Of course, this is just Mo Hua’s explanation on the surface.
In reality, when he was listening to that old demon cultivator speak, his Divine Sense keenly noticed an unusual fluctuation in the old demon cultivator’s Divine Thought.
It seemed to indicate some ulterior motives.
Additionally, there was an intuition from the lines of causation.
When the old demon cultivator spoke, the lines of causation were somewhat tangled.
Mo Hua instinctively sensed that there might be something fishy in those words of his.
The innocent Little Wood silently opened his mouth wide, while his heart couldn’t help but feel puzzled:
How did Junior Brother’s mind grow like this? How many thoughts is he hiding inside...
Beside him, Ling Huxiao heard and frowned, "If that old demon cultivator has ulterior motives, wouldn’t Junior Brother Mu be in danger?"
"Indeed." Mo Hua nodded, "But speaking of which, you all have never been safe. Whether it’s Jin Gui, that old demon cultivator, or the master behind them, all have designs on you."
Until now, the monster cultivators, both openly and covertly, have used quite a few methods.
Currently, it is only openly targeted at Little Wood.
But this is probably just the beginning, Ling Huxiao and Song Jian won’t be spared either.
According to the intelligence Mo Hua has eavesdropped on recently.
Among the three, Ling Huxiao’s situation is slightly better.
His Sword Heart Clarity is a genius rarely seen in the Rushing Void Sect in five hundred years.
Whether righteous or demonic, he is a "treasure."
Although the monster cultivators cut off Ling Huxiao’s little finger, they are rather respectful, clearly not daring to offend him lightly.
According to Mo Hua’s guess.
These monster cultivators are likely trying to make Ling Huxiao board that "flower boat" of the masters directly, using "sugar-coated bullets" to tempt him, corrupt him, and cause him to fall, thereby descending into the demon monsters and joining forces with them.
As for what kind of sugar-coated bullets are on the flower boat.
Being still naive, with limited knowledge, I can’t imagine it for the time being.
But as for Song Jian...
Mo Hua glanced back at Song Jian, who was still gnawing on jerky, feeling a little pity.
Song Jian is a hostage.
These monster cultivators probably don’t even want to "assimilate" him.
One day, they might just cut him out directly, it’s not impossible.
Song Jian noticed Mo Hua’s gaze, snorted coldly, turned his back, seeming not to want to see Mo Hua, yet still chewing on the jerky silently.
Mo Hua sighed inwardly:
"Forget it, this poor child, better not tell him, lest he lose his appetite for the jerky once he knows."
On the other side, Ouyang Mu felt a bit sad.
He thought that the old demon cultivator really hadn’t forgotten the Tai’a Sect, had his heart on the family, and wanted to pass on his lifelong sword casting skills to him.
People’s hearts are truly treacherous...
"Brother Mo, what should I do? Should I still learn the sword casting he teaches me?"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Learn it."
"Just pretend you don’t know anything, forget what I just said, and regard that old thing as an elder of the Ouyang Family who, although led astray, harbors a trace of good intent as his death approaches."
"Learn what he teaches you as normal, since it’s better to know than not to know."
"If other situations arise, act according to the situation, and I’ll guide you when the time comes..." Mo Hua said.
"Alright, Brother Mo." Ouyang Mu nodded repeatedly.
"However," Ouyang Mu was a bit puzzled, "what exactly is that old demon cultivator planning?"
Mo Hua’s eyes slightly focused.
"We’ll know when the time comes..."
...
The next day, inside the Chamber of Evil Instruments.
The old demon cultivator was again looking at his piece of demon hide parchment.
Ouyang Mu was refining white bones, merging refined iron.
Once the white bone was properly merged, the old demon cultivator put away the demon hide parchment and said in an aged voice, "Almost, I’ll now teach you how to cast your Lifebound Sword Bone."
"Yes." Ouyang Mu remembered Mo Hua’s instructions and nodded.
The old demon cultivator’s expression was solemn, and he spoke slowly:
"Every sword must have a bone."