Chapter 926: Jealous of Evil

Formation?

Why change the formation?

What's the use of this formation?

After changing it, why take it out...

For a moment, Li San's heart was filled with doubts, but the next moment, he suppressed these doubts deep within him.

"Elder You needs absolute loyalty, loyalty that disregards everything and views death as returning home. I just need to follow the orders and don't need to have too many thoughts."

"Only with loyalty can I gain Elder You's approval."

During this time, by killing his fellow disciples, he had already earned seven or eight thousand points of Mo Xun. Such generous rewards were simply impossible before.

This was Elder You's reward for his loyalty.

"Elder You, rest assured, this disciple will definitely not fail in his mission!" Li San said.

"I look forward to your performance," Mo Hua said.

"Yes!"

Afterward, Li San didn't hesitate and went to the Gongxun Pavilion, spending three thousand points of Mo Xun to exchange for that set of "Ni Ling Zhen Tu."

The steward of the Gongxun Pavilion was a bit surprised and frowned, "You're not a Zhen Shi... why exchange for a formation?"

Li San said coldly, "Do I need to report to you what I do?"

Soon, he was going to become an elder.

This was Elder You's promise to him.

And with this confidence, he didn't feel the slightest bit of unease. He was fearless and open towards others, completely unaware that he was actually stealing the Mo Sect's inheritance for the "insider" in the Mo Sect.

The steward was intimidated by his aura and didn't suspect anything for a moment.

It was just a strange formation; if there was a generous person willing to spend that amount of Gongxun, what else could he say?

The steward sealed the Ni Ling Zhen Tu in a wooden box and handed it to Li San.

After receiving it, Li San carefully placed it in his storage bag.

The entire process was very simple.

No one knew what this seemingly simple "handover" meant in the end.

No one in the Mo Sect knew what kind of formation they had given to a "monster."

Everything went smoothly after that.

Li San was originally a Nascent Soul Stage Mo Cultivator, and he had been in the Mo Sect for a long time. His actions generally wouldn't arouse suspicion.

He thus took the Ni Ling Zhen and left the Mo Sect, traveling for half a day, arriving at the small hillside specified by Mo Hua, and entering the small grove specified by Mo Hua.

Outside the small grove.

Mo Hua and Gu Changhuai were hiding in the grass, watching Li San, who was disguised as an old man, enter the small grove.

Gu Changhuai couldn't help but ask Mo Hua:

"What kind of magical potion did you give him that he listens to you so much?"

"Nothing much," Mo Hua said, "I just disguised myself as a Mo Sect elder and said a few words to him."

Gu Changhuai clearly didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem entirely impossible.

After all, Mo Hua's mouth could talk incessantly. When he spoke, he could really infuriate the living and deceive the dead into coming back to life.

Seeing Li San enter the small grove and the trap, and no other Mo Cultivators following, Mo Hua patted Gu Changhuai's shoulder:

"Uncle Gu, I'm counting on you."

Gu Changhuai was tall, and Mo Hua was not. Although both of them were squatting, it was still a bit difficult for him to pat his shoulder.

Gu Changhuai looked at Mo Hua silently.

So far, none of his colleagues in the Dao Ting Si dared to pat his shoulder.

But he had no choice.

Gu Changhuai sighed, accepting this fact, "Alright, I'll be back in a bit."

Then Gu Changhuai got up and walked into the woods.

There were fluctuations of spiritual energy and evil energy from the woods, and explosion sounds rang out.

Green light and red light flashed. After a few rounds, Gu Changhuai came out, carrying the severely injured and unconscious Li San in one hand and a box in the other.

Mo Hua didn't look at Li San. Instead, he looked at Gu Changhuai with a shocked expression, "Uncle Gu, you're at the middle stage of Golden Core?"

Gu Changhuai lightly "hmm"ed.

On the surface, Gu Changhuai still had a calm expression, but Mo Hua's surprised expression made Gu Changhuai feel much better.

In the Golden Core stage, each level is a hurdle, and breaking through is much harder than in the Foundation Establishment stage.

And because after forming the core, spiritual energy crystallizes, the number of circulation cycles increases, coupled with the amplification of his innate magical treasure, the power difference between the early, middle, and late stages after Golden Core is much larger than before.

His cultivation from the early stage of Golden Core to the middle stage of Golden Core was also a big step forward.

However, they didn't talk about this for too long. Because there was still serious business to attend to.

"What are you planning to do with this Li San?" Gu Changhuai said, "Kill him?"

Mo Hua pondered.

Reasonably speaking, Mo Cultivators have committed many evil deeds, and this Li San is a "senior" Mo Cultivator. He must have taken many lives, so of course, he should be killed.

But for some reason, this person was brainwashed too thoroughly, too "loyal."

So loyal that Mo Hua felt it was a bit of a waste to kill him.

"Let's spare his life for now. Put him in the Dao Prison. Perhaps he will be a key chess piece in the future," Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai nodded, "Alright."

