Zhang Quan was so angry he spat blood. At this time, Mo Hua had already stuffed his Corpse Control Bell and the Old Ancestor and run far, far away.

In the pitch-black night, amidst the cultivators’ melee, Mo Hua used the Concealment Technique to hide his form. With the Flowing Water Step, he moved like flowing water, weaving through the corpse village, avoiding all attacks and spells, passing through myriad flowers without touching a single leaf.

He stopped when he reached a roof. Mo Hua then released his divine sense and found Situ Fang. Situ Fang was fighting with two Situ family elders and several corpse cultivators controlling zombies.

After repelling the enemies and taking a short rest, they heard a clear voice call out:

“Situ sister.”

Situ Fang looked towards the empty ground nearby. Soon after, Mo Hua appeared and said with a smile:

“I snatched the Corpse Control Bell.”

Situ Fang was startled, “You actually really snatched it?”

Mo Hua shook his small hand. In his hand, he held three copper bells. These copper bells were more exquisite, tied with blood ropes, and had more complex patterns. At a glance, one could tell that the controlled zombies were also more powerful.

Not only Situ Fang, but even Situ Jin and the other unsmiling Situ elder were all shocked. In the midst of the short fight, their opponent’s trump card had been stolen?

Situ Fang was first shocked, then greatly happy in her heart. With lifted spirits, she said:

“Two elders, let’s make a quick decision and take down the corpse village!”

“Good!” The two Situ family elders nodded.

Without the Iron Corpse, they no longer had scruples and acted even more unrestrainedly. With two Foundation Establishment cultivators leading the charge, the Situ family’s cultivators’ momentum was like a rainbow, invincible for a time.

The corpse cultivators also took Corpse Blood Pills, and their cultivation violently increased, turning into dead corpses. But these corpse cultivators were originally only at the Qi Refining cultivation, their techniques and spells were all ordinary. No matter how many drugs they took, they were no match for Foundation Establishment cultivators. They could only hold on for a little longer, that was all.

Mo Hua found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi again, “Let’s catch Zhang Quan, don’t let him run!”

Bai Zisheng was greatly happy: “Good!”

Zhang Quan indeed wanted to run. The corpse village could no longer be defended. The formation was broken, and without the Corpse Control Bell, he couldn’t control the Iron Corpse. The corpse village being attacked was only a matter of time.

When things could not be done, there was no need to do them. As long as the green hills remained, there would be firewood to burn. Zhang Quan packed some key items, then changed into ordinary bandit clothes, mixed into the crowd, and wanted to secretly slip away.

The corpse village was chaotic, with cultivators chasing and fleeing everywhere. For a time, no one discovered Zhang Quan. But he could deceive others, he couldn’t deceive Mo Hua.

When Mo Hua discovered Zhang Quan was gone, he stepped lightly, clinging to the wall, and walked to a high pavilion in the corpse village, urging his divine sense to the extreme. In the chaotic battle, the cultivators’ spiritual power on their bodies was clearly visible. Whether it was strong or weak, what color, what attribute, all were clear.

Mo Hua circled and surveyed for a week, then in a corner, discovered a deep spiritual power aura. The spiritual power was earth-gray, gloomy and filthy, being strongly restrained, seeming afraid of being discovered by others.

Mo Hua remotely pointed his small hand, “There!”

Bai Zisheng followed the direction of his finger to look. Indeed, they saw a bandit-dressed cultivator in a corner of a stone wall, shrinking in the corner, pretending to be scared. His gaze was then gloomy, looking for an opportunity to escape.

“Bastard, where do you think you’re running?” Bai Zisheng shouted loudly, waved his right hand, took out a long spear, the spear’s might majestic. His body was like a dragon, rushing straight towards Zhang Quan.

At the same time, Bai Zixi’s slender hand pinched a seal. Three golden sword qi gathered, the sword on the white fire was crystal clear, and also drew over from the air, flying towards Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan’s scalp tingled. He hurriedly stood up and escaped, but in his embarrassed turn, his right shoulder was still pricked by the tip of Bai Zisheng’s spear, drawing a blood mark. At the same time, Bai Zixi’s sword qi also arrived. Zhang Quan dodged two, but was pierced through the shoulder by the third. The sword light twisted the wound, and the white spiritual fire scorched it, making the pain hard to bear.

“You motherfuckers!” Zhang Quan was angry to the extreme, and helpless to the extreme. He could only run. The current him, his moves were all seen through, and his trump card was also stolen. He was fundamentally no match for these two young cultivators, one male and one female. Moreover, enemies now surrounded him. If he delayed, he would undoubtedly die.

Zhang Quan used the Earth Escape again. The corpse village was built against the mountain, the ground was mostly earth and stone, and there were many houses and caves. Plus, the night was pitch black and the battle was exceptionally chaotic. Thus, the Earth Escape was more concealed and not easily detected.

