "Why waste so many words?"

He pointed at Mo Hua and the others and ordered:

"Leave the beast. Get out."

Cheng Mo flew into a rage; Sister Situ and the others glared coldly.

But Mo Hua's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered:

"Go."

Cheng Mo and the others froze, glanced at Mo Hua, suppressed their anger, and slowly nodded.

They had just fought a brutal battle with the Pig-Headed Demon and had expended too much spiritual energy—they hadn't recovered enough to stand against these Golden Break Gate scum.

Besides, the other side had a Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivator.

Though they looked down on the Golden Break Gate people—thinking them stingy, treacherous, and shameless—they never looked down on the Golden Break Gate's Golden Break Sword Art.

The Golden Break Gate senior wore a golden sword at his waist, his body surrounded by fluctuating sword qi—he was clearly a formidable sword cultivator.

A Foundation Establishment late-stage sword cultivator would be extremely difficult to deal with.

Normally, with their youthful arrogance, they'd charge in regardless of whether they could win—first fight, then think.

But now their junior brother had spoken, and they had to obey.

Cheng Mo and the others shot the Golden Break Gate disciples one last furious glare, then slowly withdrew.

Mo Hua blended into the group, retreating with them, unremarkable and ignored by the Golden Break Gate disciples.

Seeing Cheng Mo and the others slink away, the Golden Break Gate disciples didn't pursue—only burst into mocking laughter.

"Let this teach you a lesson..."

"Pretending to be tough—didn't you just run off with your tail between your legs?"

"Next time you meet us Golden Break Gate disciples, do the same—run off early, like today."

A perceptive disciple raised his thumb and flattered the Foundation Establishment late-stage senior:

"Only Senior Brother has true authority—one word, and these brats didn't dare make a sound."

The Golden Break Gate senior sneered, "What's that?"

He cast a cold, contemptuous glance at Mo Hua and the others, now fading into the distance: "Just a few brats—they're smart enough to back down. Otherwise, I'd have to teach them the rules of the Demon Taming Mountains."

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

"Thanks to Senior Brother, we got to share in the glory."

"What 'Eight Great Sects'? They still have to bow to the Golden Break Gate..."

The disciples began flattering one another again.

Hidden in the grass, Elder Xun gritted his teeth, itching to step out and teach these Golden Break Gate brats a lesson—to uphold the Grand Void Gate's dignity.

But after thinking it over, he held back.

This was the Demon Taming Mountains—not their family or sect.

These disciples must fight beasts—and inevitably clash with disciples from other sects.

This was their own matter; they had to resolve it themselves.

He had been ordered by the Ancestor to protect only Mo Hua's safety—nothing else was his concern.

A true man knows when to yield and when to advance.

Since Mo Hua understood restraint and avoided conflict, there was no need for him to intervene forcefully.

Besides, enduring setbacks was good.

Better to suffer now, be bullied, and learn a lesson—than to leave the sect later, naive and get tricked to death.

Yet...

Mo Hua's calm expression reappeared in Elder Xun's mind.

Despite the mocking and ridicule from the Golden Break Gate disciples, Mo Hua's expression remained as still as water—utterly unruffled.

"Is this child the type to endure humiliation and bear burdens?"

Elder Xun was uncertain...

But Mo Hua clearly wasn't.

Once beyond the Golden Break Gate disciples' spiritual awareness, Mo Hua crouched down and began rummaging through his storage bag.

He selected several arrays, some spiritual weapons.

"I'll set up the arrays myself later..."

"These spiritual weapons—some are armors, some are spiritual swords—I've inscribed them all with the Suppress Gold Array..."

The Suppress Gold Array, as the name suggests, suppresses the Five Elements' Metal spiritual force—a Five Elements counter-arrangement.

Mo Hua had long learned this formation.

He had also asked Master Gu to forge several custom spirit tools of the metal-subduing type during his spare time, storing them in his storage pouch for backup.

They're useful now.

"Also, this is the poison of the Azure Wood Wolf—apply it to blades and swords…"

"And this is the blood of the Sky-Green Snake, also poisonous—mix it and apply it together…"

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