Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2014 Chapter 967: Vengeance Has a Source_3

"I have no idea what you're talking about... What masterpiece of the Shen Family?" Shen Qingsheng’s expression betrayed a flicker of unease.

"Your father just recounted the entire story in great detail himself," Mo Hua replied.

Shen Qingsheng was startled. "What did my father say?"

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly. Only then did he recall that when Shen Shouxing was confessing the Shen Family's scandal, Shen Qingsheng appeared to be suffering from 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart,' leaving him in a dazed state where he heard nothing.

It appeared he truly remained ignorant of his father's past deeds.

Mo Hua remained silent and continued walking forward.

Shielded by the Divine Mist Formation, the pair advanced further. The exit of the Taoist Field drew closer, and the dragon-headed gate of the Great Wilderness Divine Temple appeared faintly on the horizon.

However, the surrounding yin aura was growing increasingly suffocating.

It seemed as though the vengeful souls sensed Shen Qingsheng was about to escape the Taoist Field unscathed. Realizing their century-old grievances and blood feuds might never be settled, they fell into a violent rage, howling with pure hatred.

They fought recklessly to break free from the bronze men. Even as their spiritual forms were shredded and their bodies torn apart, they refused to stop.

The entire Taoist Field began to shudder as the resentment of the ghosts surged like a rising tide.

Finally, a sharp cracking sound echoed.

One vengeful soul snapped its body in half to escape the bronze men; with only its upper torso remaining, it lunged toward Mo Hua with a twisted, hideous face.

This was only the first; soon came a second, then a third...

The sounds of the bronze men’s restraints shattering rang out one after another.

Increasing numbers of vengeful souls broke loose, congregating with piercing shrieks like a massive wave.

Yet, hidden by Mo Hua’s Divine Mist Formation, they were unable to pinpoint their "enemy," forcing them to vent their fury in a blind frenzy.

Murky clouds gathered, blotting out the sky.

Drawn by the threads of karma, a massive, fanged, and terrifying Third Grade Fierce Ghost slowly manifested within the dark clouds.

The senses of a Third Grade Fierce Ghost were far superior to those of common vengeful souls; thus, it could vaguely discern the two figures concealed within the Divine Mist Formation.

The chilling dread of death gripped Shen Qingsheng’s heart, causing him to tremble with terror.

"Run!"

Shen Qingsheng spoke in a shaky voice and bolted in a desperate sprint.

Mo Hua followed closely behind him.

The vengeful souls in the air detected a slight shift in the aura and began to drift toward them.

But they were ultimately too slow.

In less than thirty minutes, Shen Qingsheng had sprinted out of the Taoist Field and onto the steps of the Divine Temple, escaping the reach of the ghosts.

Shen Qingsheng exhaled a long sigh of relief before turning back to Mo Hua. Suddenly, his face twisted in shock, and he screamed in horror:

"Mo Hua, look out behind you!"

Startled, Mo Hua began to turn, but before he could see anything, a sword tip erupted from his chest.

A longsword had pierced through the Divine Mist Formation patterns on his body, skewering his chest as well.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng.

Shen Qingsheng’s face was contorted into a savage grin. "Die, you little beast!"

Mo Hua looked confused. "Why..."

"Why?" Shen Qingsheng sneered. "What do you mean why? I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time. Did you think I was just playing around? Besides, even if I don't know exactly what my father told you, you've clearly learned the Shen Family's secrets. You absolutely cannot be allowed to live..."

Mo Hua’s pupils contracted slightly. "So you knew about the Shen Family's business from the beginning?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Shen Qingsheng snorted with disdain. "Did my father really think he could hide it from me?"

"It’s just killing people, what’s the big deal?"

"Furthermore, they were just those low-life Mining Cultivators. Why should I care?"

"Do the lives of servants even count as lives?"

Mo Hua asked calmly, "Is this what your father taught you?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "Does one even need to be taught such things?"

"Who do you think I am? I am a direct descendant of the Shen Family, born to be superior!"

"And being superior means having the mindset of a superior being."

"Those lowly wretches deserve to grovel before me. Even if they are just dogs of the Shen Family, they must mind their place."

"My father worked hard so I could enjoy this life, didn't he?"

"The hilarious part is that my father, who killed so many people and has blood all over his hands, rose to the rank of a Powerful Elder."

"Yet he lectures me every day to follow the Righteous Dao, to cultivate hard, to be kind to others, and to pity the weak."

Shen Qingsheng suddenly laughed mockingly. "I don't even understand what he's trying to teach me. Aren’t those hypocritical words pathetic coming from him?"

"Those pathetic Loose Cultivators are poor their whole lives. What is there to feel sorry for?"

Mo Hua’s expression remained stony. "The wealth of your Shen Family and your lavish lifestyle were built upon their suffering."

Shen Qingsheng was momentarily stunned, then he scoffed:

"Then it’s their own fault for being useless. Whether they are poor or miserable, it is their destiny and their deserved bad luck. What does that have to do with the Shen Family?"

As he spoke, the vengeful souls gathering in the Taoist Field began to shriek and wail.

The massive Fierce Ghost also fully materialized.

With the longsword still through Mo Hua’s chest, Shen Qingsheng shoved him violently back into the Taoist Field—right into the center where the ghosts were most frenzied and the yin aura was thickest.

"Since you care so much about these starving ghosts who died in Solitary Mountain City, then go ahead and feed them yourself..."

Shen Qingsheng sneered.

Mo Hua’s Divine Mist Formation shattered, exposing his aura. With the sword through his chest, he appeared unable to flee.

The small figure was quickly surrounded by thousands of raging vengeful spirits, closing in on him inch by inch.

The enormous and terrifying Fierce Ghost loomed behind Mo Hua, opening its blood-soaked maw.

The smug grin on Shen Qingsheng’s face widened.

But in a heartbeat, his smile vanished, replaced by sheer disbelief and dread.

Before his eyes, the countless menacing spirits swirled and screamed around Mo Hua like a devastating tsunami ready to swallow everything.

Yet not a single ghost dared to actually touch him.

Even the massive Fierce Ghost, after snapping its jaws at Mo Hua, seemed to sense something terrifying. Fear appeared in its hideous eyes as it began to retreat.

The ghosts danced frantically, filling the sky and earth.

Yet that small boy stood motionless, completely untouched by the legion of spirits.

It was as if he were a young Yama, commanding the Netherworld itself.

A freezing sensation radiated from Shen Qingsheng’s heart; his pupils dilated as he scrambled to turn and run.

But a flash of golden light cut through the air.

A golden sword streaked forward, impaling Shen Qingsheng’s thigh and pinning him firmly to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng thrashed, but the movement only increased his agony. He hurriedly looked back.

Mo Hua, with a serene expression, pulled the longsword Shen Qingsheng had used to stab him out of his own chest. He pinched the blade lightly with his fingers, reducing it to dust.

"Your Taoist Heart is already rotten..."

Shen Qingsheng’s face was pale with terror.

Mo Hua reached out his pale palm and grasped the empty air.

A faint blue, blood-streaked aura of evil qi rose, forming a suffocating Water Prison Technique. It bound Shen Qingsheng tightly, dragging him slowly back into the Taoist Field and toward the hungry maws of the thousands of vengeful souls.

"Pay back your father's debts first..."

In Solitary Mountain City, the spirits of those who had died in agony held their breath for a moment, then erupted into excited shrieks as the yin winds swirled with joy.