The Quest for Immortality

Second-grade Thirteen Stripes Earth Fire Formation!

The Formation Patterns were burning, red as fresh blood and hot as magma!

In the blink of an eye, they suddenly exploded.

The boiling Fire Elemental Spiritual Power surged wildly, intertwining recklessly like Fire Pythons, thoroughly engulfing a group of cultivators.

As the Spiritual Power dissipated, the area was left in complete disarray.

When the dust settled, it revealed Boss Jiang’s disheveled figure.

In front of him was a Golden Bell Spiritual Artifact, which he had activated with all his might, enveloping his body. However, it failed to protect his entire body...

His left arm and leg were charred black by the Earth Fire Formation, and even the bloodstains were burnt crisp.

The right side of his body, although protected by the Spiritual Artifact, still endured the impact of the explosion, causing his internal organs to ache and blood to spurt from his mouth.

As the leader, Boss Jiang was experienced in the business of trafficking cultivators and often walked by the river, his head tied to his belt, both suspicious and shrewd by nature.

Therefore, the moment he sensed something amiss in Mo Hua’s words, he became wary.

At a critical juncture, he drew out his life-saving Spiritual Artifact, and this is how he survived, though grievously wounded.

But his subordinates, the other eleven "traffickers," were not so lucky.

For cultivators in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, a Second-grade Formation with Thirteen Stripes was akin to a "heavy killing weapon."

They had never imagined that someone would silently lay such a Killing Formation on the ground.

Caught completely off guard, they were directly consumed by the flames of the Earth Fire Formation and blasted by Fire-series Spiritual Power, suffering severe damage to their meridians, and one by one, they fell to the ground.

Some died instantly, and those who were still alive were left with just a breath.

Without taking some pills to hang onto life, they probably wouldn’t survive.

Heart bleeding, Boss Jiang couldn’t bear it.

These were his brothers!

Surviving in the Cultivation World relied not just on one’s own strength, but also on brotherly support.

These brothers were the backbone he had painstakingly built over the years, living through burning, killing, kidnapping, and shared meals of meat and drinks.

Now, with this one explosion, he wasn’t sure how many would survive.

Ignoring his injuries, Boss Jiang turned his head in great anger, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.

He saw that damned brat, calmly "finishing off" those who were not yet dead!?!!

Just like a little Yama, whomever he saw still breathing, he stepped forward and delivered a Fireball Technique to end it.

This Fireball Technique was no small force.

Those who had but a breath left, once struck by the Fireball Technique, also breathed their last.

Boss Jiang’s eyes were bloodshot as he shouted angrily, Read new chapters at

"You brat, what are you doing?!"

Mo Hua turned around and sighed,

"I saw they were suffering too much, lingering on without dying peacefully, so I helped them find release..."

Before he could finish, he pointed his finger, and another Fireball Technique claimed the life of another struggling "trafficker."

Boss Jiang felt rage surge up, a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest which he spat out with a "puhh" sound.

Mo Hua, however, didn’t bother with him, continuing his "finishing moves" on his own.

They had more numbers, and he couldn’t beat them on his own.

He had to strike first, with lightning-fast moves, setting up the Second-grade Earth Fire Formation and killing whoever he could.

Afterward, those who were severely injured couldn’t be spared either.

Even those who seemed to have breathed their last had to be hit again with a Fireball Technique, to make their death "solid" and "thorough," preventing any surprise attacks or unforeseen complications that could turn the situation on its head.

As for the remaining Boss Jiang, he was still breathing heavily, showing strong resilience. Mo Hua would take his time to "play" with him.

In just over a few breaths’ time, Mo Hua had finished off more than a dozen traffickers.

Boss Jiang’s anger had now turned into a chill.

He knew he had fallen into a trap.

Appearances can be deceiving.

He should not have underestimated this young cultivator for his youthful appearance, innocent face, and occasional naivety.

This was not a simpleton but a little Evil Ghost!

It took just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea for him, with his sole strength, a mere Formation, and a few Fireballs, to kill all the brothers he had accumulated over the years...

And now, his own situation looked rather grim...

Secretly taking a pill, Boss Jiang began healing while simmering with questions, he asked,

"You little demon, when exactly did you set up the Formation?"

Mo Hua smiled without answering.

Boss Jiang’s gaze darkened as he continued to ask,

"Why were you also in the midst of the Formation, but after it exploded, you were unharmed?"

Mo Hua smiled again, keeping silent.

He wasn’t stupid.

Explaining how he "Drawing Ground into Formation" and calculated the "Life-gate" was pointless; he didn’t bother telling Boss Jiang, who wouldn’t understand his knowledge of Formations anyway.

It would be like playing the lute to a cow.

Mo Hua checked the surroundings once more and nodded.

Now that all the traffickers had been "taken care of" by him, only Boss Jiang, the leader, remained.

Mo Hua’s face was smiling, but his heart had already begun to calculate how to slaughter Boss Jiang...

For human trafficking...

This dark business surely had deep roots and intertwined interests. If it had lasted this long, the forces behind it were probably not small.

Offending Boss Jiang would guarantee a grudge.

Indeed, there could be retaliation from his backing forces.

Therefore, he had to ensure complete eradication!

Otherwise, as a frail cultivator in the initial stages of Foundation Establishment, his future would be in great danger...

Watching Mo Hua, Boss Jiang’s mind shifted, and he suddenly said in a deep voice,

"Young brother, you might not believe me, but this is all a misunderstanding. I trafficked you, but you also killed my eleven brothers — we’re even now..."

"Let me leave, and I won’t seek revenge on you..."

"From now on, we won’t interfere with each other’s affairs. What do you think?"

Mo Hua knew Boss Jiang was talking nonsense, but when it came to talking nonsense, he was no less skilled than anyone else.