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He took drugs, he became stronger, but Mo Hua turned invisible.
The gray-clothed cultivator didn’t stand a chance.
Once the drug effects of the Corpse Blood Pill faded, he wouldn’t be able to leave.
The gray-clothed cultivator howled ferociously a few times. Despite his reluctance, he could no longer stay there.
The humiliation and mockery from that brat could be avenged another day.
He threw a punch to hold Bai Zisheng off, then quickly dashed toward the corridor, smashing through the walls and disappearing into the rooms at the back of the building.
There was chaos in the room, with the sound of cultivators’ screams piercing the air.
Using his Concealment Technique, Mo Hua had delayed the gray-clothed cultivator until the effects of the drugs had worn off, seizing the chance to escape, before he slowly reappeared.
Bai Zisheng asked him, "Should we pursue?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then nodded, "Chase him a bit, but don’t be too hasty, lest he becomes cornered and lashes out."
"Okay."
The three of them followed the path the gray-clothed cultivator had created by smashing through the walls.
The gray-clothed cultivator fled towards the back building, frantically barging into rooms just like a headless fly, battering through the walls, leaving the entire back building riddled with holes.
Having ingested pills, his physical body was strong and his power much enhanced. The Formation used by the Hundred Flower Tower was only average, so it couldn’t withstand his assaults.
As Mo Hua and the others pursued, they found themselves facing a scene of ruined doors and windows as well as damaged walls.
They had no idea where the gray-clothed cultivator had escaped to.
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, his brow slightly furrowed.
Even with his Divine Sense, he could not detect anything.
Could there be a hidden passage in this Hundred Flower Tower?
Mo Hua remembered what Qinglan had said; she had mentioned that this gray-clothed cultivator "often stayed here, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, no one knew when he entered or left…"
In that case, as his drug effects waned, he could only think of escaping.
And escaping would surely mean a hidden passage.
Cultivators do have the ability to teleport, but such high-level techniques, involving spatial transitions, were clearly not within the power of Qi-refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators.
After contemplating for a short while, Mo Hua turned to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi and said:
"Let’s split up and look, see if there’s any mechanism or hidden passage."
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.
Bai Zixi said, "Be careful."
"Mhmm."
Mo Hua nodded and then, having used the Concealment Technique to hide his presence, he moved towards the center.
Bai Zisheng went left, Bai Zixi went right.
While Mo Hua searched for traces of the gray-clothed cultivator, he kept his Divine Sense alert to Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi’s movements, afraid they would encounter danger.
As he walked, he noticed Bai Zixi had stopped in front of a room.
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
Had the junior martial sister found something?
He then turned back and headed towards where Bai Zixi was.
As Bai Zixi looked at the scene before her, she frowned.
There, a bed was forcibly broken through, revealing a dark hole beneath.
This hole was probably the entrance to a secret passage.
And under the bed lay a dead male cultivator, whose chest had a gaping bloody cavity, as if his chest had been pierced forcibly by an arm, destroying his heart and killing him.
The handiwork was likely that of the gray-clothed cultivator.
Beside the man, there were a few female cultivators shivering naked, without a thread on their bodies.
Bai Zixi was considering whether to check the secret passage, when she heard Mo Hua’s footsteps.
Mo Hua’s steps were light and familiar.
"Junior martial sister?"
Mo Hua called out and was about to step into the room.
Bai Zixi glanced at the unclothed females in the room, suddenly realized something, and quickly walked to the door, stretching out her delicate hand to cover Mo Hua’s eyes.
"You can’t look!"
Mo Hua felt the soft and delicate hands covering his eyes, with the breath of his junior martial sister close in front, and his face turned slightly red.
Yet, he still asked in a low voice, puzzled,