Chapter 521: Immortal Child

“Not a spy, cannot spy on this person.”

The withered thin old man again thought of the words his master had said to him that year.

Cannot spy…

He again thought of Mister Zhuang, thought of that layer of mist.

Mister Zhuang laid down that layer of mist, perhaps not only to guard secrets, but also to protect all those who rashly spy on that little mister and thus get entangled in karma.

Because within that karma, a great danger is hidden.

But he couldn't figure it out, how could a little array master, only ten-odd years old, be stained with such deep, such ferocious karma?

What happened in the end?

The withered thin old man knitted his eyebrows tightly, thinking hard but unable to understand.

“Forget it, forget it, ignorance is bliss… This kind of dangerous thing, knowing it is not a good thing either…”

The withered thin old man sighed with lingering fear in his heart.

Everything related to Mo Hua, in his heart, gradually blurred.

He only remembered, beneath the blood-colored sky, within the corpse tide, there was a vaguely steadfast and unmoving little figure.

Young Master Yun also couldn't remember clearly.

He remembered the Spirit Pivot Array, remembered making a little array master friend.

But who this person was, he was hazy, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember.

Only a clear smiling face was left in his memory…

On the other side, Dao soldier commander Yang Ji Shan was currently writing a report to the Dao Court.

He wanted to report Mo Hua's merits.

In this corpse mine battle, suppressing the corpse tide, subduing the corpse king, executing Lu Cheng Yun, pacifying the corpse disaster, and improving the livelihood of the cultivators of Nan Yue City, this little mister Mo Hua had extremely great merit.

But as he was writing, everything suddenly blurred again.

Yang Ji Shan wanted to write down the two words “Mo Hua”, but as soon as he put his brush down, he was stunned.

The two words “Mo Hua” were covered by mist.

He couldn't remember at all, what was that little mister's surname and name.

“What's wrong?”

Yang Ji Shan was greatly shocked in his heart.

How did I forget his name?

Soon, he discovered that not only the name, but even this little mister's appearance and voice all gradually became hazy and unreal.

Also, the matter of the corpse mine was intermittent.

What exactly happened within the corpse mine and on the grave mountain?

Yang Ji Shan frowned.

His mind only remembered two pictures:

One was under the blood-colored sky, the corpse king raising its head and roaring, ten thousand corpses bowing.

The other was within the blazing flames, the corpse king roaring unwillingly and turning into flying ash.

What exactly happened in between?

Yang Ji Shan had completely forgotten.

How exactly was such a powerful and ferocious corpse king subdued, and how did it turn into ashes?

Yang Ji Shan couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Within his sea of knowledge, he only vaguely remembered a small figure who made heaven and earth change color and made ten thousand corpses submit…

“Who is this little cultivator?”

Yang Ji Shan knitted his eyebrows tightly and muttered.

The matter settled.

All karma was gradually enveloped in mist.

The various cultivators of Nan Yue City also gradually dispersed.

But half a month later, another batch of uninvited guests arrived.

These were four strangely shaped cultivators.

One young man, extremely handsome in appearance, but with a pale face, as if covered with a finely carved, perfect and flawless dead person's face skin.

One old man carrying a sword box, with a wooden expression and only the whites of his eyes showing.

One big man, burly, but with sharp fingertips and blood threads in his eyes.

And one old hag, completely decayed and muttering.

They stood on an abandoned hilltop, looking remotely at Nan Yue City and the surrounding mines.

The old man carrying the sword box said in a hoarse voice:

“What a great feat, pity!”

The pale young man sneered, “Just raising a first-grade Dao evil, it hasn't even been fully raised yet…”

The big man smiled ferociously, revealing two fangs, his face like an evil wolf's, “Your dad wanted to raise one early on, but for half his life, he didn't succeed.”

The pale young man said arrogantly:

“Either raise a true big demon, big corpse, big evil of three or four grades or above, raising a one or two grade Dao evil is meaningless.”

The sword box old man's voice was hoarse and indifferent, like slowly flowing wind and sand:

“What you said is completely misunderstanding what a Dao evil is… A Dao evil is an anomaly, not to be measured by grade.”

The pale young man sneered, obviously disdainful.

The wolf-fanged big man looked around again, sniffing the foul decay smell in the wind, and sighed:

“Pity, we came late, otherwise we could still have a full meal.”

He stretched out his tongue, licked his lips, and there were actually barbs growing on his tongue.

The sword box old man also nodded, “Yes, pity, this Dao evil was aborted, otherwise the entire state could become a hotbed of the demonic path.”

