Diao Laosi sneered in his heart but still refused to speak.
Seeing this, Mo Hua could only regretfully say, “Then you better be on your way.”
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,
“Drag him to the side and hack him to death with random blows.”
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, “I’m about to die right now!”
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, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”
At those words, Mo Hua’s spirit was lifted, “Wait a moment!”
The Monster Hunter dragged Diao Laosi back and threw him in front of Mo Hua.
Diao Laosi was now ashen and breathed with difficulty.
“Wouldn’t it have been better to talk earlier? What was the point of this? You only got beaten for no reason, stubborn to the bone…” 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, “Say less, don’t anger him to death.”
“Right, right.” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and got to the point, “Where is the Spell for the Concealment Technique?”
Having thoroughly capitulated and experienced the great fear of death, Diao Laosi’s spirit was broken, and he honestly replied,
“Among those Taoist books, there is one called ‘Fiery Flaming Fist’, from page nineteen to fifty-four, and what’s recorded there is… the Concealment Technique.”
Mo Hua then searched through the contents of his storage bag and from a pile of Taoist texts, found a well-worn ‘Fiery Flaming Fist’.
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.
It’s darkest under the candlestick, naturally not easy for others to notice.
Mo Hua, satisfied, tucked the ‘Fiery Flaming Fist’ containing the Concealment Technique into his storage bag, but then he frowned, thinking to himself:
If he hid the Concealment Technique in ‘Fiery Flaming Fist’, 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 ‘Quicksand Palm’ recorded another Spell that Mo Hua had never heard of:
Water Prison Technique.
Mo Hua’s eyebrows raised, a buy-one-get-one-free deal!