Mo Hua stayed silent for a moment before suddenly asking:
“Are there swords in this temple?”
Master She was extremely shaken inside, but quickly calmed his emotions, maintaining a poker face, he asked in puzzlement: “What sword is the little master referring to?”
However, such a minute emotional fluctuation could not escape Mo Hua.
“You know.”
Master She’s pupils quivered.
Without waiting for Master She to reply, Mo Hua’s eyes brightened as he mused to himself: “You know of this sword…”
“Then you must have seen it…”
“The sword is in the temple, hidden somewhere you know, but I have not been to…”
With a sweep of his eyes, Mo Hua understood at once.
“The Blood Pool!”
“Within the entire River God Temple, the Blood Pool is the only place you’ve been to that I haven’t…”
“When we entered, you were already in the Blood Pool.”
“So, the sword is in the Blood Pool!”
Mo Hua’s reasoning was clear, his gaze sharp.
Master She felt a chill at the bottom of his heart.
Too clever for comfort.
How can this kid be as cunning and skeptical as an old demon…
Mo Hua commanded: “Go into the Blood Pool, and fish out the sword for me.”
Master She’s lips trembled, just as he was about to speak, Mo Hua interrupted with a clear but icy voice: “I don’t want to hear any excuses.”
Master She’s scalp tingled slightly, “I still need to make a sacrifice, to save that…”
“The Blood Pool is not deep, it won’t waste much time,” said Mo Hua.
Seeing he could not stall any longer, Master She could only sigh:
“At the bottom of the Blood Pool, indeed, something like a sword is suppressed, but I do not know how it can be retrieved…”
Mo Hua shook his head: “I don’t care, you figure it out.”
Master She wanted to say more, but Mo Hua’s eyes already betrayed some sharp fierceness.
Master She, feeling as if he had a sword hanging over his head, sighed and stepped towards the Blood Pool.
Gu An and Gu Quan gripped their knives, watching him intently.
The Blood Pool contained unknown flesh and limbs, filthy with blood.
An ordinary Cultivator entering might risk eroding their flesh, corrupting their Spiritual Power, or even tarnishing their Divine Sense.
But as someone who has turned to the Demon Path, Master She did not fear these things.
Master She inwardly cursed Mo Hua a few times more, then approached the Blood Pool steeped with Divine Statues, leaped in, and sank to the bottom.
The Blood Pool churned, and the aura vibrated.
After a while, Master She emerged reluctantly from the Blood Pool holding a blood-stained sword, tossing it to the ground.
Gu Quan took out silk cloth, wiped clean the bloodstains, and handed the sword to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua examined it closely, his pupils shrinking.
It was a broken sword, with only a fragment of the tip remaining; the blade, corroded by blood, had lost its shine, but the material was extraordinary.
Although Mo Hua wasn’t proficient in Artifact Refining, he had some knowledge of Refining Materials.
The metal used to forge this sword was at least of the Third Grade.
In other words, this was a broken…
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