Immortality Through Array Formations

He couldn’t understand how Lu Hui, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped dodging halfway through.

Could it be that he was overconfident, so he deliberately didn’t dodge this strike?

But an opportunity like this was rare. After a moment of shock, Bald Tuo regained his composure and unleashed his blade again, aiming for Lu Hui’s lower body.

Lu Hui felt a sharp pain in his chest and, seeing Bald Tuo’s cunning strike, felt a chill in his heart. He struggled to break free from the Water Prison Technique and dodged backward.

However, slowed down by the Water Prison Technique, his thigh was still sliced by Bald Tuo.

Furious, Lu Hui endured the pain and drew his sword. His sword was swift and vicious, stabbing into Bald Tuo’s right chest.

Bald Tuo’s eyes gradually became lifeless as he slumped to the ground.

Lu Hui, covered in blood, also slowly fell.

In the secluded woods, the two men had fought to the death, blood flowing freely. In the end, they wounded each other and fell beneath each other’s blades and swords.

This scene was very much in line with the script Mo Hua had premeditated in his mind.

Mo Hua nodded, feeling very satisfied with what he saw.

Zhang Lan, on the other hand, was stunned.

What kind of spell was this? Where did this kid Mo Hua learn it from?

It really was a case of killing someone without even bothering to blow away the dust…

Zhang Lan saw Mo Hua’s confident demeanor and knew he had a way to deal with Lu Hui, but he didn’t expect it to be so surprising.

Using a subtle trick and letting someone else do the dirty work, he had trapped Lu Hui without any effort.

Lu Hui perishing along with Bald Tuo was perfectly reasonable and had no faults at all.

“Shall we go and check?” Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan came back to his senses, nodded, but delayed for a while, waiting for Lu Hui to bleed a bit more, before he and Mo Shan approached the fallen duo.

Mo Hua followed behind them.

The three of them reached Lu Hui and Bald Tuo. They carefully checked their breath and couldn’t help but look at each other with a hint of regret.

Bald Tuo wasn’t dead. Lu Hui’s thrust was to his right chest, and it hadn’t damaged his heart. He still had a breath in him.

Lu Hui had lost a lot of blood and was temporarily unconscious, but the wound on his chest wasn’t actually severe, so he hadn’t died either.

“Do bad guys always have such hard lives…” Mo Hua couldn’t help saying.

What to do next?

Lu Hui, after all, was a Supervisor from the Taoist Court. Should they leave him to die?

Mo Shan and Mo Hua both looked at Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan sighed and said, “This is so exhausting.”

Then he found a spot, sat down leisurely, and said, “The scenery here isn’t bad; let’s rest here for a while.”

Mo Hua looked around. The woods were secluded, surrounded by deadwood, with leaves beneath their feet. Where was this good scenery?

But Mo Hua nodded and said, “Indeed, the scenery is nice.”

Then he too plonked down to sit on the ground and even took out wine, meat, and snacks from his storage bag. The three of them began to eat pleasantly together.

Lu Hui was off to the side, still bleeding.

After a while, Lu Hui didn’t die; instead, he gradually regained consciousness, whispering in pain.

He shakily took pills from his storage bag with his right hand, consumed them, and after refining their power, the blood on his chest slowly stopped.

Mo Shan unsheathed his sword, intending to finish him, but Zhang Lan held him back.

Zhang Lan shook his head and said, “No need to dirty your own hands.”

Lu Hui struggled to his feet, and upon seeing Zhang Lan and the others, his expression changed, hating them for not helping and fearing they would finish him off.

Zhang Lan feigned concern and said, “Court Leader Lu, are you alright?”

Lu Hui forced a smile, “Thanks to Court Leader Zhang’s blessing, I won’t die yet.”

“That’s good to hear. I was genuinely worried about you being severely injured.”

Lu Hui’s smile was filled with insincerity, “Thank you for your concern, Court Leader Zhang.”

But inside he was cursing bitterly, “Worried? Worried that I won’t die?”

A venomous look flickered in Lu Hui’s eyes.

He had noted this debt; he would settle accounts with them later.

But he didn’t dare show this hatred openly, keeping it inside to avoid provoking Zhang Lan and Mo Shan and being silenced by them for good.

Lu Hui forced a laugh and said, “The kindness of you all, I, Lu Hui, will keep in my heart. After I meditate and adjust my breath for a while, shall we then resume our journey back?”

Zhang Lan nodded and said, “That sounds good.”

So Lu Hui continued to meditate and heal his wounds.