He handed the box in his hand to Mo Hua again, "Is this what you wanted?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes!"

Taking the wooden box, Mo Hua examined it to make sure it was okay, then carefully opened the wooden box.

Inside the ordinary wooden box was an ancient piece of parchment. On the parchment were drawn ancient and obscure patterns, almost in the same vein as the first-grade Ni Ling Formation.

Mo Hua could almost see the laws of spiritual energy inversion flowing slowly within it.

This inversion law was like a wisp of flame. Once something ignited it, it could trigger a violent explosion and produce inconceivable destructive power.

Mo Hua's eyes were sharp.

On the other hand, Gu Changhuai couldn't help but frown.

On the surface, this formation looked merely profound and obscure, but it faintly revealed a strange aura that made people feel apprehensive.

In addition, this was a formation that Mo Hua had painstakingly obtained from within the Mo Sect...

Gu Changhuai's eyes darkened slightly, "What kind of formation is this? It wouldn't be... an evil formation, would it?"

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, "How could I possibly learn something like that?"

Gu Changhuai was still a bit suspicious.

Mo Hua then brought up Old Mr. Xun again:

"I learned formations from Old Mr. Xun. How could he possibly let me go astray? Uncle Gu, rest assured."

Gu Changhuai was indeed relieved.

Old Mr. Xun of Tai Xu Sect was a man of integrity and high virtue. He certainly wouldn't let Mo Hua make mistakes.

It was good that it wasn't an evil formation.

But Gu Changhuai still had some doubts in his heart:

"Then what is this..."

"It's for setting off fireworks," Mo Hua said.

Gu Changhuai was stunned and almost thought he had heard wrong, "Fireworks?"

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded and said mysteriously, "Big fireworks!"

Gu Changhuai didn't know what to say, so he didn't ask any further. Asking would be pointless anyway.

However, since it was for "setting off fireworks," it shouldn't be a big deal.

He was a member of an aristocratic family, who grew up in the Great Immortal City. What kind of "fireworks" hadn't he seen during festivals?

Gu Changhuai didn't take it to heart.

By this time, the matter was done, and the formation was in hand.

Li San lay on the ground, severely injured and unconscious. His body was also bound by spirit-binding locks.

Gu Changhuai fed him a pill to sustain his life, added a few more spirit-binding locks to tie him securely, and then said to Mo Hua:

"Let's go back."

"Okay," Mo Hua nodded.

Gu Changhuai dragged Li San and walked down the mountain with Mo Hua.

Along the way, the mountain scenery was quiet and beautiful, with lush forests and green trees.

Only occasionally would they encounter a few pools of blood and a few corpses.

"This mountain is often frequented by Mo Cultivators," Gu Changhuai said concisely.

Because there were Mo Cultivators, there would naturally be battles, casualties, and deaths.

This was normal, and Mo Hua didn't say anything.

The two continued to walk forward, along the mountain path, turning a corner at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, several rows of low thatch-roofed huts appeared in front of them, built along the mountain slope, surrounded by simple fences. It looked like a mountain village where rogue cultivators gathered, and it was very quiet and peaceful.

Mo Hua felt a strange sense of familiarity and couldn't help but step towards the mountain village.

Gu Changhuai pulled him back, "What are you doing?"

Mo Hua pointed to the mountain village: "I'll rest for a while and ask someone for something."

Gu Changhuai shook his head, "No need to go, they're all dead."

Mo Hua was stunned.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Mo Cultivators often appear here. How could the rogue cultivators living here be spared?"

Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart. He released his divine sense and carefully sensed it, and indeed found that there were no signs of living people in the small mountain village.

This was not tranquility, but deathly silence.

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and said to Gu Changhuai, "Can I go and take a look?"

Gu Changhuai thought for a moment and didn't refuse, "Alright, as long as it doesn't delay your time returning to the sect."

Mo Hua nodded and walked into the mountain village step by step along the mountain path.

The mountain village was dilapidated, with wooden walls and thatched roofs, looking somewhat shabby.

But one courtyard was one home.

In the courtyard, there were hunting traps, dried herbs, worn-out cloth clothes hanging to dry, a wooden horse for children to play with, and bamboo and grass woven grasshoppers, etc.

A family, though poor, lived diligently and harmoniously.

At least that's how it used to be.

Mo Hua silently looked at the ruined courtyard.

He saw the scattered limbs on the ground, the blurred flesh and blood on the ground, the stains of blood on the wooden horse and the bamboo grasshopper, and the maggots and bloodthirsty flies...

"Are all the nearby villages like this?"

Gu Changhuai nodded, and said coldly:

"In the eyes of Mo Cultivators, people are actually living 'spirit stones' and 'food.'"

"Whether they cultivate or impart their power, they all use people as a medium. Wherever they go, there will be bloody killings."

"Once these ordinary rogue cultivators come into contact with Mo Cultivators, they are either eaten, killed, or absorbed into the cult to become Mo Cultivators who aid the evil. Those with better spiritual roots may even be raised as 'blood slaves,' suffering a fate worse than death. None are spared."