“Whose work?” the wolf-fanged big man asked.

“Who else could it be?” the sword box old man retorted.

In the wolf-fanged big man's eyes, a trace of fear flashed.

Obviously, even they were unwilling to mention that Dao person's name.

The pale young man sneered, “Don't know who it is either, ruining that strange Dao person's good thing…”

His pale face revealed a trace of contempt.

The sword box old man said in a deep voice:

“You better be more respectful, don't think that just because your dad is backing you, that Dao person won't dare to do anything to you.”

The pale young man's gaze froze, “My dad's cultivation may be higher than his.”

The sword box old man shook his head, “You still don't understand what the title 'Dao person' means…”

The pale young man was still somewhat disdainful.

The sword box old man, with only the whites of his eyes showing, looked at the young man coldly and said in a cold voice:

“If that Dao person wants to kill you, your dad can't save you either.”

“Whether you die or not doesn't actually matter, but don't drag us down, otherwise, we won't let you go either…”

The pale young man was angry, but didn't retort.

He bit through his lips with his teeth, but it was as if he only bit through a layer of skin, not a drop of blood flowed out.

None of the other three people in the field cared about him.

The wolf-fanged big man, like a wild beast, sniffed the air in the mountains again, his gaze sinking slightly, and opened his mouth:

“Many zombies, many cultivators, the breath of Dao evil is also very heavy, it looked like it was about to be fully raised, but a change occurred…”

“It must be that person who made a move.”

The sword box old man nodded, “Besides that person, no one can ruin a Dao person's layout.”

The wolf-fanged big man frowned and said:

“What exactly is hidden in that person's body? Dao Court, Tian Shu Cabinet, various families, sects, and us evil sects and demonic gates, scattered people, and Dao people, all want to find him?”

The sword box old man seemed to smile but not smile, “Knowing, then what?”

The wolf-fanged big man was stunned.

The sword box old man said: “Not reaching Gold Core, not reaching Featherization, even if you are given this opportunity, what can you do?”

“Can you resist the suppression of the Dao Court, or the pursuit of the demonic sects?”

“Since you are a chess piece, just do what a chess piece should do.”

“With your and my cultivation, it is still far from reaching the point of considering holding black or holding white…”

The sword box old man's words were harsh.

The wolf-fanged big man didn't mind, instead stretched out his bright red tongue, licked his upper lip, and laughed ferociously:

“I cultivate as a demon, seeing meat, I want to eat two mouthfuls, is that not naturally me?”

The sword box old man's gaze was empty, and he said thought-provokingly:

“Meat that is immortal, if eaten, life is gone.”

Immortal meat…

Within the wolf-fanged big man's gaze, sharp light flowed out.

On the pale young man's face, there was also an abnormal red flush.

The three people each had ulterior motives for a time.

The old hag, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly opened her big eyes, and her eyes revealed madness as she said:

“My child, my child!”

The wolf-fanged big man frowned, “What madness is she having again?”

The old hag paid no heed, and said with a strange laugh:

“I found… my own flesh and blood, my child is not dead…”

She flashed her body, her figure like the wind, and flew towards a mountain peak to the south.

The sword box old man and the other three people also had to follow her.

The four people finally stopped on a small hill.

This hill was remote and desolate, but the scenery was quiet, the sunset fell, full of rosy clouds.

On the hill, there was a small grave mound.

The old hag's expression was focused, her hands like steel, she dug open the soil and stones, dug open the grave mound, exposing a coffin inside.

The old hag gently grabbed with her fingers, then pried open a corner of the coffin, and then lifted it with force, the coffin lid instantly shattered into four or five pieces.

Within the coffin lay a small zombie.

The old hag trembling and shakily held up the small zombie, hugging it in her arms.

“My child, my child…”

The pale young man frowned, “This is a zombie? Aren't all the zombies nearby burned by the incinerating corpse array, there's actually still a fish that escaped the net?”

The wolf-fanged big man looked around, raised his eyebrows, “It seems that someone specifically left this zombie and buried it here…”

“Is it this zombie's relative?”

“Burying it here, for what?”

“Who knows…”

“It won't be for refining corpses, will it?”

“This zombie is too small, and its strength is weak, what's the point of refining it? To serve tea and pour water for me?”

The sword box old man, however, had a grave expression, “This small zombie is a good embryo for refining corpses, only corpse qi, no blood qi, clean and pure.”

“What kind of good embryo is this?”

“Jade corpse…”

“What?”

The sword box old man didn't say more, “You don't refine corpses, so you won't understand even if I say it.”

