Chapter 290: Tying up Loose Ends
Chapter 290: Tying up Loose Ends
Scarface, who had been feigning death, was suddenly struck by Mo Hua's staff, causing him to let out a pained grunt.
He was already severely injured from Third Master's claw attack, his breath weak and faint. Facing Mo Hua, he had no strength to resist, and could only endure the blow from the heavy staff.
"How did you see through my ruse, brat?" Scarface asked through gritted teeth, his mind filled with confusion.
The Turtle Breath Technique he was using allowed him to feign death by slowing his breathing and vital signs. He had stolen this technique from an old evil cultivator who had used it to escape countless dangers and prolong his life.
This technique was quite obscure, and few cultivators would be able to see through it. Even Third Master hadn't noticed it at first.
Scarface couldn't understand how this young brat, who seemed to lack life experience, had seen through his act.
Mo Hua let out a cold hmph but didn't feel like answering him. With his spiritual sense having broken through its limits, he now possessed the spiritual sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Although the flow of spiritual energy in Scarface's body was slow, it wasn't stagnant, and the subtle movements were clearly visible to Mo Hua's enhanced spiritual sense. There was no way he could be fooled.
Besides, he was a Demon Hunter.
One of the essential skills of a Demon Hunter was to see through a demon beast's feigned death, so how could he be deceived by Scarface's crude attempt?
As for the Third Master.
The reason he hadn't realized Scarface was faking it was firstly because his attention was focused on Mo Hua, causing him to neglect his senses. Secondly, he was overconfident in his own cultivation, believing that Scarface would surely die from his attack.
Most importantly, he wasn't a Demon Hunter and lacked the experience to recognize the signs of feigned death.
Mo Hua ignored Scarface's question and instead raised his staff, activating the formation to break each of Scarface's limbs.
Scarface was in immense pain and hated, "Brat, we have no grudges or enmities. Why are you being so ruthless?"
"No grudges or enmities?" Mo Hua's eyebrows rose, and he struck down with his staff again, "What about those women you drained of their beauty and the cultivators you killed with your sword? Weren't you being ruthless to them as well?"
Biting back the pain, Scarface let out a cold laugh, "Whether it's draining their beauty or killing them, what does it have to do with you?"
"Guess," Mo Hua replied.
Scarface's eyes twitched as he tried to understand the brat's erratic way of speaking. He couldn't fathom what the brat was thinking or what he intended to do, nor could he sense any killing intent from him.
However, Scarface knew for certain that this brat intended to kill him. Why? He should have never met this brat before and had no grudges with him.
Scarface was perplexed and grit his teeth, "Tell me how I've wronged you. Let me die with a clear conscience."
"I like to make people die confused. It saves the trouble," Mo Hua said.
His nonchalant attitude left Scarface helpless.
Scarface's thoughts raced, and he suddenly sneered, "You're not trying to be a hero and stand up for justice, are you?"
Mo Hua ignored him as he seemed to be pondering something.
Scarface mocked, "This cultivation world is a place of the strong preying on the weak. With your naivety, you won't survive long in the cultivation world. Sooner or later, you'll die without a proper burial..."
Seeing that Scarface was still running his mouth even at the brink of death, Mo Hua struck him on the face with his staff again.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then took out a large amount of Demon Stench Grass from his storage bag. He twisted the grass to extract the juice and dripped it onto Scarface's body, continuing, "The strong preying on the weak is just a lie..."
"When you're the strong one and want to oppress the weak, you say 'the strong prey on the weak.' But when you're the weak one being oppressed by the strong, you say 'heaven is just.'
"In the end, it's all just selfish excuses."
After squeezing out the grass juice, Mo Hua threw the remaining Demon Stench Grass onto Scarface's body and said, "And now, it's you who will die without a proper burial..."
Scarface smelled the putrid odor on his body and became alarmed, "What are you doing?"
"This is Demon Stench Grass. It has a pungent and rotten smell that will attract demon beasts to come and eat you," Mo Hua explained.
