Chapter 705: Ordering Dishes

Yu Er is at the top of the tree that symbolizes the divine power of the Great Wasteland Evil God.

This indicates that Yu Er is extremely important in the divine system of the Great Wasteland Evil God, perhaps even a key element in some grand scheme of the Evil God.

But Mo Hua doesn’t quite understand.

“Yu Er is just a child, what is it about him that the Great Wasteland Evil God covets?”

Spiritual Root?

Yu Er’s spiritual root is indeed very good, but in Qian Xue State, where geniuses gather, there are also other cultivators with good spiritual roots like Yu Er.

Why is the Great Wasteland Evil God specifically targeting Yu Er and even placing him at the top of its own divine power tree?

Perhaps because… God Fetus?

Yu Er’s divine sense talent is special; does he have the qualifications to be a God Fetus?

But what exactly is a God Fetus?

Why must it be Yu Er?

Mo Hua slightly frowned.

No matter the reason, Yu Er cannot be harmed.

Aunt Wan was so good to him, and Yu Er treats him like a close older brother, always thinking of him whenever he gets something good. Such a kind child cannot encounter any misfortune.

And the Great Wasteland Evil God…

He has already quietly “eaten” quite a bit of its assets.

Demons and evils alike, all originating from the Evil God.

He has also repeatedly disrupted its affairs.

Killed its minions, bombed its demon hall, dismantled its altar, eaten its god remains, and sucked its god marrow.

Now, he is even sitting on its altar, stealing its authority…

Mo Hua himself feels it's a bit excessive.

Considering this, his “crimes” against the Great Wasteland Evil God may have truly “accumulated”…

Even if the Great Wasteland Evil God was a hundred lifetimes of a benevolent god, it might not let him off, let alone it being a cruel, vengeful evil god.

But the Great Wasteland Evil God slaughters cultivators, raises minions, refines demons, drives evils, and defiles gods; it was never a good entity to begin with.

Mo Hua also has no psychological burden.

And the path of divine thought is inherently like this.

Even if he doesn’t consume the Evil God, the Evil God will sooner or later consume him.

To endure for a moment is to face an unknown fate.

To retreat a step is eternal damnation.

Since he has already started, he might as well “eat” to the end!

Mo Hua secretly resolved in his heart.

Of course, he should also be cowardly when necessary, and hide when needed. It’s best to hide in the shadows and never let the Great Wasteland Lord know.

After all, he is just a small cultivator in the Foundation Building realm and currently cannot provoke such a powerful evil god.

Mo Hua looked at Yu Er’s node again.

Although the node is bright, it seems to be under some kind of seal, somewhat dim, and faintly emits an ancient, simple sword intent.

This sword intent was not something Mo Hua could necessarily sense before.

Now that he has learned the introductory divine thought into sword, he has a clear perception.

Mo Hua guessed that this should be due to the Tai Xu Sect.

The Tai Xu Sect has a long history and deep foundation. There must be some old ancestors within the sect protecting the mountain gate.

Yu Er entering the Tai Xu Sect can be considered to have received the protection of these old ancestors.

Of course, this is Mo Hua’s guess.

He also doesn’t know which old ancestors are in the sect.

The old ancestors are in seclusion year-round, profound and unfathomable.

As a small disciple of the Tai Xu Sect, he probably won’t see the true appearance of these old ancestors from the moment he enters the mountain gate until he graduates from the Tai Xu Sect…

Besides the sword intent, there is also another “protection” aura around Yu Er.

This aura is weak and hidden.

Mo Hua sensed it briefly and discovered that this aura was surprisingly his own, so he directly ignored it.

After that, Mo Hua studied the divine power tree a bit more.

Combining Yu Er’s experience, Mo Hua gained a rough understanding of this tree, which symbolizes the god’s authority.

The authority of the Great Wasteland Evil God is very likely related to “dreams.”

Weaving nightmares, invading dreams.

Dreams are the bridge for communicating divine sense.

He just doesn’t know if this is the Great Wasteland Lord’s special authority, or if all evil gods use “dreams” as the medium for divine power.

