Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2058 Chapter 982: Fulfilling the Promise (Part 2)

This hidden treasure of the Great Wilderness royalty served as the gateway to the Great Wilderness Taoist Repository. Its exposure would undoubtedly ignite a violent conflict, bringing endless misfortune upon anyone holding it.

Furthermore, the private possession of a Dragon Vein was a grave matter...

"The Taoist Court won't charge me with 'insurrection,' will they?"

"The Great Wilderness is a site for a Karma Dragon, and this vein belongs to that lineage rather than a True Dragon, so I expect it should be fine..."

Mo Hua felt a lingering sense of trepidation in his heart.

After all, he was a law-abiding person who had never entertained thoughts of rebellion.

After considering his options, Mo Hua wrapped the Dragon Vein in a dark cloth and stowed it away with great care.

The following morning, he paid a visit to Elder Master Xun to "surrender" the Dragon Vein.

Mo Hua was well aware that Elder Master Xun was likely cognizant of everything he brought into the Sect. Out of affection for him, the Elder had simply chosen to look the other way.

This was a sign of Elder Master Xun's confidence in him.

However, he needed to maintain his sense of propriety and avoid overstepping his bounds.

Currently, he lacked the power to manage this Dragon Vein, making it wiser to entrust it to the Sect.

As expected, the moment Elder Master Xun laid eyes on the black cloth Mo Hua presented, he grasped what lay within without needing to inspect it.

"Have you grown bored of playing with it?"

Mo Hua looked slightly sheepish. "I couldn't make heads or tails of it..."

Elder Master Xun gave a nod. "I shall safeguard it for you, then. Once you have reached a level of Cultivation where you can comprehend its secrets, you may return to claim it."

Mo Hua felt both thankful and a bit nervous, so he lowered his voice to ask:

"Elder Master, will keeping this Dragon Vein ourselves cause any friction with the Taoist Court?"

Elder Master Xun arched an eyebrow. "There is no need for concern. What grounds would the Taoist Court have to complain? The dragons of this world are not their exclusive property."

"Furthermore, you have not flayed a True Dragon, nor have you harvested its tendons or refined its Dragon Vein. You merely happened upon a Karma Dragon's Vein; the Taoist Court has no reason to harass you for that."

"Besides, this is a secret known only to the heavens, the earth, you, and me."

"With this Dragon Vein hidden within our Taixu Gate, the Taoist Court remains oblivious, so no trouble shall arise."

Relief washed over Mo Hua, and he gave Elder Master Xun a wide grin. "Then I shall leave it in your hands, Elder Master."

Elder Master Xun dismissed him with a wave. "Set your mind at ease. Devote yourself to your Cultivation."

"Understood."

Mo Hua nodded cheerfully, performed a respectful bow, and departed.

Elder Master Xun sighed and shook his head with a touch of amusement. Turning his gaze toward the Dragon Vein, he noticed its aura seemed slightly diminished, causing him to wonder:

"I truly wonder what that boy has been doing to it..."

...

After parting ways with Elder Master Xun, Mo Hua resumed his daily Cultivation routine.

Several days later, taking advantage of a break, he set out toward Kushan Mountain.

Now that the affairs of Solitary Mountain City and the Dragon Vein were largely settled, Mo Hua finally found the opportunity for this journey.

His goal was to return the "Lifebound Divine Statue" of Lord Yellow Mountain to its proper home.

This task had been specifically requested by Lord Yellow Mountain.

When one accepts a commission, one must see it through to completion.

Since he had given his word, he was determined to fulfill the promise.

Furthermore, Lord Yellow Mountain had bestowed a lavish parting gift upon him before his passing.

Because the trek was quite long, Xun Ziyou naturally came along as his escort.

Mo Hua secured the statue—which remained hidden and imperceptible to others—onto Xun Ziyou's back.

The pair traveled by carriage until they reached the slopes of Kushan Mountain.

The mountain was a place of deep silence and thick foliage.

A dense layer of fallen leaves blanketed the ground, stretching from the foothills all the way to the summit.

They climbed upward, their footsteps crunching against the soft debris, until they arrived at the crumbling temple.

Mo Hua spoke up, "Elder Xun, I will take it from here. I need to go inside by myself."

Xun Ziyou looked at the lonely mountain and the dilapidated, empty temple, his brow furrowing in concern.

"You are going in alone?"

Mo Hua gave a nod. "I am going to see an old friend."

"An old friend?" Xun Ziyou asked, sounding confused.

"Yes," Mo Hua said softly. "My friend is quite timid and dislikes being disturbed. Please do not reveal the location of this temple to anyone, Elder Xun."

Xun Ziyou nodded, though he remained skeptical.

It felt quite bizarre to him.

However, Mo Hua was famous for his eccentricities, so such strange behavior wasn't entirely unexpected.

It merely caused Xun Ziyou to sigh to himself; Mo Hua's social circle was truly vast and varied.

Except...

Xun Ziyou peered at the hollow temple and thought: Does this even qualify as a human "social circle"?

Meanwhile, Mo Hua entered the ruined temple while lugging the statue.

The Lifebound Divine Statue was quite heavy, but luckily Elder Xun had done the heavy lifting for most of the trip, leaving Mo Hua to carry it only for the final stretch.

Stepping inside, Mo Hua looked up and spotted Lord Yellow Mountain within the clay figure.

The spirit remained dutifully inside the broken temple.

It had little choice; given its current state, it wasn't exactly capable of going out for a stroll.

The place saw no visitors.

Even if someone did show up, Lord Yellow Mountain wouldn't have been pleased anyway.

In a desolate wilderness teeming with wolves, tigers, and restless ghosts, what sort of "guests" would seek out such a battered Mountain God?

Lord Yellow Mountain's own mood was quite complicated.

A few days prior, amidst the usual drab and lonely routine of his existence, a sudden feeling of dread had washed over him.

He was certain that another major event was looming.

He had spent days fretting and pacing, losing his appetite to the point that even his usual offerings felt unpalatable.

Today, with the sun providing a pleasant warmth, Lord Yellow Mountain looked up and saw that his "Little Ancestor," Mo Hua, had returned.

As was his custom, Lord Yellow Mountain drifted out from the clay vessel, offering a friendly smile and greeting Mo Hua with his hands clasped.

"I trust you have been well, young friend. What brings you back to this humble spirit's wretched temple?"

Mo Hua set the statue down on the floor.