Mo Shan, on the other hand, joined with Zhang Lan to chain up Bald Tuo, who still had a breath left in him.

Mo Hua glanced at Bald Tuo with a hint of disdain.

What a waste this Bald Tuo is, he mused, not even capable of killing Lu Hui—it’s a squandered opportunity.

Perhaps it was just Lu Hui’s luck that the blade didn’t strike a vital spot, which is why he didn’t die.

However, Mo Hua wasn’t in a rush; this was Big Black Mountain, the domain of Monster Hunters, and in a way, his territory too.

Lu Hui stood no chance of leaving alive.

Once Lu Hui’s wounds had healed enough for temporary movement, everyone stood up and set off, keeping a watchful eye on Bald Tuo as they walked back along the mountain trail.

When they arrived at a fork in the road, Mo Hua suddenly quickened his pace and turned into a small path to the left.

Mo Shan caught on immediately, understanding what was happening and promptly following Mo Hua.

Zhang Lan, unfamiliar with the mountain trails, naturally followed Mo Hua as a matter of course.

Lu Hui, of Qingxuan City, clueless about Big Black Mountain, proceeded with caution, unaware of anything wrong with this path, so he unwittingly followed along.

Aside from being narrower and more desolate, there wasn’t much difference in this mountain path.

The fog wasn’t thick, and the miasma wasn’t particularly strong.

Lu Hui had no suspicions, but as he walked, he suddenly smelled a pungent, fishy odor.

He looked around and noticed the source of the smell came from a clump of grass in Mo Hua’s hand.

Lu Hui frowned and asked, “Young brother, what kind of grass do you have there?”

Mo Hua didn’t hide it from him, “It’s Demon Smelly Grass.”

“What’s it for?”

Seeing that he didn’t recognize it, Mo Hua explained, “There are many Monster Beasts in the mountains. This grass is fishy and pungent; it can repel Monster Beasts.”

Lu Hui, not being a Monster Hunter, didn’t see a problem at first.

“Can I see it?”

“Sure.”

Mo Hua readily handed the Demon Smelly Grass to Lu Hui.

Upon receiving it, Lu Hui meticulously inspected the grass, finding nothing unusual about it, nor any sign of tampering—aside from an abnormal stench, there was nothing special.

Was this kid really just using the grass to drive away Monster Beasts?

As Lu Hui pondered while walking, he suddenly noticed that Mo Hua and the others had silently moved ahead of him, now a good ten steps away.

Startled, before he could think more deeply, he felt an icy chill on his back.

Slowly turning around, he discovered two Monster Beasts that had appeared out of nowhere in the bushes at either side of him.

One beast had red skin and sharp teeth dripping saliva; the other had white fur with long horns and blood-red eyes.

Both Monster Beasts were staring intently at him.

Lu Hui, aghast, immediately realized the truth.

Demon Smelly Grass, Demon Smelly Grass, with its rotting stench.

Cultivators dislike it, but beasts are fond of it—how could it possibly be used to drive away Monster Beasts?

This Demon Smelly Grass, intended to attract Monster Beasts, was now in his hands.

“Damn it, this brat tricked me!”

Enraged, Lu Hui hastily threw the Demon Smelly Grass away, but it was too late—both Monster Beasts had set their sights on him and began to pounce.

With his injuries still fresh, Lu Hui couldn’t dwell on them at this moment.

He exerted his spiritual power and blood qi surged as he sprinted with all his strength.

If caught by the Monster Beasts, he would undoubtedly be devoured today. In this life-or-death situation, even if his wounds reopened and blood seeped out, he couldn’t afford to care.

Lu Hui pushed his movement technique to the extreme and was indeed marginally faster than the Monster Beasts, putting some distance between them and lessening the pressure on his back.

Just then, he saw Mo Hua ahead, turning to flash him a smile.

“What’s this brat smiling about?”

Taken aback, Lu Hui watched as Mo Hua raised his hand slightly, made a hollow grip, and then gently clenched.

Mysterious and eerie spiritual power suddenly appeared, forming into water chains, instantly securing him.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Hui understood it all.

Why Bald Tuo, despite his swift movement technique, couldn’t get away; why he, although capable of dodging that blade, couldn’t evade it either.

“Was it this deceitful little brat?!”

Lu Hui understood, but it was all too late.

The Water Prison Technique had locked him tight.

In less than two breaths of time, the Monster Beasts caught up with him, their gaping jaws and sharp teeth piercing through his shoulder.