And it looked like a real big deal, certainly very grand…
The white-robed Sword Cultivator who had once killed it must be much, much stronger than it claimed.
This Divine Thought into sword was definitely extraordinary…
It seemed he had to find that broken Mountain God again to get some questions answered…
“Daring to deceive me…”
Mo Hua snorted coldly, his gaze carrying a trace of danger…
…
In a remote and dilapidated temple on a barren mountain.
Eating lopsided fruits, enjoying humble offerings, basking in the brilliant sunshine leaking through the temple’s broken roof.
Lord Yellow Mountain’s long face was the picture of leisure.
Suddenly, a chill swept over…
Lord Yellow Mountain shivered involuntarily.
The warm sunshine instantly felt a few degrees colder.
“What evil thing has its sights on me?”
Lord Yellow Mountain’s face changed; frowning, he racked his brains in deep thought, but try as he may, he could not figure it out.
For years he had kept a low profile, shrunk back at the slightest conflict, nodded and bowed at anyone he met, occasionally admitting guilt and playing the victim; he hadn’t offended any major Cultivators or Wild Ghost Evil Gods…
Life had been “poor,” but peaceful.
Lord Yellow Mountain thought hard, but he was still somewhat baffled.
Suddenly, the image of an innocent yet fierce little face drifted into his mind.
Lord Yellow Mountain froze, grinning sheepishly.
“No way…”
“That little rascal…”
Lord Yellow Mountain felt bitter in his heart, and the fruit in his mouth lost its sweetness…
…
Mo Hua did intend to seek out Lord Yellow Mountain for a clear answer, but he currently couldn’t find the time.
Moreover, considering Lord Yellow Mountain had once been so “grand,” he would surely have formidable methods, perhaps even some ace up his sleeve. Going to him would require careful plotting and thorough preparation.
The main priority at the moment was to join the Sect.
Dealing with Lord Yellow Mountain could wait until later when he was free.
After all, the Mountain God may flee, but the temple won’t…
If the temple doesn’t flee, he won’t be able to escape…
…
Wenren Wan sent an invitation to Taixu Gate.
It contained Mo Hua’s origins, along with his expertise in “mastering Formations.”
Since the relations were all well-managed, it was merely a formality; the Elder who handled it stamped it with the Sect’s seal, signifying his agreement.
In the end, this record of origin was presented before the Sect Leader of Taixu Gate.
The Sect Leader had veto power on his own.
Of course, in such cases, he would normally turn a blind eye, considering it as unseen.
Unless there was total opposition, conflicting interests, and sharp disputes, he would not incite “public anger” by contradicting the Elders and Noble Clans and rejecting the application.