Chapter 686: Entering Dream

Mo Hua didn't use lethal force; he employed low-level spells that weren't fatal, so although the Wang family cultivators looked miserable, they were all still alive.

In the dilapidated small courtyard, the Wang family cultivators lay on the ground, wailing incessantly, completely losing their former arrogant demeanor. They didn't even dare to lift their heads to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua coldly snorted and said arrogantly, "Young master is in a good mood today, so I'll spare your dog lives. Next time, if I see you again, I'll use spells to cut off your hands and feet and throw you into the river to feed the turtles!"

Mo Hua had the face of a playboy and an arrogant aura. The Wang family cultivators were cowed by Mo Hua's might and dared not speak.

After speaking, Mo Hua again coldly glanced at Old Yu Tou, his gaze wild and his voice raised a bit: "Old Yu Tou, I've taken a fancy to this fish!"

"From now on, all the fish, give them to this young master. If I find out you sell 'my fish' to others..." Mo Hua's small face showed an evil smile, "...then you won't have a good day after that!"

Old Yu Tou was stunned for a long time, his brain finally catching up. He quickly put on a fearful expression and said, "Yes, yes, young master! Old Yu Tou doesn't dare anymore, you mustn't kill me. My whole family, young and old, still relies on this old man to earn a living through some hard work..."

Seeing Old Yu Tou being very "sensible," Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

Then he put on a serious face again and contemptuously looked at Steward Wang once. "What? Not leaving yet, staying to wait for death?"

Steward Wang's eyes were full of resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "May the young master please inform us..."

Mo Hua flicked his finger, and a golden light pierced the air, instantly cutting across Steward Wang's cheek and bringing out a string of blood.

Mo Hua's face was icy cold, his gaze deep. "Inform you what? You're worthy?"

Steward Wang covered his face, cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead.

A wave of icy cold and strange divine sense locked onto him. Steward Wang could barely breathe.

He knew that this "arrogant" young master was almost out of patience.

This golden blade cut his face; next time, it would probably be aimed at his head.

Steward Wang hurriedly kowtowed: "Young master, please calm your anger, calm your anger! It is we who have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai and offended the young master. We'll leave now!"

After speaking, he didn't call the others either. He got up in a disheveled manner and escaped like a stray dog.

The other several Wang family cultivators saw the situation, all struggled to crawl up, and followed in a gray-faced and dusty manner, slipping away.

The courtyard also quieted down.

After they had gone far, Mo Hua went to help Old Yu Tou up.

Old Yu Tou's eyes were wet. He kowtowed and bowed to Mo Hua. "Many thanks, young master, many thanks..."

Mo Hua helped him up and asked, "Does the Wang family often bully you all?"

Old Yu Tou sighed. "It's not really bullying or not; it's strong buy, strong sell. We're used to it..."

"Before, there were also instances of owing fish first and then settling the accounts."

"After the fish were given to them, when we went to demand payment, they would delay, saying something about their family business not being good, or that the spirit stones couldn't be turned over..."

"They clearly live in high gates and large houses, eating mountain delicacies and sea flavors, wearing silk and satin, but they just can't turn over our poor people's spirit stones..."

"Occasionally, they also default on debts. The fish are given, but the spirit stones can't be recovered. This kind of thing, although not often..."

Old Yu Tou's face was bitter. "But I don't dare to gamble ah..."

"If they default, my eight thousand spirit stones... all wasted, can't get them back ah..."

"Even if they just delay, I can't afford to delay."

"My two grandsons, their spiritual roots are decent. They really want to enter the sect. Just at this age, they still need to consolidate their foundation and nourish their origin, need to ask people for connections, and the sect also needs tuition fees..."

"All of this needs a large sum of spirit stones. A little delay, a lifetime will be delayed."

Old Yu Tou's eyes were numb. "They can only, like me, be hard-luck fisher cultivators for a lifetime..."

Mo Hua silently sighed.

"Give this fish to me." Mo Hua thought for a moment and said to Old Yu Tou.

