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Scarface made quick work of his kill, while Mo Hua watched with a headache.
Itâs true that Spiritual Cultivators are at a significant disadvantage when a Body Cultivator gets close to them in combat.
But this Pale-faced Man was just too weak.
How could he not sense such obvious killing intent from Scarface?
Despite being an Evil Cultivator, he was even more naive than a child like himself.
Mo Hua sighed.
His original plan was to use the Storage Bag to incite a conflict between the two, so he could reap the benefits as an onlooker.
If they fought, even if they didnât both perish, they would at least both be gravely injured.
That way, he would be able to come out and finish off the loser, seizing the opportunity for himself.
Yet unexpectedly, the Pale-faced Man proved to be so useless, allowing Scarface to close in on him and easily slaughter him without a hitch.
With such low vigilance, whatâs the point of being a Spiritual Cultivator?
Mo Hua couldnât help but curse in his heart.
After Scarface killed the Pale-faced Man, he reclaimed the Life-Extracting Techniqueâs manual from his embrace, threw his body inside the house, spat on it, and left straight away.
Mo Huaâs eyes gleamed, as Scarface didnât take the Pale-faced Manâs Storage Bag?
Could it be that his lust for vengeance had clouded his judgement?
âIf you wonât take it, then I wonât be polite.â
Mo Hua stealthily entered the house and pocketed the Pale-faced Manâs Storage Bag in his bosom.
In the Storage Bag was the Secret Manual for the Fireball Technique that he had been coveting.
With this manual, the power of his Fireball Technique might ascend to a new level.
This outcome wasnât a loss after all.
Mo Hua secured the Storage Bag, then immediately flipped up onto the roof beam.
After a while, as expected, Scarface returned. He searched the Pale-faced Manâs corpse but found no Storage Bag.
âDid I remember wrong? He clearly had it on himâ¦â
Scarface frowned in thought, then suddenly became irritable and said,
âForget it, it wasnât anything valuable anyway.â
He turned and ransacked the Pale-faced Manâs house, collected some Spirit Stones and Spiritual Artifacts, and left, leaving the Pale-faced Manâs body rigid in death on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Mo Hua couldnât help but sigh,
âWhatâs so great about being an Evil Cultivator? To die and have no one collect your corpse.â
However, this was his own fault, and Mo Hua felt no sympathy at all.
âThis Scarface is truly difficult to kill,â
Mo Hua couldnât help but think.
After two calculations, he remained completely unharmed, indeed an experienced Evil Cultivator.
In a direct confrontation, Mo Hua held no confidence either.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the beam, pondering for a while, then suddenly thought of Kong Sheng.
Kong Sheng was someone he would have to deal with sooner or later.
After considering for a moment, Mo Hua concealed his presence and made his way to the room where Kong Sheng was being held.
Kong Sheng was still acting like a madman, occasionally throwing tantrums.
He would shout in a low, hoarse voice, one moment threatening to kill one person, the next moment another.
Mo Hua sat on the rooftop, patiently waiting for Scarface to pass by.
The paths of Black Mountain Stronghold were complex and intertwined, while seemingly elaborate, they also intersected.
Scarface, who was supposed to stand guard at night, would inevitably pass by this road.
After a long wait, as dusk approached, Mo Huaâs Divine Sense stirred slightly, and he indeed spotted Scarfaceâs figure in the distance.
Having killed the Pale-faced Man, he could only stand guard alone tonight.
Mo Hua wondered if Black Mountain Stronghold had any rules about whether Scarface would be punished for killing the Pale-faced Man.
But now wasnât the time to consider this.
Mo Hua concealed his form and entered Kong Shengâs room.
Kong Sheng was glaring with venomous eyes, plotting something, and muttered,
âSooner or later, Iâll kill all of youâ¦â
Mo Hua quietly approached him from behind, lifted the Thousand Jun Stick, activated the Formation, and delivered a muffled blow down on him.
Kong Sheng, only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement and with weak cultivation, fainted with one hit of the stick.
Afterward, Mo Hua disabled the Formation on the door, opened the iron gate, then took out a Fiery Flame Rune, threaded it with a thin rope, tied it around Kong Shengâs wrist, and stuffed it into his sleeve.
This Fiery Flame Rune had been seized from a Qian Family Cultivator; originally there were three, Mo Hua had used one, and two remained unused.
Having prepared thoroughly, as Scarface was nearly upon him, Mo Hua slapped Kong Sheng awake and then vanished from sight.
Kong Sheng woke up, groggy, feeling pain in both his head and face, and cursed,
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âWho the hellâ¦â
Kong Sheng couldnât finish swearing when he suddenly froze, noticing that the iron door was actually open.
