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However, having been seriously injured by the third Householder’s claw, he was extremely weakened, with a faint breath. Facing Mo Hua, he had no strength to resist. Even after taking a heavy hit from Mo Hua’s Thousand Jun Stick, he could only endure it.

“You little devil, how did you see through it?”

Scarface said through the pain while feeling puzzled.

His Turtle Breathing Method, which could hold his breath and feign death, was something he stole from an old Evil Cultivator.

With that spell, the old Evil Cultivator survived many dangers throughout his life, repeatedly escaping death, which allowed him to live to an old age.

The Turtle Breathing Method was quite rare and few Cultivators could spot any flaws in it. Even the third Householder did not realize it at first.

He couldn’t understand how this young devil, seemingly inexperienced, could see he was pretending to be dead?

Mo Hua snorted coldly but did not feel like answering him.

Now that his Divine Sense had broken through its limits, he already possessed the Divine Sense of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The flow of Spiritual Power in Scarface’s body, although slow, was not sluggish. The minor flows of Spiritual Power were evident to Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, so they could not deceive him.

Moreover, he was a Monster Hunter.

A necessary lesson for Monster Hunters was to see through the feigned deaths of Monster Beasts; how could Scarface’s crude Turtle Breathing Method fool him?

As for the third Householder.

He failed to see through Scarface’s feigned death firstly because his mind was completely focused on Mo Hua, neglecting his perception;

secondly, he was overly confident in his own cultivation, believing that once he made his move, Scarface would undoubtedly die.

Most importantly, he was not a Monster Hunter and lacked the experience to see through feigned deaths.

Mo Hua did not answer Scarface but instead raised the Thousand Jun Stick again, activated the Formation, and proceeded to break Scarface’s limbs one by one.

Scarface was in agony and hatefully said:

“You little devil, we have no grudge or enmity, why must you be so ruthless?”

“No grudge or enmity?” Mo Hua raised an eyebrow and struck down with the stick again:

“What about those women whom you drained to death, those Cultivators you split with a single blade, what enmity did they have with you? Didn’t you still ruthlessly kill them?”

Scarface bore the pain and sneered, “Whether I harvested energy from others or killed people, what does it have to do with you?”

“Guess.”

Scarface’s eyelids twitched; this little devil spoke irrationally. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking, what he intended to do, and he couldn’t even sense the intent to kill.

But he knew in his heart that this little devil was definitely going to kill him!

Why?

He should have never met this little devil before and had no enmity with him.

Scarface couldn’t figure it out and gritted his teeth:

“Tell me clearly where I’ve offended you, so that I can die with my eyes open.”

“I prefer to let people die without understanding why, it saves trouble,” Mo Hua said.

His indifferent demeanor left Scarface at a loss.

Scarface’s thoughts raced, and he suddenly sneered, “You’re not trying to play the hero, are you?”

Mo Hua paid him no attention and started calculating something.

Scarface mocked, “The Cultivation World is all about the survival of the fittest. With your naïveté, you won’t survive in the Tao Cultivation World. You’ll die without a place to bury your body sooner or later…”

Seeing that Scarface kept blabbering even at the brink of death, Mo Hua hit him on the face with the stick again.

“What are you blabbering about?”

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then from his Storage Bag, he took out a handful of Demon Smelly Grass, squeezed out the juice, and dripped it over Scarface, continuing:

“Survival of the fittest is nothing but a deceiving ghost tale…”

“When you’re the strong one, wanting to oppress the weak, you’ll say ‘survival of the fittest’; when you’re the weak one, being oppressed by the strong, you’ll claim ‘Heavenly Dao is fair.’

“Ultimately, they’re just self-serving excuses.”

After squeezing out the juice, Mo Hua threw the remaining Demon Smelly Grass on Scarface, saying:

“And now, the one who is going to die without a place to bury is you…”

Scarface smelled the foul stench on his body and panicked, “What are you doing?”

Mo Hua said, “This is Demon Smelly Grass. Its stench is rotten and will attract Monster Beasts to come and eat you.

“You mentioned ‘survival of the fittest’, so I’m going to let you experience being the prey to ‘the strong’, see if you’ll still speak such words after that…”

Scarface’s eyes showed terror.

“Oh, that’s right,” Mo Hua thought for a moment, then as if realizing something, continued, “You probably won’t have an ‘after’. That can be left for your next life, if in your next life, you’re still able to reincarnate as a human.”

