Chapter 281: Chain

The next day, when Scar-faced went to gather supplements, he discovered that the 'furnace tripod' he used for this purpose had died.

Scar-faced found it hard to believe.

She had been fine before, so why did she suddenly lose her mind and seek death?

Scar-faced was both angry and irritated.

He was cultivating at a crucial stage and had to gather supplements every day, otherwise, his evil technique would surely backlash.

It would be okay in the short term, with at most the evil fire surging up and his mood becoming irritable.

But if it went on for too long, the backlash would worsen. In minor cases, his spiritual power would become chaotic, and in severe cases, his divine sense would be completely lost.

He needed to find another woman to be his furnace tripod!

But this Dahei Shan was barren; where could he find a woman to gather supplements from?

A few days ago, the big boss had also sent word down, telling the brothers at Hei Shan Zha to lie low recently, commit fewer crimes outside, and avoid attracting attention.

Originally, he just lacked a furnace tripod; now there was even less of a chance.

Scar-faced had no choice but to find a way to reduce the evil fire and suppress his desires to avoid losing his divine sense.

Inside Hei Shan Zha, on the right side, there was a waterfall.

The water from the mountain flowed down from the waterfall, like a white silk spreading down, falling at the stronghold and then flowing towards the abyss below.

The waterfall's water was bone-chillingly cold.

Scar-faced saw no one around, so he took off his dao robe and placed it along with his storage bag to the side. He then sat in meditation under the waterfall alone, borrowing the coldness of the waterfall to suppress the evil fire.

But this method only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

The unbearable heat in his heart still caused the fire of desire to burn his body.

His heart and nature also became more and more irritable and violent. Thus, he didn't notice that the clothes and storage bag he had placed to the side were being secretly picked up by the hidden Mo Hua.

Mo Hua carefully put away the storage bag, then threw Scar-faced's dao robe onto the cliff edge near the waterfall.

Below the cliff was an abyss; falling down would undoubtedly mean death.

Then Mo Hua just waited patiently at the side.

About half an hour later, Scar-faced under the waterfall opened his eyes. The evil fire in his heart had retreated slightly, so he stood up to leave. He looked intently but found that both his dao robe and storage bag had disappeared.

Scar-faced frowned and looked around. He saw his dao robe on the edge of the waterfall.

"Washed away by the water?"

Scar-faced thought, annoyed and irritated.

He came to the edge of the waterfall and picked up his dao robe.

At the same time, Mo Hua's gaze slightly condensed, and he condensed qi with his finger, continuously sending out three fireball techniques.

These three fireball techniques were both fast and accurate.

The first fireball technique struck Scar-faced's face to catch him off guard; the second hit his chest to make him lose balance; the third hit Scar-faced's knee, intending to make him slide and fall off the cliff to his death.

The three fireball techniques exploded in succession, catching Scar-faced off guard.

As Mo Hua expected, Scar-faced was first greatly shocked and paled, then continuously retreated. Finally, his foot slipped, and he fell towards the waterfall.

Just when Mo Hua thought he was certain to die.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared on the cliff.

At the critical moment, Scar-faced desperately grabbed the stones on the edge of the cliff with both hands, his fingertips digging into the rock. Although he slipped, he didn't fall down.

Scar-faced was a body cultivator with a strong physical body. With a burst of force from both hands, he leaped up from below the waterfall.

Then his eyes turned red, and he suddenly became furious.

"Which rat dares to secretly attack this old man?"

"Get out here, old man!"

Scar-faced shouted with fierce momentum. Mo Hua naturally wouldn't show his face.

He just regretted in his heart that he hadn't managed to kill this Scar-faced.

However, this was just the first step. If this plan didn't succeed, there was still the next step.

Mo Hua held Scar-faced's storage bag and left quietly.

Scar-faced was still shouting at the original spot.

He released his divine sense and swept over the waterfall, mountain stones, and forest, but didn't discover any trace of a person.

"What's wrong? Where is the person?"

Scar-faced's expression was doubtful, and the more he thought, the angrier he became.

"Exactly who is secretly attacking this old man?"

Suddenly, his heart stirred.

Fireball technique?

Among the people he knew, there was only one person skilled in the fireball technique.

That was the pale-faced man who guarded the night with him.

"That bastard, he wants to kill me?!"

Why?