The pale young man's face showed displeasure.

The wolf-fanged big man, however, suddenly realized, “So that's it, this old woman is actually a corpse cultivator?”

Among the several people, he knew the origins of the sword box old man and the pale young man, but he was not familiar with this old hag.

The sword box old man nodded slightly, “Her son died early, in order to revive her son, she learned corpse refining, and refined her own son into a zombie.”

“But she refined it incorrectly, and refined it into a special blood corpse.”

“She has to eat human flesh and drink human blood every day.”

“She killed people to feed her son, and was finally discovered by the Dao Court. Her blood corpse son was executed by the Dao Court in front of her, and she completely went mad and completely fell into corpse cultivation.”

“For so many years, she has specifically killed heartless men and cultivators who were officers of the Dao Court.”

“At the same time, she is also keen on refining children into zombies.”

“All the zombies she refined are her children…”

“However…”

The sword box old man's gaze slightly condensed, “This small zombie, perhaps is somewhat special…”

The old hag also treasured and heavily hugged the small zombie in her arms, like coaxing her own flesh and blood.

The pale young man said “tsk” and then suddenly “eh”, “This small zombie's chest seems to have an array?”

“Array?” The wolf-fanged big man was slightly startled.

The pale young man rarely said: “It's not a general array either…”

He said loudly: “Old woman, lend me this small zombie to look at.”

The old hag acted as if she didn't hear.

The pale young master repeated it again.

The old hag still had no reaction.

The pale young man was greatly angry, “Old un-dying, you don't know what's good for you…”

He reached out and grabbed the small zombie in the old hag's hand, but this reach out seemed to touch the old hag's taboo.

The old hag's momentum suddenly changed, her face ferocious, her pupils vertical, her withered yellow skin turned into ancient copper color, turning her into a copper corpse.

She tore with her right hand, the yin wind array, tearing off the pale young man's arm.

Fresh red blood flowed out.

Sinister corpse poison seeped in.

The pale young man's face became even whiter, but his cheeks were strangely red due to shame and anger.

“Old thing, you are seeking death!”

The old hag hugged the small zombie tightly, hissing and roaring at the pale young man, revealing two long fangs.

The pale young man's face was gloomy, and he was about to make a move, but was stopped by the sword box old man.

“Don't provoke her.”

The pale young man seemed to have a trace of fear towards the sword box old man, snorted coldly, and restrained his breath.

The old hag retreated her corpse form, and again turned into an ordinary old woman, hugging the child in her arms, her expression serene and calm.

The sword box old man raised his head and looked at the sky, then said:

“It's not early, we should set off.”

He turned his head, looked at the other people, his expression wooden, but his tone grave:

“Do what we should do, don't meddle in other matters.”

The old man supported the sword box behind him.

The sword box trembled slightly, transmitting a bloodthirsty desire.

“Don't hurry…”

The old man said silently in his heart.

“Once that person is found, the true wind and rain will come…”

That will be terrible, bloody wind and rain…

The four people gradually left.

The old hag also took the small zombie away.

Thereafter, for several days, many cultivators with gloomy breaths, strange clothing, and erratic behavior also came to Nan Yue City.

They were all from demonic gates, both shocked by the human who cultivated a Dao evil, and also regretting the abortion of the Dao evil.

But they all did not enter the city, nor did they kill people, eat people, or do any out-of-line things.

Nan Yue City had already entered karma.

If they got involved, it was very possible that their details would be spied out, and they would be unable to protect themselves.

Undercurrents surged.

But these dangerous undercurrents all bypassed Nan Yue City and flowed to distant places.

The cultivators of Nan Yue City, after several twists and turns, also welcomed long-lost peace…

Cultivators lived day after day.

Within Elder Su's cave mansion.

Water Sheng lay on the small stone table drawing arrays, and Elder Su nagged at him from the side:

“Why do you use your brush like this here? So wasteful of spiritual sense…”

“This array pattern, I've taught it so many times, and you still don't know how to do it…”

“Alas, don't draw like this…”

Water Sheng acted as if he hadn't heard, drawing arrays by himself.

If there was something he didn't understand, he would just ask, and after getting the answer, he would let Elder Su's remaining nagging and complaints go in one ear and out the other, not listening at all.

His entire mind was focused on arrays.

Even if he learned slowly, even if he didn't draw well, he still persisted in drawing.

If it didn't work the first time, he would draw a second time.

If it didn't work the second time, he would draw a third time.

Draw and draw, and slowly he would know how…

This was what that little mister taught him.

Water Sheng firmly remembered it in his heart.