The nodes on the divine power tree are also one by one “dreams.”

But dreams are the extension of divine thought.

Divine thought is the creation of reality.

So, each node corresponds to a dream, and also to a specific, real altar, and the temples or dojos that enshrine these altars.

In short, it’s like the fishing village, which is an evil god stronghold.

But among all the nodes, only Yu Er is the exception.

He is not an evil god stronghold, but just a pure child.

“Is there any way to save Yu Er once and for all?”

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

“Destroy the node? Break the authority of the divine power tree. Without the ‘path,’ these demons will have no way to find him and will never invade Yu Er’s nightmare again. Yu Er will also be able to sleep peacefully from now on…”

“But… how to destroy it?”

Mo Hua tried to communicate with the divine power tree and use the god’s authority, but found it impossible.

His authority is not significant and is still far from having the permission to modify the divine power tree, change the god’s nodes, or alter the authority’s endpoint.

Let alone destroying the node through authority.

He can only “use,” but not “alter,” and certainly not “destroy.”

A bit troublesome…

Mo Hua frowned and thought, and suddenly an idea flashed.

Since he cannot alter or destroy the node, there is no way to directly save Yu Er…

Then why not do the opposite?

Directly use authority to command the demons to invade Yu Er’s dream?

Then he can guard by Yu Er’s side and wait for these demons to come and deliver themselves?

Mo Hua’s handsome eyes sparkled brightly.

This way, he can weaken the evil god’s forces and alleviate the pressure of Yu Er’s nightmare.

He can also have a full meal and make up for the gap in divine sense required to advance to seventeen patterns.

Perhaps even… more than seventeen patterns?

Mo Hua’s little heart couldn’t help but thump.

Steal the evil god’s authority, act as a “small evil god,” replace the Great Wasteland Evil God, issue orders, drive evils and demons, invade Yu Er’s nightmare, and use this to…

Deliver “takeout” to himself!

This was once Mo Hua’s “delusion.”

It seems to have also become the best method at the moment.

There is no time to delay. Mo Hua immediately began to try.

However, after a while, his divine thought communicated with the divine power tree.

Various nodes, numerous nightmares, raising thousands of demons and evils within them, instantly came under his control.

Mo Hua first set the “path.”

The endpoint of the path is Yu Er’s dream.

After Mo Hua began to exercise the god’s authority, controlling the demons and evils through the divine power tree, he set a specific time to begin the invasion of the nightmare…

This time, Mo Hua thought for a moment and set it for seven days later.

Now is definitely not enough time; he is not by Yu Er’s side yet.

In the next few days, he may not have free time either; he still has matters to conclude.

And manipulating demons to invade Yu Er’s dream also carries certain risks, requiring some time to prepare beforehand.

So seven days, neither too long nor too short, is just right.

The path node, the date and time, are all determined.

Afterward, he can “order dishes”… no, “dispatch troops.”

Mo Hua was full of anticipation and couldn’t help but lick his lips. “Let’s see what evils there are…”

Demons are ferocious, and evils are various.

As Mo Hua looked, he muttered:

“Half-cow, half-horse demon, second-grade low-level demon, probably not very tasty, but the size is not small, let’s get three hundred first to fill the stomach…”

“Fish-person demon? There’s actually still… Did the Great Wasteland Lord pollute other river gods? Or did it build other river god altars?”

Mo Hua frowned.

“Never mind, order it first… tired of ‘eating’ fish demons, fifty are enough…”

“Sheep horn follower?! Let’s get two first…”

“Pig head demon… too greasy, one is enough…”

“Fox demon? What kind of demon is this, pink? Strange… order a hundred to try first…”

“Sheep horn general! With sheep horns, definitely a good thing, let’s get three… inventory not enough? Only one… then one, too many and I might not be able to defeat them all…”

“This demon, a ball of black water, can’t see what it is, don’t know if it will cause a ‘stomachache’…”

“But the quantity is rare, it should be relatively rare, should I order it or not… still order, anyway it’s free, not ordering is a waste…”

“This demon looks sturdy, it should be very strong, let’s get one too…”

Mo Hua just kept picking like this, ordering as he went, getting dazzled by the numerous strange demons and evils.

