Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2731: Chapter 97: A Wusha

Mo Hua returned, and the students were all very happy, they stepped forward to greet respectfully, saying:

"Good day, Gentleman."

On their faces, there was less of the barbaric nature of the Barbaric Cultivators and more gentleness, their eyes also shined with more spirit, their energy was quite full.

The external conflicts were blocked by Elder Zamu, not affecting these children.

Mo Hua also checked their assignments.

Cultivation, Formation, basic Pill methods, Artifact Refining theory, all these were taught by Mo Hua.

Each child, with different talent and interests, had varied progress in each subject, the smart ones learned faster, the less bright ones learned very slowly.

But Mo Hua could see, all these children studied diligently, not wasting time even if they were slightly slower, they were progressing slowly.

This was not only related to their inherent resilience from poverty but also thanks to Little Zatu, the "Little Instructor"’s supervision.

Mo Hua praised Little Zatu a few times.

Receiving compliments from the Gentleman, Little Zatu’s face turned red with excitement.

Thus, Mo Hua instructed the children on their cultivation and assignments for a while, and then Elder Zamu came over, saying:

"Shaman Master, Jiao Li has arrived."

Mo Hua nodded and then left the cave, returning to the hall, and indeed saw Jiao Li standing inside.

He was tall and imposing, with a solemn expression, and between his brows, there was a hint of anxiety and defiance.

After many battles and having risen to a high position, he also possessed a remarkable presence, with a sort of arrogance unwilling to be controlled.

And the one who controlled him, was Mo Hua, the Shaman Master.

Jiao Li even had faint thoughts of rebellion, thinking that the Shaman Master, after all, only had Foundation Establishment cultivation, a chance to remove the "restraining hoop" from his head, thus being able to act as he pleased.

But seeing Mo Hua’s not very tall figure, familiar face, and eyes that seemed to pierce into the soul, Jiao Li’s rebellion turned into deep reverence.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed his pride as a Chieftain, and slowly knelt down, "Jiao Li... has sinned."

Mo Hua glanced at him indifferently, "What sin have you committed?"

Jiao Li kowtowed, "While Shaman Master was away, Jiao Li... had rebellious intentions, disobeyed Shaman Master’s orders, and failed to protect Wutu Mountain Realm."

Mo Hua remained non-committal, without saying a word.

Yet the more he remained silent, the more frightened and uneasy Jiao Li felt, as if carrying a mountain on his back, making him unable to breathe.

Even having several knives stabbed in his chest would be more bearable than his current feeling.

This torment lasted for who knows how long until footsteps were heard outside the hall.

Jiao Li knew in his heart, it was probably Zatu who arrived.

Zatu stationed himself in the Zatu Mountain Realm, which was a distance from Wutu Mountain Realm, so he arrived later than Jiao Li.

With Zatu’s arrival, Jiao Li’s heart slowly eased.

Because he knew, Zatu betrayed the Shaman Master even more deeply than he did.

He only "violated" some of the Shaman Master’s instructions, whereas Zatu almost completely "departed" from the Shaman Master’s intentions.

The footsteps grew near, but the person who came was not Zatu, but a red-armored Barbarian General from Wulu Tribe who previously obeyed Zatu’s orders, wanting to snatch Mo Hua’s students.

As soon as this red-armored Barbarian General entered the hall, he immediately knelt down, not daring to raise his head.

Mo Hua asked him, "Where is Zatu?"

"Master Zatu, he..." the red-armored Barbarian General’s voice was trembling, as if aware that his words would displease the Shaman Master.

But he had no other choice but to brace himself and say, "Master Zatu, he said... he is very busy, has important matters to attend to, thus... thus... temporarily cannot come... to see Shaman Master..."

An icy and eerie sensation instantly filled the hall.

A pin drop could be heard inside the hall.

Jiao Li did not dare to speak.

The red-armored Barbarian General from Wulu Tribe pressed his head against the cold floor, not daring to breathe loudly.

They did not know what had happened but knew that the Shaman Master seemed to be quite displeased.

The red-armored Barbarian General stammered, saying:

"Master Zatu has always been loyal to you... as soon as his pressing matters are completed, he will surely come personally to ask for forgiveness from you..."

After speaking, he seemed aware of his rudeness and continued to kowtow:

"I beg the Shaman Master... pardon me."

"Please pardon me, Shaman Master."

The icy and eerie sensation in the hall slightly receded.

However, neither Jiao Li nor the red-armored Barbarian General dared relax even a bit; they truly did not know what this youthful-looking but unfathomable Shaman Master was contemplating.

After a while, Mo Hua’s voice came from above:

"Go ’invite’ Zatu again, tell him I will be here waiting for him, waiting until he comes."

This voice was clear and calm, revealing no emotion.

Yet to the red-armored Barbarian General, each word felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He kowtowed repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I will go immediately to invite Master Zatu, I ask Shaman Master to wait."

After saying this, he still dared not rise, retreating while kneeling.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Jiao Li, who wielded supreme authority in the Black Horn Tribe, continued to kneel on the ground, not daring to move.

Previously, he would not have been willing to kneel.

But now, he wished nothing more than to keep kneeling like this, for eternity, as long as no one disturbed him, as long as the Shaman Master did not speak to him.

This way, Jiao Li could kneel serenely and peacefully for a long time.

Until the tranquility was again broken by footsteps.

This time the footsteps were more chaotic and noisy, it seemed like many people were present but most stopped outside the hall.

Only two came inside.

Jiao Li dared not raise his head, yet from the aura, he knew these two included the red-armored Barbarian General from Wulu Tribe, and the other, with stronger aura, was his nemesis, the Chieftain—Zatu of Wulu Tribe.