Chapter 447: Angered to Death

Chapter 448: Angered to Death

Zhang Quan was so angry he coughed up blood.

At this moment, Mo Hua was already far away, carrying his Corpse-Control Bells and the ancestral relic.

In the pitch-black night, amidst the chaotic battle of cultivators,

Mo Hua used concealment techniques to hide his figure, moving like flowing water with the Flowing-Water Step, weaving through the Corpse Bandit’s stronghold, evading all attacks and spells, passing through a myriad of obstacles without a scratch.

Only when he reached a rooftop did Mo Hua stop, release his Divine Sense, and locate Situ Fang.

Situ Fang was fighting alongside two elders of the Situ family against several zombies controlled by corpse cultivators.

After repelling the enemies and taking a brief breath, she heard a crisp voice call out:

“Big Sister Situ.”

Situ Fang turned to an empty space, and soon Mo Hua appeared, smiling:

“I got the Corpse-Control Bells.”

Situ Fang was stunned. “You actually managed to get them?”

Mo Hua shook his hand slightly, clutching three bronze bells.

These bronze bells were even more exquisite, tied with blood-red cords, and etched with complex patterns. It was clear at a glance that the zombies they controlled were far stronger.

Not only Situ Fang, but Situ Jin and the other stern Situ elder also showed expressions of shock.

In such a short fight, he’d already stolen the enemy’s trump card?

Situ Fang’s shock turned into delight. With renewed determination, she said,

“Two elders, let’s finish this quickly and take the Corpse Bandit’s stronghold!”

“Agreed!”

The two Situ family elders nodded.

Without the Iron Corpses, they had no fear and struck without hesitation.

With two Foundation Establishment cultivators leading the charge, the Situ family’s cultivators surged like a tidal wave, unstoppable for a time.

The corpse cultivators had also taken Corpse-Blood Pills, increasing their power and transforming into zombies.

But these corpse cultivators were originally Qi-Refiners, with only ordinary cultivation techniques and Dao arts. No matter how many pills they took, they were no match for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The pills only allowed them to hold out a little longer.

Mo Hua then found Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi. “Let’s capture Zhang Quan. Don’t let him escape!”

Bai Zisheng cheered. “Got it!”

Zhang Quan indeed wanted to flee.

The Corpse Bandit stronghold could no longer be defended.

With the formation destroyed, the Corpse-Control Bells gone, and the Iron Corpses uncontrollable, the fortress’ fall was only a matter of time.

If something cannot be done, there’s no need to force it.

As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be firewood.

Zhang Quan gathered a few key items, changed into ordinary bandit clothing, and tried to slip away unnoticed.

The Corpse Bandit stronghold was in chaos, with cultivators chasing and fleeing everywhere.

For a moment, no one noticed Zhang Quan.

He could fool others, but not Mo Hua.

Mo Hua noticed Zhang Quan’s disappearance, lightly stepped along the wall, and reached a high pavilion, pushing his Divine Sense to its limit.

Amid the chaotic battlefield, cultivators’ spiritual energy was clearly visible.

Strength, type, elemental attribute—all was crystal clear.

Mo Hua scanned the area and found a deep, dense spiritual energy in a corner of a stone wall.

The energy was a dull earthy gray, carrying a gloomy, foul aura, tightly suppressed, as if afraid of being discovered.

Mo Hua pointed with his small hand. “There!”

Bai Zisheng followed his finger’s direction.

Sure enough, in a corner by a stone wall, a cultivator dressed as a bandit was crouched, pretending to be scared while plotting an escape with a dark gaze.

“You bastard, where are you running?”

Bai Zisheng shouted, brandishing his spear. The aura of the weapon surged like a dragon, heading straight for Zhang Quan.

At the same time, Bai Zixi formed hand seals, and three golden sword auras converged, white flames glinting, slicing through the air toward Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan’s scalp tingled as he hurriedly tried to flee, but in his clumsy turn, Bai Zisheng’s spear tip grazed his right shoulder, cutting a bloody streak.

At the same time, Bai Zixi’s sword aura arrived.

Zhang Quan dodged two, but the third pierced his shoulder, the swordlight twisting around the wound, white spiritual fire scorching it painfully.

“You motherf***ers!”

Zhang Quan was both enraged and helpless.

He could only run. His moves had been completely read, and his trump card stolen. There was no way he could defeat these two young cultivators, a male and a female.

With enemies closing in, any delay would mean certain death.

Zhang Quan tried Earth Escape.

