Ambush

The one-eyed sin cultivator led a group of sin cultivators back the way they came, arriving at the foot of the hill and hiding among the bushes, looking up.

Only four people were seen on the quiet little hill.

Ji Qingbai and the others were covered in bloodstains, still meditating to heal their wounds, while the young cultivator stood guard over them with a vigilant expression.

"Not running away, waiting to die here?" Diao Lao San sneered.

But the one-eyed sin cultivator frowned, "I'm afraid it's a trap."

"Should we release our spiritual senses to check?" a sin cultivator suggested.

"We'll be detected."

"But there are no Foundation Establishment cultivators here, we should be careful to check."

"It's that brat, his spiritual sense is ridiculously strong. If we use our spiritual sense to probe, he'll definitely detect us."

"How is that possible?"

"Would I lie to you?"

...

The sin cultivators argued for a few moments, then the one-eyed cultivator asked, "Big brother, what should we do?"

The bald sin cultivator thought for a moment, "Ji Qingbai is an outsider cultivator, he doesn't have much connection in Tongxian City, so there won't be many cultivators helping him."

"As for that brat, he seems to be a local demon hunter, but he's too young, he definitely doesn't know many people."

"Even if there is an ambush, there won't be many people."

"We have enough people to kill them all!"

The one-eyed cultivator nodded, flattering, "Big brother is wise!"

The bald sin cultivator's eyes grew cold as he continued, "What we do is a bloody business, even if the meat is placed on the edge of the knife, there's no reason not to eat it."

The sin cultivators all showed sinister smiles, their eyes greedy.

"Attack!"

The bald sin cultivator ordered.

More than twenty sin cultivators rushed up the hill like hungry wolves, then dispersed, surrounding Mo Hua and the others tightly to prevent them from escaping.

One sin cultivator stepped forward, intending to capture Mo Hua, but as soon as his foot touched the ground, a burst of fire exploded.

The sin cultivator was knocked to the ground, half of his body charred black, curling up in agony, looking miserable.

"Formation?"

The sin cultivators were startled, looking at each other, and stopped moving forward.

The power of the formation was not to be underestimated. For a moment, no one could be sure who had set up the formation and how many had been set up.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense, and both sides began to confront each other again.

Mo Hua looked a little afraid and nervous, but Diao Lao San didn't believe it at all. This brat was so cunning, it was impossible for him to show such an expression.

His eyes were cold as he said, "Brat, stop pretending, let the people who ambushed us come out."

The fear and tension on Mo Hua's face disappeared, and he couldn't help scratching his head, "Did I act so badly?"

He felt like he had done pretty well.

Diao Lao San's eyelids twitched, angrily saying, "You're still playing games at death's door."

"How do you know I'm at death's door?"

Diao Lao San raised his dagger, the blade gleaming with a sinister cold light:

"Wait until I cut your throat and gouge out your eyes, then you'll know."

Mo Hua remained undaunted, "Then why don't you come over?"

Diao Lao San took a step forward, but hesitated.

He didn't know if there were any formations on the ground, so he didn't dare to act recklessly.

However, the one-eyed cultivator frowned, "Something's not right."

The expression of this young cultivator is too calm.

Why is he so calm, just because of a few formations on the ground?

Or is there some other reliance?

At this moment, surrounding Mo Hua and the others, there's no need to worry about startling the snake in the grass, so he wanted to release his spiritual sense to take a look.

But as soon as he released his spiritual sense, he sensed the breath around him, and his face changed drastically in an instant, feeling a chill all over his body.

"Big brother!" The one-eyed cultivator exclaimed.

Before he could say anything, figures of demon hunters appeared one after another on the hills around them, surrounding the group of sin cultivators, densely packed, with roughly more than two hundred people!

The one-eyed cultivator's face showed horror, and the faces of the other sin cultivators also instantly lost their color.

So many demon hunters!

How could there be so many demon hunters?

In such a short time, who could have gathered so many demon hunters in the Inner Mountain?

At the same time, Mo Hua raised his delicate eyebrows, pointed at the sin cultivators, and said crisply, "It's you who are at death's door!"

