The Quest for Immortality-Chapter 939: Fire Buddha

Foundation Establishment Late Stage, hunted by the Taoist Court for practicing the Fire-series "Forbidden Technique," the murderer known as Fire Buddha!

Mo Hua's heart chilled.

After a moment of contemplation, he knew he was no match!

He was in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, and Fire Buddha was in the late stage; both were Foundation Establishment cultivators, but the gap in cultivation was too vast.

Formation wouldn't work either.

Such a ruthless villain, heavily burdened by his murderous deeds, would surely be cunning and highly vigilant.

Attempting to set up a formation and kill him in broad daylight would be as futile as trying to steal a bell while covering one's ears; he simply would not be able to deceive Fire Buddha's perception.

Moreover, Fire Buddha had three accomplices.

Two strong men, one with rough palms, one with a face full of meat, and a tall, thin cultivator.

Given they could stand with Fire Buddha, their cultivation must be at least at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and possibly even the late stage.

And they would definitely be Sin Cultivators, unscrupulously cruel and ruthless.

Mo Hua instantly deduced that these villains were not ones he could deal with currently.

Especially under these circumstances, with no preparation and a chance encounter...

"Preserving my own life is the priority!"

Mo Hua silently withdrew his gaze, maintaining a normal expression, continued to lower his head, slurping his noodles.

But he quietly quickened his eating pace, his cheeks puffing out, "huffing and puffing," he finished the remaining noodles in no time, and cleaned out the soup as well.

Mo Hua took out two Spirit Stones, placed them on the table, and tried to keep his voice from betraying any oddity, crisply he said:

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"Boss, the bill!"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Take care, young master."

Mo Hua nodded, stood up, and started to walk away.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard a low and kindly voice:

"Young master..."

Mo Hua's heart tightened, feeling as if a powerful Divine Sense had locked onto him.

Eighteen Patterns peak Divine Sense!

Helpless, Mo Hua put on a puzzled face and turned around to look.

He saw, at another table, a large, kind-faced man who had been silent up till now, staring intently at him.

The man's demeanor was calm, his voice even, but his gaze was profound as he asked,

"Do you... recognize me?"

Without changing his expression, Mo Hua feigned confusion,

"Uncle, who are you?"

The man's gaze slightly hardened, his face showing displeasure, his mind also somewhat perplexed...

By rights, he shouldn't have been recognized...

Anyone who had seen his face, regardless of age or gender, he had killed and then burned to ashes, leaving no survivors.

Those he couldn't kill were either high-ranking officials from the Taoist Court or experienced Supervisors.

Their cultivation was at least above Golden Core.

This seemingly young and naive boy didn't appear to recognize him.

Even more, there was no reason he could have.

The man's brow furrowed.

But indeed, he had just sensed a trace of Divine Sense probing.

Although it was faint and slight, and the method of Divine Sense probing was expert, touching lightly like a dragonfly skimming the water, swept across in a flash.

But it couldn't escape him, who was accustomed to life-and-death battles.

The strange thing was that this trace of Divine Sense was fleeting.

When he checked again, there was no trace of it, the only slightly unusual thing had been this nearby boy eating noodles.

He appeared to have glanced at him from the corner of his eye before burying his head back in his bowl.

The man's gaze darkened.

This peering Divine Sense was profound; logically speaking, it shouldn't be something such a young cultivator could produce.

Such an experienced method of Divine Sense probing couldn't possibly come from this little cultivator either.

But his years of intuition told him...

Something was off with this boy.

Especially since after he glanced over, he noticeably sped up his eating and then began to leave.

That was decidedly odd.

It was as if...

He recognized him, knew who he was, and wanted to slip away to avoid any risk...

The man's expression was gentle, but his gaze deepened.

In that instant, Mo Hua felt a slight tightening in his heart.

This man, who might be the "Fire Buddha," was suspicious of him!

His alertness was too high, his paranoia too strong...

He needed to find a way to bluff his way through...

Mo Hua kept his expression unchanged, his mind racing.

Another one of the big men glanced at Mo Hua, puzzled,

"Big brother, is there something wrong with this kid?"

The other two also quietly discussed, "No way..."

"Doesn't look like it..."

"Too young..."

"Sect Disciple?"

"A kid, eating alone here?"

Mo Hua wasn't wearing the Taixu Gate's Taoist Robe, just his usual clothes, so they didn't know his background.

The leading man, his eyes contemplative, remained silent.

One of the strong men turned to Mo Hua and said:

"Kid, what family are you from, what's your name, what sect are you from, and what are you doing here all alone?"

After speaking, he smirked mockingly, "Don't tell me, you 'just' came to this mountain to eat a bowl of noodles..."

Mo Hua's face showed some tension, a hint of "fear," putting on a brave front:

"I don't even know who you are, why should I tell you?"

The big man scoffed, "Kid, don't act foolishly."

The other few stood up slowly, their faces showing malice as they glared at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua "frightened," took two steps back.

Then a cultivator stood out from the side and stepped forward, reprimanding:

"You're an adult, bullying a kid, what kind of skill is that?"

Seeing someone dare to meddle in his business, anger flashed across the big man's face, he swiftly closed the distance, his fist cloaked in dusty-colored Spiritual Power, and he suddenly threw a punch.

The punch was heavy with tremendous force, formidable in its might.

"Foundation Establishment Late Stage!"

The cultivator suddenly widened his eyes, hastily crossed his arms to block the punch, but he was still sent flying a distance, spitting blood.