Chapter 282: Chapter 281 Chain_1
The next day, when Scarface was about to Replenish from others, he found that the woman he used for Replenishment had died.
Scarface found it hard to believe.
She had been fine before, so why had she suddenly lost the will to live and sought her own death?
Scarface was both angry and irritable.
He was at a critical point in his cultivation, needing to Replenish daily, or his Evil Skills would surely backlash.
In the short term, it was fine, at most causing fiery energy to surge up and his mood to become volatile.
But if it went on for too long, the backlash would intensify, causing minor spiritual power disarray or, at worst, complete loss of sanity.
He needed to find another woman to serve as his cauldron!
But the desolate Big Black Mountain, where could he find a woman to Replenish from?
Recently, the Householder had even sent a message down, asking the brothers of the Black Mountain Stronghold to keep a low profile and commit fewer offenses outside, so as not to attract attention.
He was already short of cauldrons, and now he was truly out of options.
With no other choice, Scarface could only try to suppress the fiery energy and curb the desire to avoid losing his sanity.
To the right within the Black Mountain Stronghold, there was a waterfall.
The water from the waterfall streamed down from the mountain, like white silk cascading across and falling into the stronghold, then flowing down into the abyss below.
The water of the waterfall was ice-cold to the bone.
Seeing no one around, Scarface took off his Taoist Robe and storage bag and placed them to one side, sitting alone under the waterfall in meditation, using the coldness of the waterfall to suppress the fiery energy.
But such a method was only a temporary fix and didn’t address the root of the problem.
The unbearable heat within him still made him feel like he was burning up.
His temperament became increasingly irritable and cruel, so he didn’t notice that Mo Hua, who was hiding nearby, quietly picked up his clothes and storage bag.
Mo Hua secured his storage bag and then threw Scarface’s Taoist Robe onto the cliff’s edge by the waterfall.
Below the cliff was an abyss; a fall would mean certain death.
Then Mo Hua patiently waited nearby.
About half an hour later, Scarface under the waterfall opened his eyes, feeling the fiery energy inside him slightly recede, and got up to leave. He saw that his Taoist Robe and storage bag were gone.
Scarface frowned and looked around, spotting his Taoist Robe at the edge of the waterfall.
“Was it washed away?” he thought irritably.
He went to the edge of the waterfall and picked up the Taoist Robe.
At the same time, Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed and he focused his Qi, launching three consecutive Fireball Techniques.
The three Fireball Techniques were fast and accurate.
The first hit Scarface in the face, meant to take him by surprise; the second struck his chest, to unbalance him; the third aimed at his knees, trying to make him slip off the cliff to his death.
The three Fireballs exploded in quick succession, catching Scarface off guard.
As Mo Hua had anticipated, Scarface was initially shocked, then stumbled backward, and finally slipped at the brink, starting to fall down below the waterfall.
Just as Mo Hua thought he was undoubtedly doomed,
Suppression in his anger, Scarface’s face darkened as he walked toward the stronghold.
Mo Hua walked in front of him, first tossing his storage bag at the Pale-faced Man’s door, then knocked.
The Pale-faced Man was meditating in his room.
Without the Spirit Slave, his practice was extraordinarily slow, and he asked with displeasure, “Who is it?”
Mo Hua knocked again but did not speak.
The Pale-faced Man frowned, got up to open the door, and found a storage bag at the doorstep.
“Whose storage bag is this? What’s it doing here?”
A cultivator’s storage bag is an important possession, always kept close; it couldn’t just be thrown around.
Could this be some sort of trick?
The Pale-faced Man looked around warily but saw no one.
He looked down at the storage bag again and noticed that it was open, revealing some Spirit Stones and a book with the words “Replenishing” on the cover.
The Pale-faced Man paused for a moment, then was overjoyed.
He had been troubled that his Spirit Slave had died and it would be a hassle to raise another, seeking the Replenishing Cultivation Technique to no avail, but unexpectedly, luck had come without any effort on his part.
He who doesn’t seize the fortune bestowed upon him will ultimately invite disaster upon himself.
The Pale-faced Man picked up the storage bag feeling entirely justified, pulled out the Replenishing Cultivation Technique book, and was about to take a look when he looked up and saw Scarface walking over with a dark expression, his gaze fixed on the storage bag in his hand.
The Pale-faced Man was startled, paused to think, and couldn’t help but ask:
“Is this storage bag yours?”
Scarface nodded, his mind filled with curses:
“Still playing dumb with me? A coward who dares to do but not admit!”
Scarface held down his anger, asking, “How did it end up in your hands?”
The Pale-faced Man responded truthfully, “It fell at my door, I picked it up.”
Scarface’s eyelids twitched.
Couldn’t even come up with a decent lie, thinks I’m a fool?
“Give it to me,” Scarface reached out his hand.
However, the Pale-faced Man smiled and said, “I’ll give it to you, but I want to take a look at this Replenishing Cultivation Technique.”
Scarface nodded, “Fine.”
Once Scarface said this and stepped forward to take the storage bag, the Pale-faced Man, unsuspecting, put the Replenishing Cultivation Technique into his chest and handed over the storage bag.
The moment Scarface took hold of the storage bag, he suddenly exploded with movement, his claws sweeping through the air, his moves ruthless.
His fingertips, like fine iron and wrapped in a sinister green Spiritual Power, pierced directly through the Pale-faced Man’s heart meridian, and then he savagely tore downward, ripping open flesh and spattering blood everywhere.
The Pale-faced Man’s face was one of disbelief.
He tried to counterattack, but as soon as he raised his hand and before he could condense any Spell, Scarface had already gripped his throat.
The Pale-faced Man rasped, “Why... kill me?”
Hearing this, Scarface grew even angrier, “Still playing dumb, even when you’re about to die?”
After saying this, he squeezed hard, his fingers puncturing the Pale-faced Man’s neck, killing him instantly.