Si Tu Fang, bringing the executive officers of Dao Ting Si, rushed into the backyard of Bai Hua Lou.

After a moment, spiritual power overflowed, and the sounds of fighting, cries of alarm, shouts, and the crashing of buildings intertwined.

Mo Hua was very curious, thought for a bit, then said to Qing Lan:

“Find a place to hide and definitely don’t come out.”

Qing Lan was a little nervous, but still nodded her head.

Afterward, Mo Hua and the other two also used their movement techniques and arrived on the second floor. They looked out of the window towards the backyard.

Bai Hua Lou was divided into a front and back building, with a courtyard in the middle.

The front building was the front hall, used for banquets and entertainment, where female cultivators sang and danced. The back building consisted of rooms, where the brothel’s business was conducted.

In the middle of the back building was a beautiful courtyard with mountains and water, and clusters of flowers.

The courtyard was spacious and the scenery was pleasant.

Behind the courtyard was the back building, with high buildings surrounding the courtyard on three sides.

The high building corridors were connected, the rooms were exquisite, and large red lanterns and pink curtains hung between the corridors, making the scent of rouge extremely heavy.

Various array formations were laid out between the corridors, some for reinforcement, some for soundproofing, some for revealing dust, and some for illumination.

Light pink lights illuminated the entire backyard pavilion, making it charming and decadent.

Mo Hua was just a little unhappy.

The miners inside the mine suffered hardships, with their lives and deaths hanging in the balance, yet the array formations drawn inside were extremely crude.

In places like Bai Hua Lou, which were for indulging in pleasure, the array formations were so complete.

They even used array formations to set off the atmosphere and create a mood.

It was truly excessive.

At this time, suddenly a wave of spiritual power surged, shattering bricks and stones and sending wood chips flying.

Mo Hua followed the sound and looked.

He saw in the distance on the second floor, the door and window of a room were completely shattered, and the array formations on both sides were also destroyed.

And in the corridor, two Foundation Establishment cultivators were fighting.

One person was in black clothes, and the other was in gray clothes.

The black-clothed cultivator was a Foundation Establishment elder of the Si Tu family, named Si Tu Jin.

And the face-covered gray-clothed cultivator, whose entire body aura was gloomy, was likely the person behind the scenes buying corpses, whom Mo Hua was looking for.

Si Tu Fang, bringing the executive officers of South Yue City’s Dao Ting Si, was guarding the surroundings to prevent this gray-clothed cultivator from escaping.

They were all Qi Refining cultivators, unable to contend with Foundation Establishment, but forming an array formation, exchanging one or two moves with Foundation Establishment, and delaying for a moment was still possible.

The Dao Ting Si cultivators were strictly on guard.

And in the corridor, Si Tu Jin and the gray-clothed person were frequently exchanging blows.

Mo Hua watched for a while and frowned.

Bai Zi Sheng said in a low voice:

“This gray-clothed cultivator seems a bit weak…”

Mo Hua involuntarily nodded, “Indeed, quite weak…”

He looked sinister, and his spiritual power was also very yin soft, but his cultivation was really weak. Even among general Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators, he was at the bottom.

Among the Foundation Establishment cultivators Mo Hua had seen, this gray-clothed cultivator was the weakest.

Even in Tong Xian City, the elderly Zhou Zhang Si, and the An old master who wasn’t skilled in Dao methods, were stronger than him when they fought.

This gray-clothed cultivator was a body cultivator, but his qi and blood were not strong, and the skills he knew were also mediocre and ordinary.

Besides, he seemed to have also learned one or two techniques.

It looked like an earth poison technique, but he was clearly not on the spiritual cultivation path. This technique was okay for dealing with Qi Refining, but it was really not enough for dealing with cultivators of the same level.

This gray-clothed cultivator, from top to bottom, revealed an aura of being half-baked.

Mo Hua’s brows furrowed even tighter.

How could he be so weak?