Whatâs going on?
Kong Sheng was stunned for a moment before he realized what had happened.
It was that fat cultivator who delivered the food!
âHe must have given the jade pendant to my father, and then my father, at the Foundation Establishment Stage, must have come with the cultivators of the Kong Family to save him!â
But why did they knock me out?
However, with the situation being critical, he had no time to concern himself with these details. Most importantly, he could escape now.
Kong Sheng was overjoyed in his heart.
He hurriedly got up and bolted through the door.
He had had enough of this wretched place; he didnât want to stay any longer, didnât want to eat those hard-to-swallow foods, and didnât want to endure the cold looks and mockery from the evil cultivators anymore.
Once he was out, he would once again be the young master of the Kong Family in Qingxuan City.
He could call the wind and summon the rain in Qingxuan City, and no one would dare to interfere with him!
And he could finally take his revenge on Ji Familyâs father and son, as well as on Fu Lan, that little bitch.
The more Kong Sheng thought about it, the more excited he became, but as soon as he reached the doorway, he saw a towering figure standing in front of him, with his face bearing a fearsome scar.
It was Scarface.
Scarface said with a sinister smile, âThinking of escaping?â
Seeing the hideous smile on Scarfaceâs face, and feeling the cold murderous intent emanating from him, Kong Sheng felt his limbs go weak and stammered, âI⦠I didnât.â
Scarface looked around and asked, âWho opened the iron door for you?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI⦠I donât know.â
Scarface sneered, âSomeone must have told you, right? Prisoners of the Black Mountain Stronghold, anyone who dares to escape is bound to die.â
Kong Sheng, alarmed, quickly waved his hands, âI didnât escapeâ¦â
But in his heart, he was urgently thinking, âWhy hasnât my father come yet? If he were here, he could kill all these beasts!â
However, Kong Sheng didnât notice the runes that slipped out of his sleeve while he was waving his hands.
In his panic, Kong Sheng hadnât paid any attention, but Scarface caught sight of them.
These runes were evidently of high quality. Since the young master of the Kong Family had them hidden in his sleeve, he must be pretending to be scared, letting his guard down on purpose, while looking for a chance to make a move and launch a surprise attack on him.
Scarface was immediately enraged, âEven a little bastard like you dares to scheme against me?â
With a flash, he moved close to Kong Sheng and his knife fell like lightning, striking Kong Sheng down.
Kong Sheng, pampered and arrogant, accustomed to bullying others with his seventh level Qi Refinement, had no power to fight back and thus died at the hands of Scarface.
After Kong Sheng was cut down, some time later, an elderly evil cultivator came by and scolded Scarface:
âWhat are you crazy about? Isnât killing one during the day enough, you even killed the hostage?â
With his head bowed, Scarface cupped his hands and said, âHe tried to run.â
The old evil cultivator snorted coldly, âDonât make excuses. This time itâs a major offense. From now on, youâre on night watch alone. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you accountable!â
Scarface could only acknowledge it.
Mo Hua sighed.
He hadnât expected the punishment for evil cultivators in Black Mountain Stronghold to be so light.
Scarface had killed the Pale-faced Man and now Kong Sheng but was only recorded for a major offense and assigned to be on night watch alone; there were no other punishments.
Mo Hua had hoped that if Scarface were to suffer severe punishment and injuries, it would have been convenient for him to make his move and kill him.
Mo Hua still remembered the tragic sight of that female cultivator in the night.
He was definitely going to kill Scarface.
But it now looked like it might not be possible to kill him anytime soon.
After causing the deaths of two people in a row, he had left quite a few traces behind.
The storage bag of the Pale-faced Man, the iron door of Kong Shengâs room that was left open, and the runes in his sleeve.
Someone observant would definitely be able to pick up on the clues and suspect that someone was up to no good.
It was time to leave Black Mountain Stronghold.
Sure enough, Scarface mentioned to the old evil cultivator, âThe iron door to Kong Shengâs room was open; I donât know who let him out.â
The old evil cultivator frowned.
After a short conversation and coming up with no leads, they temporarily dropped the subject.
But Mo Hua knew that they must have become suspicious.
âWhere thereâs smoke, thereâs fireâ as the saying goes.
Mo Hua had managed to keep hidden with his Concealment Technique until now, and that was already remarkable.
âShould I go home now? My parents must be worried,â Mo Hua thought to himself in silence.
Just then, he heard the old evil cultivator say to Scarface:
âDrag this young master of the Kong Family away to feed the pigs.â