"You were talking about 'the strong preying on the weak,' so I'll let you experience what it's like to be the weak being 'preyed upon.' Let's see if you'll still spout such nonsense in the future..."
Scarface's eyes widened in terror.
"Oh, that's right," Mo Hua added as if he had just remembered, "You probably won't have a future... so maybe in your next life, if you're lucky enough to be reincarnated as a human again."
Scarface knew his end was near, and fear took hold of him. His eyes darted about, and he softened his tone, pleading, "Little brother... no, little master, please spare me. I'll change my ways."
"Change?" Mo Hua asked as he began drawing an array on the ground, casually responding.
"I'll do good deeds and stop cultivating evil arts and committing evil deeds!" Scarface hastily promised.
"Is that so?"
"I swear to the heavens and may I be struck by lightning if I break this vow!" Scarface swore.
Mo Hua hesitated, "Are you being truthful?"
Scarface, sensing an opportunity, quickly assured, "I am! I'll eat vegetarian meals and do good deeds from now on. I won't do anything against the natural order."
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction. "To recognize one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue."
Scarface was overjoyed. "Does that mean you'll spare my life?"
Mo Hua smiled brightly, "No."
Scarface was taken aback.
"I was just joking. That saying about recognizing one's mistakes is also nonsense. How can mistakes be so easily corrected? Even dogs can't stop eating feces."
Scarface flew into a rage.
This brat was toying with him! He struggled to get up, but suddenly realized that at some point, Mo Hua had set up an array around him, immobilizing him.
The brat had been stalling, lulling him into a false sense of security so he could set up the array and prevent him from struggling, ensuring his demise!
The little spiritual energy he had regained was now useless.
With the demon beasts approaching, his fate was sealed.
Despair filled Scarface, and he glared at Mo Hua with a vicious and hateful expression. "You little beast, even if I become a ghost, I will never forgive you!"
Mo Hua paid him no heed.
He had already consumed the real little green-faced ghost, so he wasn't afraid of Scarface's empty threat to become a ghost, which he couldn't even accomplish anyway.
Scarface tried to curse further, but Mo Hua had finished his task and had no patience for more idle chatter.
"Then remember this..."
Mo Hua, holding the Thousand Jun Staff, stood tall next to Scarface and said condescendingly, "Whether you're alive or a ghost, I will make sure you suffer."
"Just wait for your death."
Without waiting for a response, Mo Hua raised the staff and brought it down heavily once more.
This strike was with all his might, and Scarface was knocked out completely.
Mo Hua put away the staff and nodded slightly.
Scarface had fainted, and when he woke up, he would likely see himself being devoured by the demon beasts, truly experiencing "survival of the fittest."
Mo Hua knocked him out to prevent him from screaming, sparing him the torment of anticipating his death.
After all, the wait before death was the most agonizing.
Mo Hua considered this a "kind" gesture.
After finishing his task, Mo Hua sighed again, his mood dipping once more.
He thought of the woman who had taken her own life in the night.
The living were tortured, and even death was a luxury.
The despair and torment that woman had felt before her death, he was now making Scarface experience.
But with his low realm and limited cultivation, this was all he could do for now.
In the distance, several night-roaming demon beasts, attracted by the pungent smell of the Demon Stench Grass and the scent of blood, were rushing greedily toward the woods.
Mo Hua had already detected these beasts with his spiritual sense.
Without haste, he employed the Concealment Art, hiding his presence, and then used the Flowing Water Step to speed away in a direction devoid of demon beasts or Third Master.
After all the trials and tribulations he had endured in the Black Mountain Fortress, he had finally accomplished his goals and could now return home.
Moreover, on this journey back, he had nothing to fear.
Having comprehended the Observation Picture, consumed the Little Green-faced Ghost, and refined the divine sense, his spiritual sense was now comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. In these deep mountains, no one could see through his Concealment Art.
Once he left the Black Mountain Fortress, he would be like a fish returning to the vast ocean.
It would be impossible for those heretical cultivators to find him again.
(End of Chapter)
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