“Almost enough…”

After who knows how long, Mo Hua finally finished selecting.

Vast numbers of evils gave rise to strange causal lines, condensing into a river of causality like a river of blood, all connected to little Yu Er.

Mo Hua suddenly felt a bit worried.

“What if I can’t defeat them…”

If he can’t defeat them, wouldn’t he be putting Yu Er in harm’s way?

Mo Hua again in his heart assessed his own divine sense power, and the power of the divine path array and divine thought into sword, and felt slightly relieved.

He had already killed the Evil God incarnations.

Other evils should not be a problem.

However, the quantity is indeed quite large…

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then made some adjustments, staggering the invasion times of these demons slightly, so that they would come in waves, leaving time for rest.

He would “eat” while fighting, nourishing the fight with fighting, and then he would be fearless.

Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.

He felt that he had ordered enough “dishes,” but he couldn’t help but feel a little greedy.

Generally speaking, when “eating a banquet,” there must be a very impressive dish as the finale.

Mo Hua’s gaze patrolled back and forth among the dense nodes of the divine power tree, and finally, his heart trembled as he discovered a “big guy.”

This was a monster that was pitch-black, bizarrely bloody, reeking of evil god aura, half-demon, half-magic, half-human, and even almost “half-god”…

Mo Hua had no idea what it was, but he felt it was very, very strong.

It was similar to an Evil God incarnation, but also a bit different.

Mo Hua hesitated for a long time, a strong impulse surged in his heart, wanting to order it, but after struggling for a long time, he still gave up.

It was also his first time “ordering dishes,” so it was better to be a bit more cautious.

Later, when he becomes skilled and a frequent customer, he can order some challenging items on the menu.

Mo Hua reluctantly looked at the “big guy,” silently记down its location node, and then used authority, communicating with the divine power tree with his will, imprinting his “demon menu.”

On the divine power tree, endless light flowed, and divine might spread.

The “small evil god” controlled the authority and issued orders.

The group of demons bowed their heads and obeyed the commands.

Seven days later, the evils would form an army and invade the dream of the God Fetus.

This command was imprinted by Mo Hua on the divine power tree.

After successfully issuing the orders, Mo Hua’s divine thought immediately detached from the divine power tree.

The altar belongs to someone else, the authority belongs to someone else, and the demons and evils all belong to someone else.

It’s fine to secretly borrow a little; he can’t stay for long, lest he leave traces and be “caught” by the Great Wasteland Evil God.

Although Mo Hua still doesn’t know how the Great Wasteland Evil God would “catch” him or how it would discover his traces.

But a cautious ship can sail for thousands of years.

Since he is stealing the evil god’s authority, it is always necessary to be careful and neat in one’s actions.

Also… to “destroy the evidence.”

On the altar, Mo Hua opened his eyes, and then without hesitation, he immediately took out spiritual ink, controlled the ink with divine sense, and set up several second-grade sixteen-patterned earth kill arrays on the altar.

This altar can only be used once.

After use, it should be blown up and not reused, otherwise, it would be giving the evil god a location marker, making it easy to expose his position and identity.

Mo Hua looked around again, confirming that no good things were missed and no traces of himself were left, then returned along the original path.

Gu An, Gu Quan, and the others were still waiting at the cave entrance.

Seeing Mo Hua come out, Gu Quan slightly relaxed and asked:

“Little Young Master, what is the situation inside?”

Mo Hua’s expression was grave, “It’s too dangerous inside, I didn’t dare go too deep and didn’t find anything. Let’s just bomb it.”

Everyone: “…”

Gu An said in a low voice, “Is that… good?”

Mo Hua nodded, “If you know there is a tiger on the mountain, you don’t need to go towards the tiger mountain. Directly bomb the mountain, it’s the same.”

Everyone pondered for a while and slowly nodded.

Since there is an array inside, then naturally whatever Little Mo Young Master says counts.

This group of them also won’t understand arrays better than Little Mo Young Master…

“Everyone stay away.”

Mo Hua said.

