Concealment Technique!
Mo Hua had coveted this spell for a long time.
The first time he saw Diao Laosi use this spell, Mo Hua had wanted to learn it.
Although Elder Yu said he had the Small Five Elements Spiritual Root and wasnât suitable for this spell, how could he know without trying?
He had thought that the Hidden cultivator had been hacked to death by random knives and couldnât help but feel some regret.
But to his surprise, the man had appeared again, which was a pleasant surprise.
Now that he had appeared, there was no way he was going to let him escape.
Mo Hua must extract the spell for the Concealment Technique.
He was already at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and his movement technique was temporarily sufficient, but he only knew one Fireball Technique as a spell.
Its power was insufficient compared to some, but it was more than enough compared to others, and could only be considered average.
But since Mo Huaâs Spiritual Root wasnât particularly good and his Cultivation Technique didnât enhance his Spiritual Power, the power of his spells wasnât very strong. Even if he learned another offensive spell, it wouldnât make much difference.
Mo Hua wanted to learn some more practical spells.
The Concealment Technique was more fitting.
With a strong Divine Sense one could conceal oneâs aura, making it difficult to be detected, while the Concealment Technique could hide oneâs form, preventing one from being seen.
Mo Hua had a powerful Divine Sense, and with the addition of Concealment Technique, he would practically be safe from harm.
In seeking immortality through Tao Cultivation, one must first ensure their survival.
Diao Laosi, with an arm twisted off by Yu Chengyi, sweated profusely from the pain and angrily said, âDonât even think about it!â
Having been bested by this brat time and again, he longed to kill him, so how could he possibly hand over the Concealment Technique?
Mo Hua snorted, âDonât choose punishment over toast!â
Still, Diao Laosi clenched his teeth, resolutely refusing to speak.
Mo Hua looked at him and suddenly his eyes lit up. He turned to Yu Chengyi and asked, âUncle Yu, where is his storage bag?â
Upon the capture of a Sin Cultivator, regardless of life or death, the storage bag must be taken and marked.
Yu Chengyi searched and pulled out a storage bag embroidered with blue water patterns, tossing it to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua dumped out everything in the storage bag.
There were two spare daggers, one a first-class Spiritual Artifact, the other not, likely just a temporary replacement.
A few bottles of poison, with labels detailing their names, meant to be smeared on the daggers.
There were also several antidote bottles, unlabeled, but the colors matched the poisons.
There were also several books on Cultivation Techniques and Taoist Skills, but Mo Hua glanced over them and saw they were all common stuff.
No spell for the Concealment Technique.
Mo Hua frowned, âWhere did you hide the spell?â
Diao Laosi gritted his teeth and said, âYou little bastard, I wonât tell you!â
âStill daring to curse me?â Mo Huaâs eyebrows twitched as he whipped out the Thousand Jun Stick, angrily saying, âIâll see if I donât smash your mouth!â
Yu Chengyi quickly held him back, âNo need for you to act, donât tire yourself out.â
Mo Hua was not a Body Cultivator and wasnât skilled in Body Refinement; he could indeed hurt himself.
Moreover, with so many Monster Hunters around, there was no need for him to take action.
Other Monster Hunters took it upon themselves to beat up Diao Laosi.
They had guarded the Spiritual mines before and had seen many companions fall to Diao Laosiâs vile daggers, naturally harboring resentment. This was a good opportunity to vent their anger.
When the beating was satisfactory, Yu Chengyi called for a halt.
Mo Hua continued to ask, âAre you going to talk now?â
Diao Laosi spewed a mouthful of blood, relenting, âIf I tell you, can you spare my life?â
Mo Hua snorted, âWhat fantasies are you dreaming?â
He stood up two fingers and continued, âYou have two choices, one is to be honest and we send you to the Taoist Court, and whether you live or die will depend on the Courtâ¦â
âThe second is, if you donât tell us, we kill you with random knives right now. After all, youâre a Sin Cultivator, and it wonât matter if you die.â
Diao Laosi said coldly, âDead is dead, so why should I talk?â
He knew very well that with the crimes he had committed, falling into the hands of the Taoist Court meant certain death.
