Mo Hua couldn’t help but look back at the vast Solitary Mountain:
“This shouldn’t be wrong…”
What Yu Er said, a careful rabbit has three burrows, a mountain, a water, a person.
This water should refer to Mistwater River.
Then this mountain, according to his guess, most likely referred to “Solitary Mountain”.
But around here, there were no signs of evil spirits.
No henchmen of the evil god, no traces of demon cultivators, no presence of demon monsters.
No altar.
No killing.
Nor any formation…
It looked just like a desolate mining mountain, exhausted of its value, and subsequently abandoned.
Mo Hua’s brow gradually furrowed, continuing to walk forward.
But after a few steps, he was stopped by Master Gu, “Young master, you cannot go any further, beyond this point is the Shen Family’s mountain.”
Mo Hua’s pupils contracted, “Shen Family?”
Master Gu nodded.
“Which Shen Family?”
“Qian Learning State Boundary, top-tier fifth-grade family, within one of the Four Great Sects, Qian Taoist Sect, with hereditary positions… that Shen Family.”
Master Gu spoke with a tone tinged with fear, pointing ahead, “The next hundred miles are all Shen Family’s mountains. Back then, the Shen Family bought this huge expanse of mountains to mine Bright Yellow Copper Ore, and after mining was finished, they abandoned this mountain but prohibited other cultivators from entering.”
Mo Hua’s eyelid twitched, turning around to take in the vast stretch of mountains.
This mountain head was no different from any other place.
If Master Gu hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have thought it would belong to the Shen Family…
“Young master, perhaps… we should look somewhere else?” Master Gu suggested tactfully.
The power of the Shen Family was truly enormous, and he dared not provoke it.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and nodded.
The two of them changed direction, continuing to walk to the right, but walked a large circle with no discoveries.
Seeing it was getting late, Master Gu said, “Young master, perhaps we should return?”
Mo Hua didn’t decline.
The two of them retraced their steps along the messy mountain path.
This path was even more remote.
After walking for a while, Mo Hua, with sharp eyes, suddenly noticed a fresh pile of stone debris not far off the roadside, along with some peculiar ax and chisel marks.
Mo Hua asked Master Gu, “Is this mountain head still being mined?”
Master Gu, puzzled, responded, “Impossible…”
He walked to the pile of stone debris, pinched it with his hand, then scrutinized those peculiar ax and chisel marks, his brow gradually knotting:
“This doesn’t look like mining; it looks more like… tomb raiding…”
Mo Hua was taken aback, “Tomb raiding?”