Everyone left the cave entrance. Mo Hua urged the arrays from a distance with his divine sense.

Several earth kill arrays exploded, with rumbling sounds and strong spiritual power fluctuations rampant, directly blowing the altar to pieces.

After a dozen breaths, the explosions subsided.

The cave entrance collapsed, and fallen soil and stones completely buried the altar.

Mo Hua then felt relieved.

The mission is finally accomplished this time, and he can go back.

He still has to return to the sect early and wait to receive his “takeout” seven days later.

Mo Hua felt completely relaxed and his mood was joyful…

“We can go back.”

“Yes.”

Gu An and the others nodded in agreement, their expressions slightly relieved.

This trip was full of twists and turns. Although many things were gloomy and strange, and they couldn’t figure them out.

But fortunately, it was without any danger. The people who should be saved were saved, the people who should be caught were caught, and the task was also completed smoothly.

The stones in the hearts of the group of Gu family cultivators all fell to the ground.

The River God Temple was still a bit gloomy.

Everyone didn’t want to stay for long, so they set off back, but before leaving, they found a person still lying on the ground, who was the guide, Master She Shi.

Master She Shi’s face was ashen, lying on the ground, already without breath.

Gu Quan looked at Mo Hua and asked:

“Do you want to leave him here?”

Mo Hua’s gaze flickered slightly. He shook his head, walked to Master She Shi’s side, and said in a devil-like low voice:

“If you keep pretending to be dead, I’ll really kill you!”

Master She Shi suddenly opened his eyes, shivered, and immediately jumped up.

“Don’t kill me!”

Gu Quan was a bit unhappy. He went up and kicked Master She Shi on the back of his knee.

Master She Shi knelt on the ground.

Gu Quan twisted Master She Shi’s shoulder with his backhand, pressed him down, drew his knife with his right hand, and placed it on his neck.

Master She Shi looked angry, but with the knife on his neck, he couldn’t be tough at all, and he hurriedly said, “Spare my life! Spare my life!”

Gu Quan looked at Mo Hua questioningly.

Mo Hua sighed and said regretfully:

“Kill him.”

This old bastard knows too much; keeping him is a hidden danger.

Moreover, he himself is both an evil alchemist and an evil array master. Whether refining evil pills or drawing evil arrays, his hands are inevitably stained with quite a bit of blood; his death is not to be pitied.

Gu Quan was immediately about to chop off Master She Shi’s head.

Master She Shi’s voice changed, “You can’t kill me!”

Mo Hua was curious, “Why?”

Master She Shi’s expression was conflicted.

Gu Quan then seized the opportunity, cut Master She Shi’s neck with the knife, breaking the skin and drawing a blood line, and blood flowed out.

Master She Shi was shocked and immediately said, “I still have secrets.”

Mo Hua silently looked at him.

Master She Shi’s heart was panicked by Mo Hua’s gaze. He knew that this little Yan Wang had an innocent face but a ruthless heart and didn’t dare to keep him in suspense any longer, so he gritted his teeth and said in a trembling voice:

“I am… a descendant of the Great Wasteland royal family…”

Both Gu An and Gu Quan’s expressions changed.

Mo Hua frowned, “Royal descendant?”

Master She Shi said, “South of Li State, endless mountains, Shen Tu unified, Great Wasteland crowned king…”

“I am a descendant of the Shen Tu clan, and the bloodline of the Great Wasteland royal family flows in my body!”

Mo Hua’s heart trembled, then he revealed a meaningful gaze and glanced at Master She Shi, “Just you?”

He looked completely unconvinced.

Master She Shi was angry but didn’t dare to be angry at Mo Hua, only saying with deep regret:

“I really didn’t deceive you…”

“The Great Wasteland royal family… perished, only a minority of descendants scattered in the Nine States, lingering on, no longer like before, and it is also difficult to restore the prosperity of the Great Wasteland royal court…”

“I even dare not use my original surname, only taking a similar character and using the surname ‘She’…”

Mo Hua’s eyelids suddenly twitched slightly.

Shen Tu?

She… Tu.

Mister Tu?