Even he couldn’t bear to watch a little.

The situation on the scene was also like this. Si Tu Jin’s palm force was like the wind, always suppressing and beating this gray-clothed cultivator.

The gray-clothed cultivator struggled left and right, barely holding on.

He wanted to escape, but there were executive officers blocking the surroundings. Every time he wanted to rush out, he would be delayed for a moment, then entangled by Si Tu Jin again.

After another dozens of exchanges, the gray-clothed cultivator saw that he was about to be defeated, then leaped down from upstairs, falling into the garden. A wave of gray light flashed all over his body, and he actually disappeared from sight.

Si Tu Jin followed and landed, looking around, and frowned.

Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised and turned his head to ask:

“What kind of Dao method is this?”

Bai Zi Sheng hesitated, “This is… an escape technique?”

Bai Zi Xi nodded, “It’s the earth element escape technique among the five elements escape techniques.”

“Escape technique?” Mo Hua blinked his eyes.

Bai Zi Xi explained:

“Escape technique is actually considered a type of body technique, only it’s specially used for escaping. When casting, spiritual power covers the whole body, fuses with the heaven and earth five elements, thereby hiding the aura and escaping to safety.”

And that gray-clothed cultivator using earth escape at the end was not to expose his trump card.

This kind of escape technique, once known by others, would make it much easier to guard against.

Mo Hua understood and sincerely praised:

“Little senior sister, you know so much!”

“This is very simple.”

Bai Zi Xi said lightly, only her slender eyebrows gently raised, and her eyes held a hint of pride.

Bai Zi Sheng couldn’t help but say:

“Mo Hua, you’re really good at flattery.”

Mo Hua said displeased:

“Speaking the truth, how can it be called flattery? Besides, why don’t I flatter you? Isn’t it because you don’t know?”

Bai Zi Sheng had nothing to say.

In terms of Dao learning knowledge, he was indeed not as good as his younger sister Zi Xi.

Not only Dao learning knowledge, but in many aspects, he was not as good as her…

Bai Zi Sheng also didn’t argue with Mo Hua, but frowned and said: “He used an escape technique, is that person about to run away?”

Mo Hua smiled and said: “He can’t run away.”

The gray-clothed cultivator’s divine sense was only ten patterns.

While Mo Hua’s divine sense was twelve patterns!

Mo Hua’s expression was concentrated, he closed his eyes, fully focused, and released his divine sense outwards, extending it to the extreme.

In a piece of blank divine sense view, he searched for the gray-clothed cultivator’s trace.

After a moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, and pointed with his fingers, gathering qi. From his fingertip, a fireball condensed.

Then, the technique followed his intent. In an instant, the fireball flew towards the garden and exploded on a piece of grassland, turning the grass and wood into ashes.

The grass and wood turned into ashes, and on the scorched black ground, a black face was revealed.

The gray-clothed cultivator had a face of bewilderment.

Where did this fireball technique come from, and how did it hit him?

This fireball technique also attracted Si Tu Jin’s attention.

Following that, he also discovered the gray-clothed cultivator’s trace.

Si Tu Jin, who had been searching bitterly without result,’s spirit lifted. He urged his spiritual power and struck a palm towards the gray-clothed cultivator.

The gray-clothed cultivator was unable to dodge and was hit by this palm, beaten out of form, his clothes tattered, and his face full of black ash.

Although Mo Hua’s fireball technique was not bad in power, for Foundation Establishment, the damage was not great, only making his appearance a bit wretched.

The gray-clothed cultivator cursed once, retreated a few steps, and then pounced to the ground again, disappearing from sight.

Si Tu Jin’s brows were locked tight, and he couldn’t find the person again.

Just at this time, a swift fireball technique again flew over from the air, fell into the garden, exploded a plant, forcing out the gray-clothed cultivator’s trace.

Si Tu Jin was startled and looked up at Mo Hua, his gaze holding a hint of incredulity.