But before he could escape far, he heard a whistle, and a fireball arrived in a flash, hitting the ground. The fire element spiritual power transmitted through the ground to his body, causing a slight burn, but the power was not great. But the fireball technique was just a guide. Following it came a sharp long spear and a golden sword qi.

Zhang Quan was again stabbed by a spear, and his back was again hit by a sword qi. He hurriedly exited the escape technique and looked around. Indeed, he saw, not far away, on a high pavilion, a familiar, petite figure, sitting cross-legged, condensing a fireball with her fingertip, looking at him with a smile.

As soon as he saw this smiling face, Zhang Quan’s head suddenly buzzed, and his scalp trembled. He felt all the blood and qi in his body surge to his head, angry to the point of being speechless. After a long time, he then tremblingly pointed at Mo Hua and angrily said:

“I… my things… was it you who stole them?”

Mo Hua had an innocent face, “What things?”

Zhang Quan angrily said: “My Corpse Control Bell!”

“Oh,” Mo Hua seemed to “remember,” rummaged through his storage bag, flipped out several bells, and said doubtfully:

“Are these things yours? I saw them lying there, no one wanted them, so I just ‘guarded’ them temporarily.”

After saying that, Mo Hua put the copper bells back into his own storage bag. Zhang Quan personally watched Mo Hua take out his own Corpse Control Bell, and personally watched him put his own Corpse Control Bell into his own storage bag. For a time, his eyes were blood red.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said:

“That, my… Ancestor…”

“Ancestor?” Mo Hua again rummaged through his storage bag for a while and grabbed out a large lump of crumpled paper-like thing:

“Is this your Ancestor?”

Zhang Quan spat out a mouthful of blood. “Good! Good! Good!” He said three “good”s, both eyes blood red, full of blood threads, his voice hoarse, saying:

“You robbed my Corpse Control Bell and insulted my Zhang family ancestors. Today, even if I die, I will grind your bones and scatter your ashes!”

After saying that, he flipped his right hand and took out a fresh red pill. This pill was even redder than the Corpse Blood Pill he had taken before, so red that it seemed about to drip blood.

The moment he took out the pill, Bai Zisheng had a premonition. He pointed his long spear, wanting to pick the pill away. Bai Zixi also condensed a sword qi, wanting to cut off his wrist and interrupt him taking the drug.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and blocked with his left arm, taking Bai Zisheng’s spear technique head-on. Then he slightly turned his body and also took Bai Zixi’s sword qi head-on. Subsequently, he risked his life to swallow the blood-red pill in his hand.

But before he could put it into his mouth, a swift fireball arrived with a whistle, accurately hitting Zhang Quan’s right hand, burning his palm black, and also burning the pill in his hand into ash.

Zhang Quan was so angry that he completely lost his mind. Fireball technique again?! It was this little ghost again! Zhang Quan was somewhat numb with anger.

Mo Hua still mocked him:

“Trivial tricks, you still dare to show off in front of an expert?”

“If you still only have these insignificant little tricks, then your Corpse Control Bell is mine, and your Old Ancestor will also be gone…”

The Old Ancestor, will be gone…

When Zhang Quan heard this, his eyes were about to split. He still wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, his eyes rolled back, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell straight down.

Bai Zisheng walked forward and kicked Zhang Quan. Zhang Quan had no reaction at all. Bai Zisheng frowned, raised his head and said: “Mo Hua, you’ve angered him to death.”

“No way…” Mo Hua was startled. He was a boss after all, and a corpse refiner. His temperament couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“Didn’t they say corpse refiners are cold and detached? How can they be angered to death so easily?” Mo Hua muttered.

“No matter how cold and detached, they can’t stand you irritating them like that…” Bai Zisheng said helplessly.

Mo Hua scratched his head, “I didn’t really irritate him. I just spoke the truth…”

Was that “speaking the truth”? Bai Zisheng was a little speechless.

“Wait…” Mo Hua jumped down from the high pavilion, released his divine sense, and peeked at Zhang Quan’s spiritual power aura, and involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief:

“He only fainted from anger, he’s not angered to death.”

“Find Situ sister, use silver needles to seal his meridians, and then use the Dao Court Division’s iron locks to lock him up.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then said:

“Right, we also need to feed him some pills to keep him alive, otherwise he might really be angered to death…”

Bai Zisheng nodded, “Okay.”

With the half-dead Zhang Quan captured, the corpse village was essentially broken. The subsequent matters were just pursuing and killing the corpse cultivators, cleaning up the remnants, tallying the village, and handling the casualties. These wrap-up matters were mainly the responsibility of Situ Fang and the Situ family’s cultivators.

Bai Zisheng volunteered to help. He still hadn’t fought enough. Mo Hua then took advantage of this time to take Bai Zixi and flip the corpse village upside down again. The caves he hadn’t entered before, the doors he hadn’t opened, the coffins he hadn’t lifted, all were carefully searched by Mo Hua again.

(This chapter is complete)