Chapter 282: Chain Reaction
Chapter 282: Chain Reaction
The next day, when Scarface was about to cultivate, he discovered that the 'cauldron' he used for cultivation had died.
Scarface found it hard to believe. It had been fine before, so why would it suddenly take its own life?
Scarface felt both angry and agitated. He was at a critical juncture in his cultivation, and he needed to cultivate every day, or his dark powers would backfire on him.
In the short term, the consequences were manageable, with the worst being an uprising of dark fire and an irritable mood.
However, if this situation persisted, the backlash would intensify. At best, his spiritual power would become disordered, and at worst, he would lose his sanity.
He needed to find another woman to act as his cultivation vessel! But where could he find a woman in the desolate Black Mountain?
Recently, the head of the Black Mountain Clan had sent a message instructing the clan members to keep a low profile and refrain from causing trouble outside to avoid attracting attention.
With this added restriction, finding a replacement cauldron seemed impossible.
Scarface had no choice but to find a way to suppress his dark fire and curb his desires to prevent a loss of sanity.
On the right side of the Black Mountain Clan's base was a waterfall. The water flowed down from the mountain like a white silk scarf, cascading down to the clan's location before continuing its journey into the abyss below.
The water of the waterfall was bone-chillingly cold.
Seeing that no one was around, Scarface took off his robe and placed it together with his storage bag to one side. He then sat down naked under the waterfall, using the icy water to suppress the dark fire within him.
However, this method only treated the symptoms and not the root cause.
The unbearable heat within him still left him burning with desire.
His temperament became increasingly irritable and violent, so much so that he didn't notice his clothes and storage bag being picked up by the hidden Mo Hua.
Mo Hua carefully stored the bag and then threw Scarface's robe over the edge of the cliff by the waterfall.
Below the cliff was the abyss, and anyone who fell would surely perish.
Afterward, Mo Hua patiently waited nearby.
About half an hour later, Scarface opened his eyes, the dark fire within him slightly abated. He got up and, upon looking around, realized that his robe and storage bag were missing.
Scarface frowned and looked around, spotting his robe at the edge of the waterfall.
"Was it washed away by the water?" he thought irritably.
He walked over to the waterfall and picked up his robe.
At that moment, Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he channeled his qi, launching three consecutive Fireball Jutsu.
These fireballs were fast and accurate.
The first fireball struck Scarface's face, catching him off guard. The second hit his chest, causing him to lose his balance. The third fireball hit Scarface's knee, intending to make him fall off the cliff to his death.
The fireballs exploded one after the other, leaving Scarface unable to react in time.
As Mo Hua had predicted, Scarface was first shocked, then stumbled backward, and finally, as his foot slipped, he fell toward the waterfall.
Just when Mo Hua thought he had succeeded, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on the cliff.
Scarface, in a desperate attempt to save himself, grabbed onto the rocks at the edge of the cliff. His fingertips dug into the stone, and although he slipped, he managed to stop himself from falling.
Scarface was a body cultivator with a robust physical body. With a mighty exertion of force, he pulled himself up from below the waterfall.
His eyes turned crimson with rage.
"Who dares to ambush me?" he roared. "Show yourself, you rat!"
Scarface shouted angrily, but Mo Hua had no intention of revealing himself.
He regretted not being able to kill Scarface with this plan.
However, this was only the first step. If one strategy failed, there was always another.
Mo Hua quietly left with Scarface's storage bag in hand.
Scarface continued to shout and curse at the empty air.
He released his spiritual sense, scanning the waterfall, rocks, and trees, but he found no trace of anyone.
"What's going on? Where is he?" Scarface wondered, his confusion turning to anger.
"Who's been ambushing me?"
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.
Fireball Jutsu? Among the people he knew, there was only one person skilled in using fireball techniques—the pale-faced man who had kept watch with him.
The White-Faced Man had repeatedly asked him for the Caibu cultivation technique, but he had refused each time.
Finding a female cultivator to act as a spiritual vessel in this desolate Black Mountain was no easy task. There were others in the Black Mountain Clan who practiced the Caibu technique, and with limited resources, one less competitor for a spiritual vessel was beneficial.
Scarface had no intention of handing over the Caibu cultivation technique to the White-Faced Man.
Now that the White-Faced Man had lost his 'spirit slave', he wanted to switch to the Caibu technique, which was why he had set his sights on Scarface.
The ambush with the Fireball Jutsu was meant to make him fall off the cliff, providing an opportunity to steal his storage bag.
And within that storage bag was the very Caibu cultivation technique!
Scarface's eyes widened as he realized, and everything made sense now.
"That son of a bitch, he wants me dead!"
His dark fire was already surging, and now with anger clouding his judgment, he failed to notice that the fireballs used to ambush him were faster, more accurate, and far weaker than the White-Faced Man's.
Scarface, filled with rage, couldn't help but curse aloud:
"That bastard has the nerve to target me? He must be sick of living!"
Suppressing his anger, Scarface's face turned gloomy as he headed back into the stronghold.
Mo Hua walked ahead of him, tossing Scarface's storage bag in front of the White-Faced Man's door before knocking.
The White-Faced Man was meditating inside his room.
Having lost his spirit slave, his cultivation progress was painfully slow. Hearing the knock, he frowned and asked, "Who is it?"
Mo Hua knocked again but remained silent.
The White-Faced Man furrowed his brows and opened the door, only to find a storage bag lying there.
"Whose storage bag is this? What's the meaning of this?"
A cultivator's storage bag was an important possession, always kept close at hand, never carelessly discarded.
Could this be a trap?
The White-Faced Man's expression turned cautious as he scanned his surroundings but found no one.
He looked down at the storage bag again and noticed that it was partially open, revealing spirit stones and a book with the words "Caibu" written on the cover.
The White-Faced Man paused, then his eyes lit up with joy.
He had been worried about the loss of his spirit slave and the hassle of finding a new one. He had wanted to obtain the Caibu cultivation technique but to no avail, and now it had fallen into his lap without any effort.
Opportunities ignored are opportunities lost.
Feeling justified, the White-Faced Man picked up the storage bag, took out the Caibu cultivation technique, and was about to take a look when he glanced up and saw Scarface approaching with a gloomy expression, his eyes fixed on the storage bag in his hands.
The White-Faced Man hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is this storage bag yours?"
Scarface nodded, but his mind was screaming:
"You're still trying to play innocent? You spineless coward!"
Scarface forced his anger down and asked, "How did it end up with you?"
The White-Faced Man replied honestly, "I found it at my door."
Scarface's eyelids twitched.
At least come up with a better lie! Do you take me for a fool?
"Give it to me," Scarface said, reaching out his hand.
But the White-Faced Man smiled and said, "I can give it to you, but I want to take a look at the Caibu cultivation technique first."
Scarface nodded, "Alright."
As Scarface stepped forward to take the storage bag, the White-Faced Man, unsuspecting, placed the Caibu cultivation technique back into the bag and handed it over.
The moment Scarface took the storage bag, he suddenly exploded into action. His claw-like hand lashed out, his technique vicious and swift.
His fingertips, like refined iron, were wrapped in a sinister green spiritual energy as they pierced the White-Faced Man's heart meridian, then tore downward, ripping open flesh and spraying blood.
The White-Faced Man's face reflected his disbelief.
As he tried to retaliate, Scarface grabbed his throat before he could even begin to gather his magic.
The White-Faced Man croaked, "Why... are you killing me?"
Scarface, hearing this, grew even angrier, "Still putting on an act as death looms?!"
With a forceful grab, Scarface's fingers penetrated the White-Faced Man's neck, ending his life.
(End of Chapter)
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