This little cultivator could actually see through the earth element escape technique?

He himself was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he couldn’t see this gray-clothed cultivator’s trace.

How did he see it?

But at this moment, it was not the time for sighing.

Si Tu Jin again used his body technique, leaped forward, and attacked towards the gray-clothed cultivator.

Si Tu Jin again used his body technique, leaped forward, and attacked towards the gray-clothed cultivator.

The gray-clothed cultivator was forced to reveal his form. He looked up and naturally also saw Mo Hua upstairs.

He was both shocked and angry, bursting into curses:

“Damn little brat, ruining my good deeds, I must kill you…”

But he hadn’t finished cursing when he was interrupted by Si Tu Jin.

Si Tu Jin struck with a palm and said coldly:

“Thief, die!”

The gray-clothed cultivator fought hard with a palm, retreated continuously, spat blood, then hurriedly took out a pill to swallow, stabilized his breath, and afterwards again displayed the escape technique, disappearing on the ground.

But afterward, three or five times, he was still hit by the fireball technique.

Si Tu Jin also learned to be smart and simply didn’t search himself. Wherever the fireball technique pointed, he hit there.

The gray-clothed cultivator was like a mole. As soon as he drilled down, he was hit and popped up, extremely aggrieved.

In his heart, he was almost vomiting blood.

What was wrong with this little brat?

How exactly did he see through his escape technique?

After being hit by several fireball techniques, the gray-clothed cultivator suddenly realized in his heart.

It was divine sense!

He was locked onto by this little brat with divine sense?!!

The gray-clothed cultivator felt unbelievable.

He was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, being locked onto by a Qi Refining period little brat with divine sense?

He hadn’t time to be shocked, only briefly surprised, lost concentration a bit, and a fireball technique smashed on his face.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s face was full of intense pain, and he hated to itch his teeth.

Damn, this little brat was even hitting more accurately…

If this continued, he was about to fall here.

At the same time, Si Tu Jin again attacked with a palm. This palm hit the gray-clothed cultivator’s left shoulder. The wind force wrapped around it, tore his clothes, and also pulled off his face-covering black cloth.

Under the black cloth was a sinister, pale face without a trace of blood color.

The gray-clothed cultivator was extremely angry and said hoarsely:

“You all motherf***ers are seeking death!”

Afterwards, he took out a strange-looking bronze medicine bottle with blood patterns, and fiercely poured the pills in the bottle into his mouth.

“Not good!”

The moment he took out the medicine bottle, Si Tu Jin knew it was not good and instantly struck out, sending out a palm.

Although he didn’t know what pill this was, he absolutely couldn’t let him swallow it.

This palm hit the gray-clothed cultivator’s chest. The spiritual power tore open his skin and flesh, and the palm force shook him flying, but it still couldn’t stop the gray-clothed cultivator from swallowing the blood-colored pills in the bottle.

The gray-clothed cultivator lay on the ground like a dead corpse, not moving for a long time.

The scene temporarily quieted down.

Si Tu Jin’s gaze was heavy, and he also dared not act lightly, only his expression was on guard.

After a moment, changes suddenly arose.

The gray-clothed cultivator lying on the ground suddenly convulsed irregularly, his limbs deformed and twisted, his body also gradually swelled, blue veins appeared, and finally, with a strange posture, he stood up straight.

His skin color was iron blue, his body was sturdy, and his two eyes were only whites, like a dead corpse, emitting dead qi all over his body.

Si Tu Jin sucked in a cold breath.

The surrounding executive officers were also all panic-stricken.

Just at this time, the corpse-like gray-clothed cultivator took one step and arrived in front of Si Tu Jin, striking a fist towards his chest.

Si Tu Jin used all his strength, urged his palm force, and received this fist.

The spiritual power shock of the Foundation Establishment period shattered the surrounding grass, wood, and rocks on the ground.

