Mo Hua replied: “Why the hell should I talk to a piece of trash like you? Your brain is like a pig’s; can you even understand what I’m saying?”
“You fucking drunk?”
“How could your father possibly be drunk? Unless one day I chop your pig head off to have with my drink and have your mother cheer me on, only then would I fucking get drunk.”
“Fine, fine! Well done, you ‘Second Walking Corpse,’ you bastard…”
Mo Hua frowned, about to get angry, but then realized.
He cursed ‘Second Walking Corpse,’ what does that have to do with me, Mo Xiaohua?
He wasn’t cursing me…
“Fine! Even if I, ‘Second Walking Corpse,’ am a bastard, I am the bastard of your great grandmother and a stray dog, you are the bastard of me and your mother…”
Mo Hua replied, and then there was no message from the other side.
Maybe he passed out from anger.
Mo Hua shook his head, “No good, I am definitely not… no, definitely not Elder Yu’s match.”
Although Qian State is a large state with many Sect inheritances, their tradition of cursing seems to be quite weak.
Mo Hua typed rapidly, his Divine Sense even faster, as he started to search through Elder Yu’s “Anthology of Insults” to reply to the next Demon Cultivator.
Demon Cultivator B: “Idiot, where the fuck are you?”
“On your mom’s belly…”
…
“It seems a lot quieter in the Demon Palace…”
“One by one, they’re all like fucking Walking Dead, is it any wonder they’re quiet?”
…
“So boring… Get me some girls for Replenishing…”
“What time is it and you’re still thinking about Replenishing? Why don’t you just smash your dick to pieces to replenish your pig-brain?”
…
“Are you dead?”
“I’m already dead, stop talking to me…”
“How can you reply to me if you’re dead?”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I’m just concerned about you, you beast.”
“Don’t need your concern, you beast. I died on your mom, hoping to leave one more beast like you in the world before I go…”
…
All these curses were heard from Elder Yu’s mouth.
Mo Hua didn’t really understand what they meant; he just had a strong Divine Sense and a good memory, so he noted them down.
Anyway, as long as it was cursing, that was correct.
Using them on these Demon Cultivators was just right.
After being cursed, each of these Demon Cultivators became extremely emotional.
Some were so angry they even wrote the characters of their messages wrongly…
Others were so disturbed in their Divine Sense that they couldn’t even reply…
Fortunately, these Demon Cultivators were used to cursing at each other on regular days, and even when angry, they dared not make trouble in the Demon Palace.
It was even less likely that they would start fighting over a mere verbal spat.
Mo Hua guessed they would keep this “hatred” firmly in their hearts, looking to pick a fight and get revenge later.
But none of this had anything to do with him.
The “library of insults” belonged to Elder Yu.
The Book Devil Order used to curse was the Demon Cultivators’.
This “hatred” wouldn’t fall on his own head.
Moreover, these “insult-flinging” Demon Cultivators were already dead…
And more were dying by the moment…
So, while Mo Hua was busy calling out names and letting Uncle Gu “knife” people, pretending to be Master Yuan, ordering around Demon Cultivators, and also “playing multiple roles” by cursing these Demon Cultivators,
he was incredibly busy and having a great time.
Just then, on the Yuan Magnetic Core Array Plate, a message suddenly came through:
“Master Yuan.”
Mo Hua casually replied, “Spit it out if you’ve got something to say or fart if you’ve got to, what the hell are you scribbling about, you mongrel?”
The other side was silent for a while.
Then, slowly replied: “Master Yuan seems to be suffering from an excess of liver fire today.”
Mo Hua was a bit surprised.
Who is this person?
Quite a good temper and high quality, being cursed but still able to endure it, quite rare among Demon Cultivators…
As Mo Hua was wondering how to reply, he saw the other side send another message:
“Greed, anger, delusion, these are the three poisons, the three impurities, the three fires. Worldly desires confuse the mind, evil spirits entangle the body, only by maintaining a heart of purity can one suppress the evil consequences…”
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, then was taken aback, and couldn’t help but open his mouth wide.
“Greed, anger, delusion…”
“Purity… evil consequences…”
Could this person be…
the Fire Buddha?!!
Mo Hua was dumbfounded…
“Is the Fire Buddha… looking to chat with me?”
“And I cursed him?”