Besides being greatly angry, Scar-faced's thoughts quickly turned. In an instant, he had the answer:

Harvesting supplement technique!

The pale-faced man had repeatedly approached him wanting the harvesting supplement technique, but he had refused to give it to him.

Dahei Shan was a remote wilderness. How easy was it to find a female cultivator to be a furnace tripod?

Inside Hei Shan Zha, he wasn't the only one cultivating the harvesting supplement technique. There were many monks and little porridge; naturally, there would be one less person competing for a furnace tripod.

It was absolutely impossible for him to hand over the harvesting supplement technique to the pale-faced man.

This time, the pale-faced man's 'spirit slave' had died, and he wanted to switch to cultivating the harvesting supplement technique, so he set his sights on him.

He used the fireball technique to secretly attack him, making him lose his footing and fall off the cliff, then took the opportunity to seize his storage bag.

And inside his storage bag, he had the harvesting supplement technique!

Scar-faced suddenly realized. Like this, everything could be explained.

"That cowardly bastard wants to harm me to death!"

His evil fire was originally surging, and now it rose even higher due to anger. He didn't realize that the fireball technique that secretly attacked him was faster and more accurate than the pale-faced man's, but its power was much smaller.

The angry Scar-faced couldn't help but burst out cursing:

"He actually had crooked thoughts about this old man. He really doesn't want to live!"

Scar-faced suppressed his anger, his face gloomy, and walked towards the stronghold.

Mo Hua walked ahead of him, first throwing his storage bag at the pale-faced man's door, then knocking the door down.

The pale-faced man was sitting in meditation in his room.

Without a spirit slave, his cultivation was extremely slow. Hearing the sound, he said unpleasantly, "Who is it?"

Mo Hua knocked on the door again but didn't speak.

The pale-faced man frowned, stood up and opened the door. He found a storage bag at the door.

"Whose storage bag? What's the meaning of throwing it here?"

A cultivator's storage bag was an important item, always kept close to the body. It was impossible to throw it around casually.

Perhaps there was a trap?

The pale-faced man's expression was vigilant. He looked around but didn't discover anyone.

He lowered his head again and looked at the storage bag, discovering that the bag's mouth was already open, revealing spirit stones inside, and a book volume. On the book cover were written the words "harvest supplement."

The pale-faced man was startled for a moment, then became wildly joyful.

He had just been worried about his spirit slave dying and the trouble of raising another one. He had wanted to find the harvesting supplement technique but hadn't been able to. He hadn't expected to find it so easily without even trying.

If heaven gives something and you don't take it, you will be blamed instead.

The pale-faced man picked up the storage bag with peace of mind and justification. He took out the harvesting supplement technique inside and was just about to take a look when he looked up and saw Scar-faced walking over with a gloomy face, his gaze fixed on the storage bag in his hand.

The pale-faced man was stunned for a moment. After thinking slightly, he couldn't help but ask:

"This storage bag, is it yours?"

Scar-faced nodded, still cursing in his heart:

"Still pretending with this old man? A coward who dares to do but not admit it!"

Scar-faced strongly suppressed his anger and asked, "How did it get into your hands?"

The pale-faced man said truthfully, "It fell at my door. I picked it up."

Scar-faced's eyelids twitched.

His lies weren't even good ones. Did he think he was a fool?

"Give it to me." Scar-faced reached out his hand.

The pale-faced man smiled and said, "I can give it to you, but I want to take a look at this harvesting supplement technique."

Scar-faced nodded, "You can."

After saying that, Scar-faced stepped forward to take the storage bag. The pale-faced man didn't doubt him and put the harvesting supplement technique into his embrace, handing over the storage bag to him.

The moment Scar-faced took the storage bag, he suddenly became violent, using his claws like the wind, his moves ruthless.

His fingertips were like refined iron, wrapped in dark green spiritual power, directly piercing through the pale-faced man's heart and veins, then tearing fiercely downwards, tearing open flesh, and splashing out blood.

The pale-faced man's face showed a look of disbelief.

He just wanted to counterattack, but as soon as he lifted his hand and his technique condensed, he was choked by Scar-faced.

The pale-faced man said hoarsely, "Why... kill me?"

Scar-faced was even angrier when he heard this, "You're about to die, and you're still pretending with me?"

After saying that, he grabbed forcefully, his fingers piercing through the pale-faced man's neck, directly killing him.