Old Yu Tou panicked and subconsciously hugged the fish basket tightly again.

Mo Hua said helplessly, "I'll give you spirit stones."

He took out several storage bags and handed them to Old Yu Tou. The spirit stones inside added up to eight thousand.

Old Yu Tou held the storage bags in both hands, his expression somewhat unbelievable, his hands trembling. After a long time, his eyes were wet and he said, "Good..."

"Keep it safe," Mo Hua reminded him. "Don't let people see it, and don't let people rob you."

Old Yu Tou suddenly came to his senses and tightly tied the storage bag to his waist, covering it with his broken hemp cloth clothes.

But having suddenly obtained a large sum, Old Yu Tou was obviously still not at ease. He always felt unsafe and uneasy. He thought for a while and wound another cloth strip outside and put on another layer of clothes.

Mo Hua found it both funny and sad.

"Later I'll hire a carriage. You move the fish basket to the carriage, and I'll publicly take the fish away. Otherwise, the Wang family will probably come looking for you."

"Okay." Old Yu Tou nodded, looking at the small but kind-hearted Mo Hua, silently wiping away tears.

Only Mo Hua had helped him so much, and he was somewhat uneasy in his heart, wanting to repay him a bit.

Only his home was poor. He thought and thought, and there was nothing to repay. Then he again fished out several spiritual fishes from the fish tank in the corner of the wall.

These spiritual fishes were silver-white. Although not as precious as that golden lotus three-color carp, their color was bright, their silver scales dense, and they were obviously also upper-grade spiritual fishes.

Old Yu Tou put these several fishes together into the three-color carp's fish basket, then said gratefully, "This is silver-scaled white fish. Although its price is far less than the golden three-color carp, its meat quality is very good, and its taste is also not bad. Consider it something this old man gives to the young master."

"Thank you, Grandpa Yu." Mo Hua smiled.

Then he again curiously glanced at the inside of the fish tank, and saw that there were still several other types of fishes being raised in the fish tank, in various postures, swimming in the tank.

These fishes looked decent as well, but compared to the golden fish he bought and the silver-scaled fish Old Yu Tou gave him, they just seemed somewhat dim.

Mo Hua nodded and shifted his gaze. Suddenly startled, he then discovered that beside the big fish tank, there was still a small fish tank.

It seemed that some fishes were being raised separately inside the small fish tank.

It was sealed from above, leaving only a slight gap. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything, only occasionally a faint red flashing past.

Old Yu Tou saw that Mo Hua saw the small fish tank, and his expression changed slightly. He immediately smiled obsequiously, "Young master, the fishes are all in the fish basket already."

Mo Hua pointed at the small fish tank and asked, "What fishes are in this tank?"

Old Yu Tou smiled, "They are several red water carps. This fish is afraid of light, so it is raised in the tank and needs to be covered and sealed, leaving only a slight gap for breathing."

"Red water carps?" Mo Hua was slightly startled. He released his divine sense through the fish tank and saw that there were indeed several fishes being raised inside the fish tank. The fishes' aura was light red, and besides that, there were indeed no other abnormalities.

Mo Hua nodded and didn't ask anything further.

Old Yu Tou went to contact people and called a carriage for Mo Hua.

After that, Mo Hua walked in front with his head held high and his chest puffed out. Old Yu Tou followed behind with a worried face, carrying the fish basket.

It looked just like Mo Hua was bullying and freeloading, robbing Old Yu Tou's fishes.

Leaving the small fishing village and arriving at the roadside, Mo Hua was the first to jump onto the carriage.

Old Yu Tou moved the fish basket onto the carriage. Then, seeing no one around, he respectfully bowed to Mo Hua.

"Young master's great kindness and virtue..."

Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Go back." Then he sat on the carriage and headed towards Qian Xue State's border.

The over-the-river dragon entered the small fishing village and then disappeared. Afterwards, it didn't show its head, but Mo Hua also didn't have time to continue staring.

He had to go back because the ten-day break was over, and he had to attend class again tomorrow.

