Immortality Through Array Formations

Originally, everything was within his plan.

He pretended to be defeated first, recuperating his spiritual power, waiting for the moment when the dogs of the Taoist Court would be careless and off guard. Then he would suddenly burst forth and ambush, killing the two men and keeping the woman for replenishing from others.

By replenishing from the woman until her death, he would be able to recover his blood qi and spiritual power.

His appearance would also be restored.

At that time, with this young and handsome shell, he could deceive a naive little girl, slowly replenish from her, and find temporary shelter, laying low for a while.

Once the heat died down, he would still be able to roam freely.

If it weren’t for this brat!

Talking about breaking his legs, destroying his meridians, and even shattering his Qi Sea!

His plan might have already succeeded.

If the cultivator from the Taoist Court had moved to destroy his meridians, he certainly wouldn’t have allowed himself to be captured so easily. After all, even if he was highly skilled, once his meridians were cut and his spiritual power was gone, he wouldn’t be able to turn the tides.

He could only make his move early.

The two cultivators with knives were easy to handle, but the one with the sword was a bit more troublesome.

He had originally thought it would be only somewhat difficult, but he never imagined it would be to this extent.

The movement technique he relied on did not give him any advantage.

The man with the sword was neither injured nor bleeding, so his sinister spiritual power posed no threat to him.

Moreover, he himself was already covered in injuries, at the end of his tether. If he continued to delay, he would be dragged to death.

Even if he fled, trapped within Big Black Mountain, lacking clothing and food, and without female cultivators to replenish from, he was bound to die sooner or later!

So he had no choice but to settle for the next best thing: to capture this brat first, to use as a threat against the man, seeking a sliver of a chance for survival.

The evil cultivator’s hand reached for the back of Mo Hua’s neck.

In his eyes, this brat was absolutely unavoidable.

Not to mention a child of around ten years of age, even a cultivator in the later stages of Qi Refinement would not be able to escape this sudden attack…

But he grabbed at air.

Mo Hua seemed to have sensed it early on, ducking his head and crouching down, his small body rolling to the side and ending up several meters away.

Leaving the evil cultivator standing there foolishly…

Mo Hua had dodged, and Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

If Mo Hua had been caught, he truly would have been out of options, and the situation would have turned into a checkmate.

Either a few would die, or they would all die together.

Luckily, Mo Hua was clever.

In such a short time, he was able to sense the danger and agilely evade it.

Zhang Lan felt a chill in his heart and then his eyes turned cold as he propelled his sword qi, attacking the evil cultivator.

He needed to quickly slaughter this beast to prevent further trouble.

The evil cultivator came back to his senses, looking at Mo Hua in the distance with a cold gaze.

“Stinking brat, you’re pretty lucky.”

He didn’t believe Mo Hua could evade his move; the boy had merely been lucky.

Mo Hua stood still in the distance, sighing,

“It seems I must destroy your meridians, shatter your Qi Sea, and break your legs, or else you’ll continue doing evil.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then added,

“All three legs!”

Zhang Lan’s expression froze before he hurriedly said, “Don’t provoke him!”

He turned his head and saw, as expected, the evil cultivator’s eyes red with rage.

The evil cultivator’s eyes were blood red with intense anger, having never been humiliated by a stinking brat like this in his life.

His figure flashed, the evil cultivator’s gaze filled with resentment as he dashed straight towards Mo Hua.

Coldness settled in Zhang Lan’s heart.

This was bad, this was a ninth-layer Qi Refinement evil cultivator, and Mo Hua couldn’t handle him.

He had been relieved that Mo Hua had escaped once, thinking that if the boy ran far enough, he would be safe.

Then he would use a spell to repel the evil cultivator, and they could come up with a long-term plan.

He hadn’t expected Mo Hua to verbally provoke the man; given that the evil cultivator had already wanted to capture him for leverage and was now humiliated by Mo Hua’s words, rage filled his heart, making it impossible for him to calm down.

In his urgency, Zhang Lan could only quickly drive his sword qi, hoping the evil cultivator would back off knowing the difficulty.

However, he was far from Mo Hua, while the evil cultivator was close.