Scarface’s eyes were filled with fury, “You little ghost, your heart is so malicious!”

“Malicious?”

Mo Hua snorted coldly, “When you harm others, you don’t find yourself malicious. But when others harm you, you blame them for being malicious. Such double standards are wrong.”

Scarface, aware that his death was imminent, became frightened. His eyes shifted before he pleaded again,

“Little brother… No, young Taoist master, let me go, and I will surely change my ways.”

“Change what?”

Mo Hua began to draw a formation on the ground while casually responding.

“From now on, I will do good deeds, not practice evil skills, and do no evil things!” Scarface said hastily.

“Really?”

“If I break this oath, may the heavens strike me with thunder!” Scarface swore.

Mo Hua appeared hesitant, “Truly?”

Seeing this, Scarface thought there was a chance for survival and immediately said,

“Truly! From now on, I will surely abide by vegetarianism and do good deeds, not doing anything that goes against the Heavenly Dao.”

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, “To realize one’s wrongs and mend one’s ways is indeed the greatest virtue.”

Scarface was overjoyed, “Then can you spare my life?”

Mo Hua smiled brightly, “I cannot.”

Scarface was stunned.

“I was deceiving you. To realize one’s wrongs and mend one’s ways is indeed the greatest virtue; that statement is also nonsense. How easy is it to change one’s wrongs? Even dogs can’t change their habit of eating feces.”

Scarface became furious.

This little demon was toying with him!

He struggled to rise but suddenly discovered that at some point, the little demon had laid down a formation beside him, pinning him in place.

The little demon’s idle chatter was meant to lower his guard so that he could lay down the formation, ensuring that he could not struggle and would die a complete death!

The small amount of spiritual power he had barely managed to restore was now completely useless.

Once the Monster Beasts came, he would undoubtedly die!

Scarface fell into despair and glared at Mo Hua with a fierce and resentful expression,

“Little beast, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!”

Mo Hua turned a deaf ear.

He had already “consumed” the real little Green-faced Ghost, so why would he fear this fake ghost who pledged to become one but actually could not even manage to be a human?

Scarface wanted to continue cursing, but Mo Hua had finished what he was doing and had no patience for his nonsense anymore.

“Then remember this…”

Mo Hua, holding the Thousand Jun Stick, walked over to Scarface and, looking down from above, said,

“If you become a human, I can make sure you die without a whole corpse; if you become a ghost, I can still disperse your soul!”

“Just wait peacefully for your death!”

Without waiting for Scarface to respond, Mo Hua lifted the Thousand Jun Stick and smashed it down heavily.

With all his might, the powerful strike knocked Scarface out completely.

Mo Hua put away the Thousand Jun Stick and nodded slightly.

Now that Scarface was unconscious, when he awoke, it would probably be to the sight of himself being eaten by Monster Beasts, truly experiencing the “law of the jungle.”

Mo Hua had knocked him out to prevent him from screaming, also to spare him the agony before death.

After all, the wait before death is the most painful.

Mo Hua considered it a “kind” gesture.

After finishing these tasks, Mo Hua sighed again, feeling somewhat downhearted.

He thought again of the woman who had taken her own life in the night.

The living suffered endlessly, and even death was a luxury.

The torments and despair the woman had faced before death, he now let Scarface experience as well.

But with his low realm and limited cultivation, there was only so much he could do at the moment.

Not far off, several Monster Beasts that roamed at night, attracted by the rotten scent of the Demon Smelly Grass and the pungent smell of blood, greedily made their way towards the woods.

Mo Hua had already detected these Monster Beasts with his Divine Sense.

He calmly employed the Concealment Technique, hiding his figure while using the Water Passing Step to swiftly move in a direction devoid of Monster Beasts and the third Householder.

After such a long stay at the Black Mountain Stronghold, enduring many twists and turns, he had now finished everything and was finally able to go home.

And on his way, he no longer needed to have any reservations.

Having penetrated the Contemplation Map, consumed the Green-faced ghost, and assimilated the Divine Thought,

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was now comparable to that of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and in these deep mountains, there was no one left who could see through his Concealment Technique.

Once he left Black Mountain Stronghold, he would be like a fish returning to the sea.

These Evil Cultivators would find it utterly impossible to locate him again.