Could that Mister Tu also be a descendant of the Great Wasteland royal family?…

Mo Hua looked at Master She Shi, and in the end, he suppressed his curiosity and did not ask out the words “Mister Tu.”

Gu An frowned and said in a low voice, “Little Mo Young Master, if this person is really a descendant of the Great Wasteland royal family, I’m afraid it’s… not good to kill him on the spot…”

Mo Hua was a little confused.

Gu An then said, “A thousand years ago, the Great Wasteland Shen Tu royal clan rebelled, usurped the Dao Court, and proclaimed themselves emperor. The Dao Court sent Cang Long Dao soldiers to suppress and encircle them.”

“This war was tragic and lasted for decades. Finally, the Great Wasteland emperor was beheaded, and other royal clan members were also executed. There were not many survivors…”

“If this person really has the bloodline of the Great Wasteland royal descendant in his body, that is not ordinary; it is still not easy to kill him…”

Mo Hua did not comment, then glanced at Master She Shi with eyes showing deep thought, and the killing intent on his body, whether clear or hidden.

Master She Shi’s scalp felt numb.

After the trip to the River God nightmare, he knew clearly that there was no rule in this lawless little Yan Wang’s dictionary that “royal descendants cannot be killed.”

If he really had a killing intent, even the gods could not save him.

“Don’t kill me, I promise whatever you ask!” Master She Shi said in a panicked expression.

Seeing Master She Shi’s expression, Mo Hua’s thoughts slightly moved.

This Master She Shi… might be useful later.

It’s not impossible to keep him, but he needs to be threatened a bit and cannot let him talk nonsense, especially not let him speak out about his matters.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, then approached Master She Shi and said in a low voice:

“I can spare your life, but you have to keep your mouth shut, just pretend you’ve never seen me, and don’t say anything related to me, especially to your ‘god master’…”

Master She Shi’s expression changed continuously.

“Don’t forget…”

Mo Hua smiled shallowly, his smile somewhat evil.

“…In front of the River God Temple, who opened the altar and led me to the nightmare…”

“In the dream, who opened the door for me, who guided the way for me, who leaked secrets to me, who colluded with me…”

Mo Hua gently patted Master She Shi’s shoulder, “It was you.”

Master She Shi shivered with fear and hurriedly said:

“I didn’t! I didn’t collude!”

Mo Hua sighed, “You say you didn’t collude, will others believe me? Think about it yourself, will you believe me yourself?”

Master She Shi was speechless, his expression pained.

He discovered a terrible fact: he had unknowingly become a traitor to his “god master.”

The kind that cannot be washed clean even by jumping into the Smoke Water River…

“But River God adult, it already knows…”

Master She Shi’s expression was fearful.

“No,” Mo Hua shook his head, “It doesn’t know anything now.”

Master She Shi was startled, a bit confused, and then instantly understood something, his face pale, and said in disbelief:

“You, you…”

In the nightmare, when River God used the blood river divine ability, he fainted. His consciousness was unclear afterward, and he didn’t know what happened until he inexplicably woke up, just lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

At this time, he just realized…

Why the nightmare collapsed, why these people all woke up safely, why River God adult not only didn’t eliminate them but even released the sacrificial souls of those two children…

Because River God adult, it, it is already…

A chill went to his heart. Master She Shi trembled all over, not even daring to lift his head to look directly at Mo Hua.

As if Mo Hua were a terrible evil god.

Mortals cannot look directly at gods.

Mo Hua said again in a gentle voice:

“The nightmare is gone, and River God is also gone… So, as long as you don’t say anything, no one will know what happened in the nightmare, and no one will know that you are the traitor who guided them…”

Although Master She Shi was afraid, he still said in a trembling voice, trying to prove his innocence:

“I… am not a traitor.”

“Does that matter to me? Who will care?” Mo Hua sighed.

“Whether you are or not, you are now…” Mo Hua’s voice seemed to have a kind of bewitching evil power.

Master She Shi collapsed on the ground, his face like dead ashes.

A thought was deeply planted in his heart:

“I am a traitor…”

(End of this chapter)