Elder Su was still complaining from the side, saying this and that, but suddenly stopped.

Water Sheng's appearance was very similar to Water Xian, and his current focused appearance was also very similar to himself that year…

Elder Su was silent for a moment, suddenly his expression eased, and he laughed with gratification, looking at Water Sheng with gentle eyes.

“I owe that little mister a big favor…”

Elder Su sighed in his heart.

The lives of the mine cultivators were also much better.

They could eat their fill, could support their families, and gradually, they could also have some surplus spirit stones to cultivate themselves or their children.

The Lu family, who once oppressed them, had also collapsed and disintegrated, no longer to be feared.

They had also heard some rumors related to the corpse mine.

“It is said that the bastard Lu Cheng Yun, after killing people, took them away to refine corpses, to dig mines for him, and finally suffered retribution, being eaten alive by the zombies he refined himself.”

“This zombie is not a general zombie, it is the ancestor of the Lu family that year, Lu Bo Pi!”

“This son of a bitch Lu Bo Pi, really won't let us go even in death, even after dying he wants to turn into a zombie and harm Nan Yue City…”

“So many zombies, it's too scary.”

“I feel my scalp tingle just thinking about it now.”

“That day the zombies surrounded the city, I just stood on the city wall, looked down, a group of zombies baring their teeth and claws, densely packed…”

Someone jumped in surprise, “You mean, there won't still be zombies inside this mine well, will there…”

“Maybe, with so many zombies, how could they possibly be cleared up all at once.”

“Then what should we do?”

“I haven't married a wife yet, if I get bitten by a zombie, won't I be finished?”

“I have elders above and young ones below…”

For a time, some people panicked.

“Or,” a cultivator said, “Let's worship that little immortal child inside the corpse mine…”

Someone didn't understand, “Little immortal child, who?”

“The child reincarnated under the immortal seat.”

“Who?”

“It's the little immortal child who suppressed the corpse tide, subdued the corpse king, and also helped us draw arrays and build the mine well.”

“Really?”

“True, I saw him.”

“You saw him?”

“Mm-hmm.” That mine cultivator nodded, “This little immortal child, has three heads and six arms, knives and guns can't penetrate him, one punch just knocked down the corpse king…”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Yeah, where do people grow like that.”

“Yes, that little immortal child is very handsome, fair and tender, with watery eyes, and he's also cute when he smiles…”

“You're also talking nonsense, how can such a small cultivator beat the corpse king?”

“Then have you seen him?”

“Of course, that day on the city wall, I saw within the corpse tide, this little immortal child, nine feet tall, broad shoulders and back, infinitely strong, every punch carried wind, tens of thousands of zombies, none could get near his body!”

“You motherf**ker, this is a 'warrior', not an 'immortal child'?”

“Yes, at least be a little reliable with your bragging.”

Various opinions were given, and in the end, there was no conclusion.

Finally, an older mine cultivator slapped the table and said:

“Since it's an immortal child, his age is definitely not big, we don't know his appearance, so let's not specifically draw it, just use pen and ink to draw a figure.”

“Since he suppressed the corpse tide, it means the zombies are definitely afraid of him, we'll hang this little immortal child's portrait in the middle of the mine well to suppress evil spirits, and the zombies shouldn't dare to come out and cause trouble…”

After he finished, he sighed, “This little mister helped us a lot, he has the grace of recreating us mine cultivators, even if he can't suppress the zombies, we should still worship him once, wishing him a smooth future, cultivation achievements, longevity with heaven and earth, and benefiting the common people!”

“Right!”

All the mine cultivators nodded in agreement.

They invited someone to draw several ink pictures of the immortal child and hung them within the mines.

From then on, the mine cultivators of Nan Yue City would worship this immortal child picture before entering the mines.

On the picture was a small ink figure.

Black and white were distinct, and it contained profound qi.

Worshipping the immortal child picture could dispel evil spirits and calm the corpse disaster.

They both prayed for their own safety and, in their hearts, blessed Mo Hua's safety.

In the place where Dao evil was cultivated, cultivators offered incense and produced wish power, which in the dark, merged into Mo Hua's karma, forming a balance.

But Mo Hua knew none of this.

On a mountain path hundreds of miles away.

Mo Hua rode on the big white body, looking at the scenery of mountains and rivers, wearing misty clouds, stepping onto the path of foundation building…

The mine plot is finally finished.

Next is foundation building.

Also the last major plot segment of the second volume.

Need to spend time organizing the detailed outline, so the update tomorrow may be a little late.

(End of this chapter)