The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2852: Divine Authority (2)

Lugu was also completely obedient to Mo Hua.

Moreover, Lugu had just been appointed as the Great Chieftain and had never seen the storehouse, so he personally accompanied Mo Hua to the deepest hall of the main tribe.

Lugu, holding the White Bone Staff, verified his identity as the Great Chieftain, and then personally led Mo Hua into the main storehouse of the Shugu tribe.

But after entering the storehouse, Mo Hua’s brow slightly furrowed.

Even Lugu appeared astonished.

The contents of the storehouse were too scarce; many shelves were empty, and some ancient scrolls of the legacy had been moved, making it look like it had been "looted."

Mo Hua couldn’t help but glance at Lugu.

Lugu’s brow furrowed tightly, and he called for an Elder, sternly asking, "Where is the storehouse?"

The Elder stammered, not daring to speak.

Lugu’s expression grew colder, "If you don’t speak, I’ll chop your head off."

Lugu was known for his stern demeanor and was true to his words.

Even Mo Hua’s gaze turned slightly icy.

The Elder immediately knelt on the ground, saying, "Forgive me, Shaman, Great Chieftain, these storehouses... these storehouses were emptied by the previous Great Chieftain."

Lugu looked indifferently, "The tribal storehouse has ancestral rules; even as Great Chieftain, he had no right to empty it for himself..."

"It’s not for himself..." the Elder whispered, "It was... a transaction."

"A transaction?" Lugu frowned.

Mo Hua’s expression shifted slightly, asking, "What did your Great Chieftain trade?"

The storehouse Elder said, "It was some... pills."

Mo Hua thought as expected, and instructed, "Where are the pills? Take me to see them."

"Yes..."

The storehouse Elder dared not conceal anything and personally led Mo Hua and Lugu through several turns in the storeroom until they found a secret chamber.

Inside the chamber, there were numerous bottles densely arranged.

Mo Hua stepped forward, took out one bottle, inspected it for a moment, found the bottle was blank, with no patterns or markings at all.

Mo Hua took out a pill, sniffed it, and personally tasted it.

The ingredients were of poor quality, and it tasted bad.

Indeed, it was the batch of Fasting Pills produced by the Hua family, exactly like the ones he had snatched earlier at the oasis.

Mo Hua’s gaze darkened slightly.

This suggested that the Chief Shugou had colluded with the Hua family a long time ago, and had been secretly communicating and trading for a long time.

Lugu’s face showed anger, as he grasped the storehouse Elder’s neck, scolding, "So much from the storehouse and the legacy, just for this rubbish?!"

The storehouse Elder could only smile bitterly, "I have no choice. The previous Great Chieftain said that the famine will become more severe. Don’t be fooled by these broken bottles; the pills inside are worth a fortune, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"These things can not only save lives but also exchange for wealth."

"The Great Chieftain exchanged most of the storehouse for these... Fasting Pills."

Lugu couldn’t help but curse in anger, "That old fool, he’s utterly senile, squandering the ancestors’ legacy."

Mo Hua, however, was moved, looking contemplative.

The transactions inside this matter were probably not so simple.

In times of famine, Fasting Pills are indeed important, but it’s unlikely to lead to such complete bankruptcy.

Furthermore, the stakes were the foundation of an entire tribe.

The deceased Great Chieftain’s willingness to bankrupt everything just to buy so many Fasting Pills from the Hua family clearly indicates there were more secrets involved.

The death of Sishen was certainly one of them.

Besides that, there should be other inside stories.

And the Hua family’s "exploitation" of the Great Wilderness seems not just about "making money."

The foundation of an aristocratic family lies in the bloodline, but the core of its maintenance is interest.

If an aristocratic family wants to develop and prosper, they need more interests.

Manipulating wars and secretly fanning the flames to seize large amounts of Spirit Stones and resources is indeed one of the most profitable methods.

But in this process, the Hua family also seems to be collecting the Great Wilderness’s legacy.

Stripping flesh to the bone, and sucking blood to the marrow is no issue in itself.

Since they intended to profit from wartime economies, naturally, nothing of value would be left unexploited.

The value of legacy is beyond doubt.

If it were him, he would certainly be willing to buy legacy with Fasting Pills.

But the problem is, Mo Hua isn’t quite sure whether the Hua family scavenging the Great Wilderness’s legacy was incidental or... "intentional."

"Could the Hua family be... trying to cast a wide net in the Great Wilderness, searching for a specific legacy they want?"

Mo Hua vaguely felt that this was possible.

It’s just that there are too few clues now, and he doesn’t really know what the Hua family is looking for.

He’s even more uncertain whether his guess is accurate...

Mo Hua frowned.

The game in the Great Wilderness was too vast; experts hid behind the scenes, the situation was intricate and confusing, filled with mist, hard to see clearly.

And Lugu still wore a sullen look.

Being newly appointed as the Great Chieftain, he discovered that the family property was already gone. He immediately thought of executing the storehouse Elder, as a warning to others, to vent his anger.

Fortunately, Mo Hua stopped him.

Many of the upper-level plots and calculations were impossible for ordinary Golden Core Elders to know, and there was no need to implicate the innocent.

"You may go now," Mo Hua said.

The storehouse Elder hastily replied, "Thank you, Shaman, thank you, Great Chieftain, for sparing my life."

Seeing Mo Hua speak, Lugu said no more.

After that, Mo Hua had people check the storehouse to see how much was left.

Most importantly, the number of Fasting Pills was counted meticulously; in the end, there were nearly a million bottles.

This number was already quite considerable.

But Mo Hua still wasn’t very satisfied.

A million bottles of Fasting Pills might have been more than enough for the deceased Great Chieftain to support the entire tribe for a long time.