Casting the Condensing Technique required time, so the sword qi he released afterward had difficulty hitting the evil cultivator and only managed to slow him down.

The evil cultivator, with his eerie movements, dodged several beams of sword qi and closed in on Mo Hua, reaching down to grab him.

Then, he grasped at empty air again.

Mo Hua slowly drifted backward, sliding away from his grasp just before his fingers could close.

The Evil Cultivator refused to believe it, squatted and turned, lifting his left hand and reaching for Mo Hua once more.

Yet, Mo Hua flipped back lightly, without borrowing or exerting any force, as if he were a leaf floating and dancing in the breeze, once again slipping through his fingers.

The Evil Cultivator continued to reach for Mo Hua, but with each move, he was always a hair’s breadth away, and Mo Hua managed to escape from his hands every time.

His movement technique was formless, like flowing water, adapting to the situation and eluding capture.

Appearing to be within reach, yet, in reality, as far away as the horizon.

The Evil Cultivator nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was a rapist, after all! A rapist who relied on his movement technique to get by!

It was one thing to be outmatched by a dog of the Taoist Court, but now even a mere child was playing him for a fool?

And the worst part was, he couldn’t even get the better of this little brat!

Every round he thought he could catch him, but he just couldn’t.

As the Evil Cultivator’s onslaught grew more desperate, Mo Hua’s movement technique became even more composed.

All of a sudden, Mo Hua increased the distance between them and began condensing Qi at his fingertips.

The Evil Cultivator was stunned. What was he doing?

Was he trying to use a spell?

“Seeking death!”

The distance was so close that by the time his spell was released, he would have already snapped his neck.

With a sneer, the Evil Cultivator leapt forward.

But before he could reach Mo Hua, a fireball had already formed and flew toward his face, smearing across it.

The Evil Cultivator couldn’t believe it, and a chill ran through his heart.

“How could it be so fast?!”

The Fireball Technique wasn’t highly powerful, but it hit his face, causing a throbbing pain and leaving his head reeling.

The Evil Cultivator involuntarily faltered in his movements.

At that moment, Zhang Lan seized the opportunity to send out a Water-shaped Sword Qi, striking the Evil Cultivator directly in the heart channel.

The Evil Cultivator’s gaze became vacant, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

The woods grew quieter.

The Evil Cultivator lay on the ground, but the one who had felled him, Zhang Lan, was still stunned in place, his emotions fluctuating wildly.

What had he just witnessed?

A cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refinement’s attack, all dodged by Mo Hua?

Qi Refinement, ninth level? All dodged?

And what was that movement technique?

Without a constant pattern, without a fixed form, unpredictable, elusive, straightforward yet enigmatic…

Who taught him this movement technique?!

Zhang Lan stood still for a while, his memories churning, before he remembered.

Oh right, it seems like it was the Water Passing Step!

This… it seems that I taught it…

Mo Hua, looking at the fallen Evil Cultivator, swept him with his Divine Sense and said,

“Uncle Zhang, come quickly, he’s not dead yet.”

Zhang Lan came back to his senses and immediately went over to the Evil Cultivator.

After checking his injuries, he said, “He’s not dead, but his Spiritual Power is exhausted, and his Blood Qi is depleted; he won’t make any more trouble.”

His Sword Qi had pierced through the Evil Cultivator’s heart channel, but it was slightly off, so the Evil Cultivator wasn’t dead yet.

Zhang Lan had barely finished speaking when the Evil Cultivator groaned in pain, opening his eyes full of resentment.

“What a tough life,” Mo Hua remarked.

Zhang Lan gave Situ Fang and Situ Xiu some pills, and after meditating for a while, they revived somewhat. Then they wanted to drag the Evil Cultivator back to the Taoist Court.

“Wait a moment,” Mo Hua said.

Everyone turned their heads, looking at Mo Hua with confusion.

Mo Hua walked over to Zhang Lan and, with some effort, pulled out the sword from Zhang Lan’s waist.

Holding the sword with both hands, he walked up to the Evil Cultivator and said,

“That’s right, it was I who wanted to break your legs!”

Then with one stroke, he severed the Evil Cultivator’s legs.