After killing, they would fabricate the scene, pinning the blame on Demon Cultivators.
This was a scene he had never witnessed before.
The Righteous Dao is upright, and the Demon Path is demonic, but at this moment, there seems to be little difference between righteousness and demonism…
Mo Hua watched and shook his head.
The human heart is indeed very complex…
And his own situation was also becoming delicate.
Because he was following Gui Tao.
Gui Tao’s aura was gloomy and strange, and without looking, it was clear that he was a Demon Cultivator.
Mo Hua was a child, innocent and naïve in appearance, but in this place of blood and gore, following a bizarre-looking Taoist around, it was plainly abnormal.
Virtually no one among the present righteous and demonic forces recognized Mo Hua.
He was just a minor Qi Refinement cultivator after all.
No one cared about his allegiance, no one cared about his stance, and certainly, no one cared about whether he lived or died.
So along the way, every now and then, someone would try to kill Mo Hua.
The Righteous Dao was better, after all, they followed some rules and wouldn’t easily commit murder.
But the Demon Path was different.
There were those who saw Mo Hua’s tender skin and wanted to devour him;
those who saw something off about Mo Hua and wanted to eliminate him swiftly;
those who saw Mo Hua as a child and wanted to use him for Alchemy;
even shameless female Demon Cultivators, finding Mo Hua handsome and cute, wishing to replenish from him…
At such times, Mo Hua would immediately hide behind Gui Tao, seeking protection from Uncle.
And Gui Tao refused no one.
Any cultivator who dared stand before him, righteous or demonic, was subjected to Planting Devil in Taoist Heart by him, leading to mental collapse, either committing suicide or turning on each other…
Mo Hua just hid behind and watched.
These scenes might have been bloody, might have been cruel.
But as a Monster Hunter by origin, he had seen many a gruesome hunt, so he was not afraid.
Mo Hua then watched Gui Tao, standing against the wind, with eyes dark and cold, not lifting a finger, yet playing those ferocious and overbearing Demon Cultivators to their deaths, utter slaughter…
No matter how many times he saw it, Mo Hua found it tremendously shocking.
But as he watched, he couldn’t help but ask himself a question:
“This Planting Devil in Taoist Heart is so powerful…”
“Can I learn it?”