This is something only a "villainous deity" would do.
Mo Hua could only exercise patience, slowly waiting for the Wotai Tribe’s barbarian cultivators to offer tributes, waiting for the Wotai God to slip up.
In the days that followed, Mo Hua stayed hidden, spying within the Wotai Tribe.
The Wotai Tribe worships the Mouse God and raises dead mice. The tribe’s barbarian cultivators also have a penchant for fetid food, so the tribe is filled with filthy pelts and rotting meat, and the smell is unpleasant.
The barbarian cultivators of the Wotai Tribe are selfish and greedy by nature, often resorting to any means necessary, and they also have a liking for theft.
Ordinary Wotai Tribe barbarian cultivators would steal clothes and food from fellow tribal cultivators.
Elders with a bit of authority would steal the tribe’s meat and wealth.
Some even steal people.
Between tribal cultivators, there is mutual infidelity, adultery, and a debauched private life.
Mo Hua stayed for only three days but witnessed no less than twenty incidents of stealing grain, wealth, or people.
As a result, he understood that the followers and the Barbarian God of the Wotai Tribe were mostly a product of "mutual selection."
Humans and gods, like snakes and rats in the same pit, were nothing good.
Mo Hua decided not to be polite anymore.
Four or five days later, Mo Hua finally awaited the start of the Wotai Tribe’s "sacrificial ritual."
They also used "people" for sacrifices.
But unlike others, they did not use their own tribe members; instead, they used barbarian cultivators from other tribes or some slaves secretly captured as "sacrificial offerings" for the Wotai Barbarian God.
In a way, the offerings were also "stolen."
These living people had their throats cut with a blood stripe and were bound to ropes and hung down from a cliff, offered as sacrifices to the Barbarian God.
Mo Hua attached the spiritual power of the Water Passing Step to his feet, stuck to the cliffside, and walked vertically down.
After descending about fifty zhang, he saw a statue carved into the cliff wall amidst dense forest trees and thick mountain mist, along with an altar.
However, what puzzled Mo Hua was that the statue depicted was not a mouse, but a fierce cow demon.
"Isn’t the Wotai Tribe supposed to worship the Mouse God?"
Mo Hua found it strange.
Then he patiently waited for the offerings’ blood to flow for a while, and the sacrificial ritual began, distorting the Divine Thought World.
Mo Hua then used the "Sword Bone" technique again as a medium to invade the dream built by the Barbarian God.
Inside the Barbarian God’s dream, Mo Hua arrived at a grand divine temple.
This divine temple was large, with rough decorations and a cow-headed statue, but within the temple, the entity about to enjoy the offerings was actually a mouse-headed Barbarian God.
Mo Hua then understood again.
This Wotai Barbarian God had even "stolen" the divine temple from others.
Mo Hua restrained his divine marrow and gathered his breath, appearing outwardly as a tender and fresh Human Race child.
The Wotai Barbarian God, upon seeing Mo Hua, was truly both surprised and delighted, opening its rodent mouth to speak human words:
"These believers even managed to capture such a fresh ’human offering’ for me. No wonder I taught them my Dao and helped them stand and prosper. Wonderful, wonderful."
Mo Hua looked calmly at the Wotai Barbarian God.
The Wotai Barbarian God couldn’t resist Mo Hua’s tender and delicious appearance, grinning with a sharp mouth, saying, "Little one, I’ll eat you in one bite."
Mo Hua’s face darkened.
A gust of evil wind whipped up, and the Wotai Barbarian God morphed into a rat demon form, opening its large mouth, intending to swallow Mo Hua whole.
But its fierce fangs were held tightly by Mo Hua’s small, tender hand.
Although those hands were small and fair, they seemed to contain the weight of a thousand jun.
The Wotai Barbarian God’s expression changed, thinking to itself:
"Not good, I’ve encountered something strange!"
In the next instant, Mo Hua clenched his fist, which glowed with golden light, and smashed the Wotai Barbarian God like an egg.
After smashing it, Mo Hua’s other hand immediately made a grasp motion out of thin air, igniting flames, swiftly refining and absorbing the Barbarian God’s telekinesis.
After completing all this, Mo Hua left.
Mo Hua conveniently rescued the barbarian cultivators used as offerings and tossed them at the cliffside.
As for whether these people could survive, it depended on their own fortune.
As for the barbarian cultivators of the Wotai Tribe, Mo Hua considered for a moment and ultimately did not act against them.
Though this tribe is selfish, despicable, and prone to theft, without shame, such moral flaws aren’t deserving of death.
Moreover, this is the Great Wilderness, and it’s not up to Mo Hua to intervene.
After all, their worshipped Barbarian God is already dead, and henceforth, these followers will have to fend for themselves.
Mo Hua crossed off the name "Wotai Barbarian God" from Elder Zamu’s list, and then continued to search for the next target.