Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2568: Chapter 43: Dried Fish

Bright eyes like copper bells searched for that familiar figure among the cultivators.

Almost simultaneously, the tall and imposing Young Master Tuoba also sensed the Tiger Demon’s abnormality, his expression immediately turning cold and fierce, his gaze like a knife as he looked in Mo Hua’s direction.

Within this gaze, there was anger.

Mo Hua could only lower his head further, stepping behind a big barbarian cultivator.

In front of him, several noble family’s children and Great Wilderness cultivators were under Young Master Tuoba’s stern gaze, trembling with fear.

But they had no idea what was happening, so they all bowed respectfully, their attitudes so humble it bordered on servility.

Young Master Tuoba looked at these people one by one and naturally saw Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua was just a servant, holding tea and lowering his head, his presence very minimal.

Young Master Tuoba paid no attention to Mo Hua.

His focus was still on the few "nobles" in front of Mo Hua, scrutinizing them one by one.

Right at that moment, the Big Tiger seemed to see something, unable to hold back a roar, and then its demonic power unconsciously burst forth, causing the seal formation and chains on its body to tremble, as if wanting to break free.

Eight Foundation Establishment Peak body refinement strong men could not restrain it at all.

Dragged by the Big Tiger, they swayed back and forth, faces flushed, and the bricks beneath their feet began to crack.

Young Master Tuoba’s face showed anger: "Wretched beast! Not yet restrained?!"

He pulled out a tiger-head patterned golden steel whip, swinging it forcefully, striking the Big Tiger.

This tiger-head patterned golden steel whip seemed like half a magic treasure, shining with golden light, its strength surging, striking the Big Tiger and immediately leaving a blood mark.

The Big Tiger was enraged and wanted to pounce on Young Master Tuoba.

The eight Foundation Establishment Peak strong men immediately changed their expressions, pushing their blood qi to the extreme, muscles bulging, fully pulling the golden lock to bind the Big Tiger’s limbs.

Around them, several Golden Core cultivators also had cold expressions, casting spells to suppress the Big Tiger to the ground.

Young Master Tuoba lashed the Big Tiger several times more, then half resentful, half angry:

"An ungrateful creature, this Young Master gave you, this monster beast, opportunities, yet you refuse to submit and dare harbor ill intentions towards this Young Master? Deserve a beating!"

The golden steel whip fell again and again on the Big Tiger.

The Big Tiger was unwilling but bound by layers of chains, seal formations, and suppressed by a group of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators, it could not break free. Before long, it was beaten until its flesh was dripping with blood.

Mo Hua watched, his brow furrowing.

But Young Master Tuoba, still unsatisfied, continued to lash, until the Big Tiger listlessly lay on the ground, losing its ferocity, then put away the tiger-head golden steel whip, commanding:

"Take it away and watch over it."

"Yes!"

The eight Foundation Establishment strong men dragged the heavily wounded Big Tiger, leaving.

The seriously injured Big Tiger slowly opened its eyes before being dragged away, looking blankly in Mo Hua’s direction.

Its copper bell-like eyes trembled, then slowly closed again.

The ferocious Tiger Demon was subdued, whipped, and then taken away.

A long trail of blood was left on the ground.

The surrounding cultivators were silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak.

Young Master Tuoba’s unresolved anger caused his gaze to inadvertently turn toward Mo Hua, doubt arising in his heart:

"What exactly did this Tiger Demon see, to act so unusually..."

"Normally, it was fiercely violent, never showing a good disposition to anyone..."

An inexplicable trace of jealousy arose in Young Master Tuoba’s heart.

Yet after searching for a long time, he did not find a cultivator with an extraordinary demeanor among the crowd, someone who could make even a "King" among monster beasts take notice.

Young Master Tuoba was puzzled, increasingly irritable, and his expression grew more fearsome.

Everyone knew this Young Master Tuoba was mercurial, thus they were extremely cautious, not daring to speak a word.

Moments later, Young Master Tuoba snorted coldly: "Let the monster combat begin."

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

After that, everything proceeded as normal.

In the monster combat arena, the monster beasts began fighting, and the scent of blood grew thicker.

Stimulated, the previously cold atmosphere gradually warmed up.

Young Master Tuoba sat at a high position, observing coldly, though he said nothing, his face was somewhat disgruntled.

Today was supposed to be his "Tiger Fight," "Tiger Training" day, but it all fell through.

The more Young Master Tuoba thought, the more agitated he became, backhand slapping a steward’s face.

The steward covered his face, smiling apologetically, flattering Young Master Tuoba nonstop.

Mo Hua’s gaze turned slightly cold.

The day’s monster combat ended, the nobles departed, and the servants and slaves began tidying chairs and tea pots, cleaning the viewing platform, handling monster beast corpses and remains, clearing bloodstains.

Mo Hua squatted on the ground, cleaning the nearly dried Tiger Demon bloodstains.

But no one noticed that he secretly poured the cleaned Tiger Demon blood water into a small bottle.

...

Night fell, enveloping everything in darkness.

The servants and slaves slept.

The monster combat field was dead silent, only faintly echoing suppressed roars from the monster beasts in the darkness.

Lying in bed, Mo Hua opened his eyes.

With a light body, he leaped from the bed, took out a fire basin, wolf bone, phosphorescent fire, and followed the demon bone divination method to perform divination. When the flames surged and the wolf bone cracked, he placed the "tiger blood" obtained during the day into the basin.

Within the flames, light and shadows floated.

Causal clues appeared in Mo Hua’s eyes.

Then the flames extinguished, the wolf bone was full of cracks.

Mo Hua eliminated all traces, then with a finger pointed, lifted the seal formation of the door, his figure gradually concealing, disappearing into the darkness.