The primary and secondary must be clearly distinguished.

At this time, sect cultivation was still important.

Although he lost track of it, the over-the-river dragon still brought him to its hiding place.

Fishing requires patience.

Consider this time a scout, and next time, during the ten-day break, he would come again to grab its tail.

The carriage gradually went far. The river water by the roadside was sparkling, and the mountains and rivers were beautiful, gradually completely covering the poor small fishing village.

But the poverty of the small fishing village, scene after scene, and Old Yu Tou's bitter and numb words still lingered in Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua's mood was somewhat complex.

He turned back and looked at the small fishing village covered by green mountains and waters, his gaze deep.

Perhaps this is...

The evil god's "soil"...

The carriage traveled all the way until it arrived at Qing State City.

Mo Hua planned to give this golden lotus three-color carp to Aunt Wan.

Aunt Wan usually took good care of him, often invited him to eat and drink, and often gave him things.

Mo Hua felt that he should also reciprocate once.

The whole journey seemed calm, but Mo Hua discovered that in the dark, many cultivators were staring at him.

Mo Hua's divine sense swept slightly, and he knew they were people from the Wang family.

Mo Hua pretended not to have discovered them, but rode the carriage and openly entered the Gu family's gate.

This time, these lackeys should know that he really had the Gu family as his "backer" and was an existence they couldn't provoke.

When he arrived at the Gu family, Wen Ren Wan heard that Mo Hua had bought a fresh golden lotus three-color carp to give her. She was extremely happy, personally looked after it, and saw that the fish was completely golden, changing layer by layer, its scales like lotus flowers, making her even more surprised.

Although the Gu family was a clan, their meals were usually good, but rare fresh food like this was not often available.

Even if it was available, it required quite some effort.

Wen Ren Wan immediately had someone stew this three-color carp to supplement Mo Hua and Yu'er.

The fish meat was fresh and tender, and the soup was thick as gold. Mo Hua ate with great enjoyment.

In the end, most of this fish went into the bellies of Mo Hua and Yu'er.

After that, taking advantage of the night, Wen Ren Wan again ordered the Gu family's carriage to send Mo Hua and Yu'er back to Tai Xu Sect together.

The next day was still classes and cultivation.

Originally, everything should have been as usual, but Mo Hua vaguely always felt that his divine sense seemed somewhat wrong, with strong fatigue and occasional unfocused thoughts.

Mo Hua quietly meditated, internally viewing himself, but his sea of consciousness was empty, his divine sense abundant, with no abnormalities.

Mo Hua was puzzled in his heart and thought he had been traveling too much and was somewhat tired.

In the evening, in the disciple residence, Mo Hua sent a message to Gu Chang Huai, telling him all about the tracks of the over-the-river dragon, its exit point from the water, and its disappearance in the small fishing village.

Then Mo Hua wanted to ask Gu Chang Huai to send people to watch, but it was best not to enter the village, just watch from a distance, to avoid alerting the enemy.

Gu Chang Huai agreed to everything.

After finishing the matters, Mo Hua again studied formation methods for a while.

Near midnight, Mo Hua closed the formation book and was about to enter his sea of consciousness to practice the several formations he had just learned on the Dao Stele, but suddenly his eyes were drowsy and extremely sleepy.

A wave of hazy but strong sleepiness attacked.

Mo Hua's eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he gradually closed his eyes, lay on the desk, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Hua rarely dreamed.

In the dream, there was a piece of mist, and after the mist dissipated, there was another piece of sparkling river water.

Mo Hua discovered that he had already grown up. His figure was slender and strong, wearing coarse cloth clothes, exposing a large part of his arms, tanned to an ancient bronze color by the sunlight.

And at this moment, he was standing on a boat, floating in the water, holding a fishing net in his hand, netting fishes inside the net.

He seemed to have become...

A fisher cultivator who made a living by fishing?

Mo Hua was slightly startled, but in a daze, he also accepted it.