Before his words fell, the demon hunters on the hill rushed down one after another, densely packed like dark clouds, with a menacing momentum.

"Big brother! What should we do?" The one-eyed cultivator asked anxiously.

The bald sin cultivator's eyes flashed with panic, then he said in a stern voice, "Capture this brat!"

He also guessed that this brat's identity was definitely not ordinary.

Capture him, and they could use him to threaten this group of demon hunters, giving them a way out.

Two sin cultivators rushed towards Mo Hua, but halfway there, they were blown away by the Fire Formation.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several other sin cultivators rushed past the Fire Formation, but one was stopped by Ji Qingbai, and the other was knocked back by Yu Chengyi with a punch.

The remaining few finally reached Mo Hua, but before they could make a move, Mo Hua had already used his Flowing Water Steps to gracefully retreat, and they hadn't even touched the hem of his clothes.

The demon hunters surged forward, and the more than twenty sin cultivators were soon overwhelmed by the tide-like demon hunters and couldn't hold on for long.

Mo Hua withdrew from the battle, scanned with his spiritual sense, his gaze slightly condensed, then he raised his hand and cast a fireball towards a clump of bushes in the distance.

The fireball exploded, and a painful groan came from the bushes, revealing the thin figure of Diao Lao San hiding there.

Mo Hua pointed from a distance and shouted, "Catch that short guy, don't let him escape!"

The nearby demon hunters rushed towards Diao Lao San upon hearing this.

Diao Lao San cursed Mo Hua in his heart.

And he cursed himself for learning this hiding technique. He was restrained by Mo Hua because of it.

Now that the hiding technique was useless, he was like a rat crossing the street in broad daylight, everyone could attack him.

In just a few rounds, Diao Lao San was knocked down by a demon hunter, pressed down, and bound tightly with iron chains.

The outcome of the frontal battle was equally without suspense. Several sin cultivators were killed on the spot, and most of the rest were captured, with only two people escaping.

One was the one-eyed cultivator, who was lucky enough to encounter a demon beast while being pursued by the demon hunters, which blocked the demon hunters' path, so he managed to escape.

The other was the bald sin cultivator, who had excellent footwork and was extremely cunning.

He shouted that he was going to catch Mo Hua, but when he saw that the situation was not good, he was the first to run, with swift and ghostly movements, and the demon hunters couldn't catch up.

After the battle, only a few demon hunters were injured and just needed a few pills to recover.

Each of the sin cultivators was injured, some missing limbs, and they were all locked up together with iron chains.

These iron chains were used to bind demon beasts and were exceptionally strong. These sin cultivators were all injured and basically couldn't escape.

Yu Chengyi looked delighted, "I was worried that we couldn't catch these bastards, but they came back to die on their own."

Mo Hua asked, "Uncle Yu, how should these sin cultivators be dealt with?"

Yu Chengyi thought for a moment and said, "Let's beat them up first, interrogate them, see if we can get anything out of them. Then send them to the Daoist Court and claim some rewards."

These sin cultivators had committed murder and robbery, and it seemed that they were all habitual offenders, so according to the Daoist law, they deserved to die.

The demon hunters would receive rewards, and the Daoist Court would gain merit. It was a win-win situation, so they didn't need to dirty their own hands.

Mo Hua nodded, then pointed at Diao Lao San, "Give me that short guy, I'll ask him something."

Yu Chengyi was slightly stunned, then reached out and grabbed Diao Lao San, carefully looked at him, and then said in surprise, "So it's you!"

He also recognized him. This sin cultivator was the skinny black-clothed cultivator hired by the Qian family when they attacked the spiritual mine.

They had suffered quite a bit from him back then.

Yu Chengyi pinched off Diao Lao San's arm, rendering him powerless to resist, and then threw him in front of Mo Hua:

"You can ask whatever you want."

Mo Hua looked at Diao Lao San with piercing eyes, then suddenly smiled, showing a friendly and kind smile:

"Give me the secret technique you use for hiding!"

(End of the Chapter)