The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2291: Mr. Tu

The youth before him, called Mo Hua, truly possessed a notable position inside the Taixu Gate.

However...

Mr. Tu questioned Mo Hua, "In this mountain, are you truly here by yourself, with no Taoist Court and no ancestor of yours? Don’t you realize?"

"The ancestor is safeguarding me... how could I allow you to detect that?"

Mo Hua kept his face composed as ever, staying outwardly serene, yet he used his divine sense to make his lower leg quiver faintly.

Such a try at "pretending composure" was effortlessly spotted by a cunning old fiend like Mr. Tu.

For someone of Mo Hua’s age, displaying this level of poise was already impressive.

Yet ultimately, he remained too inexperienced, mastering his facial control but failing to rein in his body, thus betraying the terror in his soul...

Mr. Tu gave a chilly smirk and spoke deliberately, "Allow me to speculate..."

"The Taoist Court did arrive to save you... but as a Formation Master, you deem yourself highly proficient, believing no formation in the world defies your learning, even a grand one. Thus, you slipped in here secretly, eager to examine this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation without anyone knowing..."

"After all, it’s a Large Formation you cannot oppose. And it’s an Evil Formation too, so you dare not inform others."

"The issue lies in this valley swarming with endless bloody demon beasts, which even deters the Taoist Court from staying long."

"By the time you snapped out of it amid the delay, the rest had withdrawn, abandoning you solo in this valley..."

"Now, absolutely no one remains to rescue you..."

Each icy utterance from Mr. Tu drained more color from Mo Hua’s visage, as though all his secret plans were being laid bare by Mr. Tu.

"You... you’re spouting rubbish... you... you’re merely speculating blindly, you’re completely off..."

Mo Hua’s voice trembled with agitation.

In truth, he spoke correctly; Mr. Tu was purely guessing, and nowhere near the mark.

Regrettably, Mr. Tu ignored these facts, focusing solely on Mo Hua’s alarm and stammering.

Words might deceive, but instincts never lie.

Mr. Tu sneered with disdain, without any real intent to slay Mo Hua.

This Mo Hua served as a priceless "chip," one he planned to exploit greatly later.

Moreover, doubts lingered in his mind, preventing him from slaying Mo Hua, at least not yet...

Mr. Tu eyed Mo Hua with a sinister expression, his raspy voice dropping low as he declared:

"Your petty deceptions won’t dupe me. Obey and trail me, heed my words, and I’ll spare your life."

"Defy me, and I’ll carve you open, eviscerate you, then forge you into a demon puppet, forever denied reincarnation."

Terror filled Mo Hua’s features, his heart resisting fiercely, yet he had no option except to nod in submission.

"Provided you don’t end me, I’ll follow your orders..."

Mr. Tu nodded faintly, pivoted to depart, but abruptly a flicker of doubt pierced his thoughts:

"Is this brat tricking me?"

Mr. Tu shot Mo Hua another icy look.

That look couldn’t be fabricated, genuinely "feigning calm," blending arrogance with hints of culpability. If staged, the boy’s cunning would run impossibly deep, his performance flawlessly superb.

As the proverb states, the offspring of the rich avoids peril under a suspended sword.

Given this kid’s background and rank, he had no reason to venture personally and end up captured by me.

Still, the coincidences piled too high.

Why had all others departed, isolating this kid in the Demon’s Lair?

Why?

Could it be... the Divine Lord?!

Sudden clarity struck Mr. Tu, and in that instant, comprehension dawned fully.

This was the Divine Lord’s hand, weaving fate from the shadows.

The Divine Lord recognized this youth carried immense karma, vital to His revival, yet the boy dwelled safely in Taixu Gate, shielded impenetrably, offering no chance to act.

Now ensnared in the Blood Sacrifice Array, the formation’s malevolent aura warped his guarded fortune.

No protections veiled his destiny anymore.

Thus, the Divine Lord’s influence could infiltrate, exploiting the boy’s fixation and folly over the Evil Path Great Formation to claim his fate and very essence.

All stemmed from the Divine Lord’s divine insight!

The Divine Lord pulled every string in secret!

Mr. Tu exhaled deeply in relief, his devotion to the Divine Lord surging stronger, sensing ever deeper the god’s inscrutable might.

Regarding dangers to this youth...

Within the Blood Sacrifice Array, all fell under the Divine Lord’s aegis.

And this youth was just a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

His cultivation level was plain, right under my watch.

"I, at majestic Feather Transformation, would I stumble against a mere Foundation Establishment pawn?"

Mr. Tu mocked himself with a sneer.

After thorough pondering, he extended his ashen hand, blood filaments sprouting from his fingertip, fusing into the formation’s core ahead, which shifted as the threads permeated the stone wall, twisting the whole surface into living flesh.

The formation core’s stone wall parted like a fiend’s gore-drenched jaws, exposing a shadowy, bottomless tunnel beyond.

"Come with me."

Mr. Tu ordered, then strode into the sanguine pathway.

Mo Hua nodded, despair etched on his face, yet he trailed Mr. Tu meekly into the demon’s yawning, bloody maw.