The stronghold was built along a hill, the ground full of soil and stones, with houses and caves. Combined with the dark night and chaotic battle, the Earth Escape was even more concealed.

But before he could get far, he heard a whoosh— a fireball shot straight at the ground near him.

The fire-element spiritual energy seeped through the ground, burning his body slightly. The power wasn’t strong.

But the fireball was just a guide.

Next came a sharp spear and a golden sword aura.

Zhang Quan was stabbed and slashed again.

He quickly ended his escape technique, looking around, and saw a familiar, small figure sitting cross-legged on a nearby high pavilion, a fireball spinning at the fingertip, smiling at him.

Seeing that face, Zhang Quan’s head “buzzed,” scalp tingling.

He felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, anger rendering him speechless.

After a long moment, trembling, he pointed at Mo Hua, furious:

“Did… you steal my stuff?”

Mo Hua looked innocent. “What stuff?”

Zhang Quan fumed. “My Corpse-Control Bells!”

“Oh,” Mo Hua said, pretending to recall, rummaging through his storage pouch and pulling out the bells. “This is yours? I saw it lying there with no one claiming it, so I ‘kept’ it for a while.”

Then he stuffed the bells back into his storage pouch.

Zhang Quan watched in disbelief as Mo Hua took his Corpse-Control Bells, only to put them in his own storage pouch. His eyes turned red.

Through gritted teeth, he said,

“My… ancestor…”

“Ancestor?”

Mo Hua dug in his pouch again, producing a crumpled piece of paper-like item.

“Is this your ancestor?”

Zhang Quan spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Good! Good! Good!”

He repeated “good” three times, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse:

“You stole my Corpse-Control Bells, insulted my Zhang ancestors, today, even if I die, I’ll grind your bones to dust!”

He then flipped his right hand, taking out a crimson pill.

The pill was even redder than the Corpse-Blood Pills he had taken before, seemingly dripping blood.

As soon as he drew it, Bai Zisheng noticed and pointed his spear to knock the pill away.

Bai Zixi also formed a sword aura, aiming to sever his wrist and stop him from taking it.

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth, blocking Bai Zisheng’s spear with his left arm.

He turned slightly, taking Bai Zixi’s sword aura as well.

He tried desperately to swallow the Blood-Anomaly Pill.

But before he could, a fast-moving fireball whistled, striking his right hand, burning his palm black and turning the pill to ash.

Zhang Quan was beyond furious, completely dumbfounded.

Another fireball technique?!

And from this little brat again!

He was almost numb from anger.

Mo Hua continued to taunt:

“Amateur tricks, daring to show off at a master’s gate?”

“If all you’ve got are these petty tricks, then your Corpse-Control Bells are mine, and your ancestor… is gone too…”

Ancestor… gone…

Zhang Quan’s eyes bulged, about to say something, but before he could, he rolled his eyes, blood flowing from his mouth, and collapsed straight down.

Bai Zisheng stepped forward and kicked him.

Zhang Quan didn’t react at all.

Bai Zisheng frowned and looked up. “Mo Hua, you’ve angered him to death.”

“No way…”

Mo Hua was stunned.

After all, he was a head of a family and a corpse cultivator; his temperament shouldn’t be this fragile.

“Isn’t it said corpse cultivators are cold-hearted? Can he really die just from being angered?” Mo Hua muttered.

“No matter how cold, he couldn’t withstand your anger…” Bai Zisheng said helplessly.

Mo Hua scratched his head. “I didn’t even try. Just spoke the truth…”

“That’s your idea of ‘speaking the truth’?” Bai Zisheng was speechless.

“Wait a moment…”

Mo Hua jumped down from the pavilion, released his Divine Sense, and examined Zhang Quan’s energy. He relaxed:

“He’s just knocked out by anger, not dead.”

“Find Sister Situ, seal his meridians with silver needles, and lock him with the Dao Court’s iron chains.”

Mo Hua thought and added:

“Also feed him some pills to stabilize his life, or he’ll really die from anger…”

Bai Zisheng nodded. “Got it.”

With Zhang Quan half-dead, the Corpse Bandit stronghold was effectively captured.

The follow-up tasks—eliminating corpse cultivators, cleaning up remnants, inspecting the stronghold, and handling casualties—would be handled mainly by Situ Fang and the Situ family cultivators.

Bai Zisheng went to assist; he wasn’t done with the fight yet.

Mo Hua, meanwhile, took the time to thoroughly search the stronghold with Bai Zixi.

Every cave, unopened door, and coffin previously skipped was carefully checked again.