"The Dao Ting Si has limited manpower and cannot save everyone. Occasionally, when they receive news and arrive at the scene, they see this kind of scene..."

Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.

Mo Hua said nothing, silently looking at the bloody and ruined courtyard in front of him.

He came from a demon hunting background and had traveled far and wide, seeing more tragic and bloody scenes. But those scenes did not move him as deeply as the current one.

The courtyard in front of him, poor but warm, made him involuntarily think of Tongxian City and his small courtyard at home.

The dead rogue cultivators also reminded him of his parents and himself.

His parents were ordinary rogue cultivators in Tongxian City.

And he himself, if he hadn't had these opportunities, would only have been an inconspicuous little rogue cultivator.

If other rogue cultivators were killed by Mo Cultivators like "weeds."

Their family would too.

In an instant, the heavenly secrets faintly fluctuated.

Mo Hua seemed to see his other "destiny":

Like all other rogue cultivators in the world, like weeds, tragically dying at the hands of evil and wicked cultivators, killed, eaten, refined into pills, having their blood sucked dry, raised as slaves...

Mo Hua's heart trembled uncontrollably.

When he sat in Tai Xu Mountain and peeped at the movements of the Mo Sect through the Yuan magnetic array, he also knew that Mo Cultivators killed people, knew that Mo Cultivators drank blood, and knew about the Mo Cultivator "blood feast."

He knew all these things.

But without experiencing it firsthand and seeing it with his own eyes, he simply didn't know the depth of these sufferings.

The dead were not just names, not just numbers, but living people, children, parents, family members.

Mo Hua raised his head and looked into the distance.

In the distance, in the Ganxuezhou region, sects were numerous, aristocratic families stood tall, towers soared, and palaces were magnificent.

"Those who stand on high won't look down..."

He himself was actually the same.

If he had stayed in the Ganxuezhou region all along, associating with aristocratic families and sects, he might have felt that the years were peaceful and quiet, wealthy and comfortable, completely unaware of the nameless rogue cultivators who died in the corners not far away, like dust.

He wouldn't see the injustices created by Mo Cultivators.

Perhaps he would also be indifferent to the dead cultivators...

Mo Hua was in a heavy mood.

"Mo Hua..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "Are you alright?"

He saw Mo Hua standing still, speechless, his expression changing several times, and he was a little worried.

Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "I'm fine."

Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua, "The Mo Sect will be eradicated. Cultivate in peace. Other things don't have much to do with you, don't take it too hard."

"Okay," Mo Hua said in a low voice.

Gu Changhuai was afraid that Mo Hua would overthink things, so he said, "It's getting late, let's go back early."

"Okay."

Afterward, the two went to the Dao Ting Si, where they imprisoned Li San in the Dao Prison. Gu Changhuai then sent Mo Hua back to Tai Xu Sect.

Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed to be preoccupied, so he wanted to comfort him a few words. However, he was good at saying cold words, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort him. In the end, he forced out those two sentences:

"Cultivate well, and don't think about other things."

"Okay, I know."

Mo Hua nodded.

After returning to his disciple's residence, Mo Hua didn't sleep all night.

Although he usually didn't sleep and instead practiced formations on the Dao Stele, this time he couldn't even calm down to draw formations.

The scenes from the daytime still lingered in his mind.

In the small mountain village, poor but still striving rogue cultivators, in the blink of an eye, regardless of gender or age, all tragically died in a bloody mess.

Mo Hua's soul ached faintly.

A trace of anger rose in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he had practiced the Water Prison Gate's Seven Soul Blood Prison Eye Technique and branded the Water Prison Map in his soul, a hint of "killing" desire gradually arose in Mo Hua's heart.

In this world, all evil and wicked cultivators should be killed, all should die!

All the demon cultivators who indiscriminately killed innocent people should be suppressed in the Dao Prison and tortured to death!

"Kill!"

Mo Hua's eyes turned red, and a strong killing aura began to gather in the depths of his eyes.

Around the manifestation of his divine consciousness, black energy flickered in and out of sight.

At that moment, Mo Hua seemed to turn into a "little Yama" who hated evil as if it were his enemy and was impartial and selfless. His heart was like a demon-slaying sword, intending to suppress and kill all evil and sinful cultivators in the world.

Mo Hua quickly realized that something was wrong and immediately sat down and meditated, restraining the "killing" desire in his heart.

But the four words "slaying demons and eradicating evil" seemed to be deeply engraved in his soul along with the Water Prison Map of the Water Prison Gate.

In his heart, he wished he could kill all the Mo Cultivators.

Mo Hua meditated peacefully.

But no matter how hard he tried, how he calmed his heart, he couldn't suppress this killing intent.

Mo Hua could only give up helplessly.

"Since I can't suppress it, then I won't suppress it..." Mo Hua's eyes were cold, "Let's find a way to kill all the Mo Cultivators in this Mo Sect!"