Si Tu Jin was no match for the gray-clothed cultivator and was hit by this fist, retreating seven or eight steps, finally having to half-kneel on the ground and spitting blood.

The gray-clothed cultivator was about to advance and press his advantage when suddenly a fireball technique appeared abruptly and smashed on the back of his head.

Spiritual power exploded, making him stagger.

The power wasn’t great, but the humiliating force was full.

The gray-clothed cultivator slowly turned his head, his dead white gaze looking towards upstairs.

Upstairs, Mo Hua made a ghost face at him.

This ghost face almost made the gray-clothed cultivator, who had turned into a dead corpse, explode with anger.

In that instant, the gray-clothed cultivator had only one thought.

No matter what, kill this little brat!

He dropped Si Tu Jin and walked with big strides towards Mo Hua.

Si Tu Fang was greatly shocked and wanted to block him, but was hit flying by his one fist.

The other several Qi Refining executive officers were also no match for his one move.

The gray-clothed cultivator arrived in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stood on the second floor, looking down at him.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s iron blue face emitted a strange roar, then he leaped up and came to the second floor.

Bai Zi Sheng’s gaze was cold, he stepped forward, crossed and gripped his hands, a silver white long spear manifested, then his body was like the wind, the spear was out like a dragon, the golden light on the spear greatly flourished, attacking towards the dead corpse-like gray-clothed cultivator.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s skin was iron blue, his blue veins bulging, nearly impenetrable to knives and spears. He relied solely on his flesh body to hard clash with Bai Zi Sheng’s long spear.

Bai Zi Sheng’s long spear couldn’t pierce his flesh, nor could it do anything to him.

Although the momentum was fierce, he was still at a disadvantage.

After all, no matter how high his talent was, he was still only at Qi Refining.

Just at this time, Bai Zi Xi’s glazed eyes flashed with light, her fingertip condensed sword light, burning snow white flames.

Her fair slender hand pointed, shooting out several sword lights. The sword qi was sharp, breaking the gray-clothed cultivator’s flesh body, and the snow white flames were also scorching his wounds.

The gray-clothed cultivator was in pain, emitting an inhuman strange roar.

But that was all.

The broken flesh body under the golden light slowly recovered.

The snow white flames also gradually extinguished, leaving only a few scorch marks.

The gray-clothed cultivator’s expression was again ferocious, but he couldn’t help but be alarmed in his heart.

What were the origins of these two little cultivators?

He had swallowed the corpse blood pill, his cultivation had greatly increased, and his flesh body was like an iron corpse, impenetrable to knives and spears.

Yet with the Qi Refining realm, they could single-handedly fight with him.

And use techniques to break his flesh body?

The gray-clothed cultivator was alert in his heart.

He couldn’t prolong the fight, otherwise once the medicinal power of the corpse blood pill was exhausted, he would suffer a medicinal power backlash, which would be troublesome.

Kill that little brat to vent his anger, then immediately withdraw!

The gray-clothed cultivator’s mind was made up. He looked around, his dead corpse-like ferocious face suddenly filled with a wave of bewilderment…

Where was that little brat?

How did he disappear?

Where did he go?

Invisible?

The gray-clothed cultivator widened his dead white eyes, unable to see the person.

He released his divine sense, unable to perceive a trace…

A surge of anger filled the gray-clothed cultivator’s heart.

That little brat…

His escape technique was seen through by him, then he was sneak attacked by him, shamed by him, mocked by him making a ghost face, and as a result, now he couldn’t even see that little brat’s shadow…

He couldn’t see him, how could he kill him?

It was like punching cotton.

And he didn’t even hit cotton.

Eyeing the time passing, the medicinal power was about to be exhausted.

The gray-clothed cultivator had a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent. He trembled all over and could only grit his teeth, his voice hoarse, and roared towards the sky:

“Come out!”

“Come out here!!”

This powerless rage was full of grievance.

This chapter is a bit long, so it was written a bit late.

(End of this chapter)