Chapter 41: Dutian Dao Sect

"Fifth Brother." Chen Mo rode his horse forward, calling out and waving to Mo Hu in the distance.

Ever since they had linked up with Zhao Yuncheng, they had two carriages and two horses.

He rode one of the horses to scout the path ahead, while Zhao Yuncheng and the other new recruits followed behind with the supplies.

Mo Hu was quite happy to see him, hurriedly jumping off the carriage and sprinting toward Chen Mo.

"Did you run into trouble on your end?" He walked up to Chen Mo and immediately asked.

Without a doubt, he must have encountered some rather unexpected situations on his side as well.

"That's right. Did you also run into some strange, demonic people with bizarre methods?" Chen Mo asked as he swung himself off his horse.

"Yes, I did encounter one such demonic person. Not only was his strength no less than mine, but the key was that he was impervious to blades and spears; no weapon could do anything to him. Even those martial artists who practice Hard Qigong absolutely do not possess such a Vajra Indestructible Body."

Mo Hu frowned slightly, clearly finding it quite troublesome to deal with someone so impervious to blades and spears.

"It's fortunate we had many people and brought some rope, which is how we barely managed to capture him." He reached out and pointed to the carriage driving toward them, where layers upon layers of hemp rope bound a man tightly.

That man might be impervious to blades and spears, but he was still a human in the end, not a monster.

The knots binding him were tied very tightly and were difficult to break free from; struggling forcefully would even risk snapping his bones.

"Then the situation you encountered was truly much better than what Seventh Brother and I faced." Chen Mo sighed softly and briefly recounted the situation he and Zhao Yuncheng had encountered.

Mo Hu listened extremely carefully, his expression growing increasingly astonished. Even though he was only hearing the description, he could imagine just how terrifying that situation must have been.

The opponent he had encountered was truly too weak compared to the one Chen Mo and the others had faced.

His opponent was indeed somewhat strange, but still within the scope of what an ordinary person could understand.

The things Chen Mo and the others had encountered were clearly not something an average person could comprehend.

"Haha, so you finally know how powerful the Immortal Masters are? Hurry up and let me go. I'll plead with the Immortal Masters for you, and maybe they'll leave you a whole corpse." The man bound by Mo Hu suddenly burst into laughter, his tone quite arrogant.

"They encountered Immortal Masters, so what are you?" Mo Hu smiled as he looked at the man, attempting to fish for information.

The reason he hadn't directly gagged the man was that he wanted to extract more information from him to understand the specific situation.

"I am, of course, within the Dutian Sect..." The man started to speak, but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly clamped his mouth shut.

"Didn't you interrogate him?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice.

"No luck. This guy is impervious to blades and spears, and he doesn't feel a thing no matter how you hit him. I was thinking if nothing else worked, I'd go out and find a way to get some black dog blood and boy's urine to try." Mo Hu shook his head and answered in a low voice.

Folk rumors held that boy's urine and black dog blood could break evil arts; since they couldn't use them now, they would have to wait until they got out to find a way to get some.

"I once heard that a Martial Artist's Qi and Blood far exceeds that of an ordinary person and can also break evil arts. I wonder if it might be useful?" Chen Mo looked at the man and spoke.

The Qi and Blood surging within his body could repel the text that tried to drill into his mind; perhaps it could also break the method of invulnerability on this man's body.

"Will that work?" Mo Hu's tone was slightly doubtful, but Chen Mo had already sliced open his palm.

Even if it didn't work, he would only be losing a bit of blood; at his rate of recovery, the wound would likely be healed before the night was over.

Fresh blood dripped down. The man hadn't felt much before, but as Chen Mo's blood splashed onto him—

It was like water droplets hitting a red-hot iron plate, emitting a hissing sound.

The man's originally robust physique was slowly fading, and the blood-red color on his skin caused by the flow of Qi and Blood was now turning into the skin color of a normal person.

The smile on his face came to an abrupt halt, and he finally revealed a panicked expression.

"Speak! What is your name? Why did you come to this place? What is your relationship with those demonic people? Who are they, and what are they trying to do!" Chen Mo demanded sternly.

The man remained stubborn and refused to speak. Seeing this, Mo Hu did not hesitate, dragging him off the carriage and throwing him onto the ground.

"Are you going to talk, damn it!" As he spoke, he turned his spear into a staff and smashed it directly onto the man's palm.

With just one strike, the entire palm was instantly mangled, shattering who knew how many finger bones.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart; even though the man was bound tightly, he still couldn't help but howl and struggle.

Fortunately, his strength was far less than before, so there was no need to worry about him snapping his own bones.

Mo Hu's method of interrogation was quite simple and brutal; he didn't waste any extra words—one word: beat him.

Before long, the man's two palms had already turned into a puddle of mush.

It had to be said that this method was indeed effective. Under harsh torture, it took Mo Hu only two quarter-hours to obtain most of the information Chen Mo wanted to know.

This group of demonic people all came from the Dutian Dao Sect. Within the sect, those like him who had great strength and were impervious to blades and spears after receiving the technique were called Warriors, while those who could use their tongues and arms to harm others were called Immortal Masters.

Furthermore, they referred to their tongues and arms as Flying Swords, and the Immortal Masters all killed their enemies by controlling these swords.

They were not from Xingyuan Prefecture, but had come here from Anyang Prefecture. The reason they came was that those few Immortal Masters said something here had matured, and they had come to retrieve it.

The reason he was separated from those Immortal Masters was that he was not qualified to touch these things, so he could only wait where he was, which was why Mo Hu was able to capture him.

According to him, there were five other Immortal Masters who had come with him, all of whom had gone to different places.

This was everything he knew; other than this, he was completely ignorant.

His status within the Dutian Dao Sect was extremely low, only slightly better than an ordinary believer; he could be considered a member of the sect.

However, according to his blustering, since Chen Mo and the others dared to attack an Immortal Master, the Dutian Dao Sect would definitely not let them off.

As for this threat, Chen Mo naturally couldn't care less.

At the time, if he hadn't killed the other party, the other party would have killed him.

It is said that one would rather see the County Magistrate than the coroner.

Future dangers were matters for the future; if he hadn't killed the other party earlier, he wouldn't have survived until now.

"You take him, ride the two horses, and hurry back to report what happened here to our foster father. I'll go find the other brothers; once we find them, we'll leave together." Mo Hu untied the reins from his horse and gave the order.

Although they didn't yet know what exactly the people from the Dutian Dao Sect wanted to do, one thing was now clear.

That was that there were still four demonic people alive in this area; even if one of them was severely injured, the other three were not to be underestimated.

In this situation, whoever left this area first was undoubtedly safer; staying here would inevitably carry risks.

"You few, push one carriage and escort Seventh Brother to Qingmu County first. You few, come with me to find the others."

Mo Hu pondered for a moment and quickly issued his orders.

Chen Mo was young, and as his older brother, he had to look after him, so he let him do the relatively safer task of seeking reinforcements.

As for the seventh brother Zhao Yuncheng, he now has a severed arm and staying behind would only be a burden, so I will arrange for someone to send him to Qingmu County first to recuperate.

As for himself, he must find the others and have them hurry to leave.

It can be seen from the fact that those fiends attacked without a word when facing Zhao Yuncheng that they are definitely not people to be trifled with, so he must notify the others to leave quickly.

"Fifth Brother, you must be careful," Chen Mo exhorted Mo Hu carefully.

He nodded, said nothing more, and led his party away in a hurry to find Mo Dao.

Chen Mo also rode his horse away at high speed to seek reinforcements at the military camp.

(End of this chapter)