âThereâs a big difference between possibly dying and dying right now,â
Mo Hua explained to him, âIf youâre taken to the Taoist Court, if you bribe the Supervisor, you might escape the death penalty, if you bribe the Court Leader, you might be released without charge, and at the very least, if you bribe the prison guard, you might try to escape from prisonâ¦â
Diao Laosi rolled his eyes. If he had the capability to bribe the Court Leader and Supervisor, why would he have fallen to the point of resorting to banditry?
He could have already become the head of a clan or the Sect Leader of a sect, or at the very least, an elder.
Diao Laosi sneered in his heart but still refused to speak.
Seeing this, Mo Hua could only regretfully say, âThen you better be on your way.â
These Sin Cultivators were not worthy of pity in death, and their deaths would only bring peace. As for the Spell, he would just have to find another way; it was not as if the Concealment Technique was the only option.
Mo Hua glanced at Yu Chengyi, who nodded and ordered,
âDrag him to the side and hack him to death with random blows.â
A Monster Hunter came over, grabbed the iron chain with a large hand, and dragged Diao Laosi toward a small grove of trees.
Halfway there, Diao Laosi suddenly realized, âIâm about to die right now!â
He had lived for over a hundred years, and countless times he had thought about his own death but never cared much about it.
Now, when truly facing death, he realized the terror of perishing and the extinction of his Taoist path.
An overwhelming panic engulfed him instantly, and the stubbornness that kept him from speaking crumbled away in a moment, his will shattered.
In that instant, all he thought about was that even if he could live for one more day, or even for another two hours, it was better than dying right now.
Dying later, even if it was in the next hour, was better than dying at this moment.
Even dying within the Taoist Court was better than being randomly hacked to death and fed to Monster Beasts.
Diao Laosi hurriedly shouted, âIâll talk! Iâll talk!â
At those words, Mo Huaâs spirit was lifted, âWait a moment!â
The Monster Hunter dragged Diao Laosi back and threw him in front of Mo Hua.
Diao Laosi was now ashen and breathed with difficulty.
âWouldnât it have been better to talk earlier? What was the point of this? You only got beaten for no reason, stubborn to the boneâ¦â Mo Hua muttered, not understanding.
With each word from Mo Hua, Diao Laosi spat out another mouthful of blood in anger.
Yu Chengyi said to Mo Hua in a low voice, âSay less, donât anger him to death.â
âRight, right.â Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and got to the point, âWhere is the Spell for the Concealment Technique?â
Having thoroughly capitulated and experienced the great fear of death, Diao Laosiâs spirit was broken, and he honestly replied,
âAmong those Taoist books, there is one called âFiery Flaming Fistâ, from page nineteen to fifty-four, and whatâs recorded there is⦠the Concealment Technique.â
Mo Hua then searched through the contents of his storage bag and from a pile of Taoist texts, found a well-worn âFiery Flaming Fistâ.
Turning to page nineteen, he saw that the content indeed varied greatly from the preceding text.
While the beginning was a Body Refinement Fire-series Martial Dao, after page nineteen, it suddenly turned into a secret Water Series Spiritual Cultivator Spell.
And indeed, annotated between the lines was a row of small characters:
Concealment Technique.
Mo Hua was overjoyed and glanced at Diao Laosi, thinking to himself that he indeed was a wily old Cultivator, clever enough to hide a precious Spell within an ordinary Body Cultivation text.
Itâs darkest under the candlestick, naturally not easy for others to notice.
Mo Hua, satisfied, tucked the âFiery Flaming Fistâ containing the Concealment Technique into his storage bag, but then he frowned, thinking to himself:
If he hid the Concealment Technique in âFiery Flaming Fistâ, could he have hidden some other Spell in another book?
Mo Hua began to leaf through the rest of the Taoist books, looking at them page by page, and finally, he found something unusual.
A Tao Cultivation Martial Arts text called âQuicksand Palmâ recorded another Spell that Mo Hua had never heard of:
Water Prison Technique.
Mo Huaâs eyebrows raised, a buy-one-get-one-free deal!