Soon, he caught fishes, and someone said to him by his ear, "You're not young anymore, you should get married. Life is so hard, you should always have a helper..."

Mo Hua was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, clouds and mist filled the air.

Mo Hua discovered that he had already completed the wedding ceremony. Opposite him stood a woman covered with a red veil, feeling familiar yet strange.

New bride?

Mo Hua was startled, then lifted the veil, and discovered that the new bride was unexpectedly his little senior sister!

Little senior sister's expression was faint, her cheeks red, like the beautiful dawn at the edge of the sky.

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile foolishly.

But before he finished smiling, he discovered that he had died.

He died while fishing on the river.

A big wave came, the boat sank, and he was bitten to death by a water demon.

His usually cold little senior sister hugged his corpse and cried hysterically.

Mo Hua hadn't had time to feel sad when he discovered that he was alive again.

This time, he and little senior sister were childhood sweethearts.

The Wang family's young master fancied the beautiful little senior sister and wanted to snatch her away.

He was angry and beat all the Wang family cultivators, but when he beat the small ones, the big ones came. He couldn't beat them, so he could only take little senior sister and elope.

That was a stormy night.

He tightly held little senior sister's hand and fled all the way along the Yan Shui River.

But in the end, they still couldn't escape the pursuit and were forced into a dead end. In despair, he and little senior sister embraced and jumped into the river to die together...

After the scene changed, suddenly another life.

He and little senior sister already had children, but life was very hard, and little senior sister's fair and beautiful face was already somewhat haggard.

She kept nagging him, complaining about his poverty, telling him to earn more spirit stones to support the family.

But although she complained, she was still sewing clothes for him and cooking for the child, not leaving or abandoning him.

Finally, in a gale and heavy rain, he couldn't fish.

The whole family starved to death.

Before death, little senior sister lay by his side, tightly gripping his hand, her gaze both miserable and affectionate...

Mo Hua felt a sharp pain in his heart, so painful that he could barely breathe.

Suddenly, it seemed someone was muttering prayers in his ear:

"My life is too bitter, I can't live anymore..."

"Save us..."

"Beg you..."

"Beg you..."

"In charge of the Yan Shui River... River god adult..."

River "god"?!

These two words entered his ears, and Mo Hua suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

Tears still remained in the corners of his eyes, but his gaze became icy cold.

"You dare to enter my dream?"

Mo Hua's divine sense instantly sank into his sea of consciousness and he quietly meditated.

At the same time, strands of pale golden blood threads emerged from within his body and gathered in both eyes.

Golden light, sacred and majestic, overflowed from the bottom of Mo Hua's eyes.

Under divine "view," the empty sea of consciousness suddenly became clearer.

Mo Hua looked with golden light in his eyes, intently gazing. Then he discovered that in the corner of his sea of consciousness, he didn't know when, but several small, blood-colored red fishes had appeared.

Among them, there was still one with sharp teeth and a fierce mouth, fierce double eyes, and fish fins that turned into feet, standing upright as a blood-colored fish demon.

The fish demon saw Mo Hua, its gaze fierce, and it laughed wildly.

But halfway through its laughter, it discovered the thick golden light on Mo Hua's body and couldn't help but show fear in its eyes.

Mo Hua's face was expressionless. He only reached out a hand to pinch, pinched its neck, used a little force, and a golden light flashed in his palm, directly pinching this blood-colored fish demon to death.

After the fish demon died, it turned into a pool of blood color, as if with fishy-smelling river water.

Mo Hua could perceive a trace of evil and strange divine aura from it.

Like divine sense that had been assimilated by an evil god.

Only there was no divine marrow, and its own divine sense amount was too little, basically inedible.

Mo Hua pointed his hand, condensed an earth fire formation, and incinerated all this blood-colored river water and some remaining blood-colored small fishes, leaving no traces.

After cleaning up the evil things, Mo Hua exited his sea of consciousness.

In reality, Mo Hua opened his eyes, but frowned tightly.

This is... the evil god's method?

Exactly when did he get hit?

(End of this chapter)

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