Disaster Strikes

Disaster Strikes

Cheng Mo and the others were deeply puzzled. "Senior Martial Brother, what do you need these things for?"

Mo Hua said solemnly, "This concerns Dao Court Office secrets. I can't tell you for now, and until I get the items and study them, I'm not entirely sure either..."

Dao Court Office secrets!

The disciples all turned grave inwardly.

As expected of Senior Martial Brother—he even knew Dao Court Office secrets.

"But," one disciple asked doubtfully, "encrypted letters are one thing, but blank Jade Slips and Message Tokens with their messages erased... aren't those useless already?"

"It's fine. I have my ways," Mo Hua said calmly.

"Oh, oh."

The disciples nodded, somewhat bewildered.

Primal Magnetism Arrays were considered an unusual, obscure branch of array formations—a branch of Eight Trigrams Thunder Arrays, yet one that stood apart from the orthodox, widely taught inheritance of Five Elements Eight Trigrams Arrays.

Void Gate did not teach them. These disciples rarely encountered them in general and knew very little about them.

But they truly were merely the horns of ordinary sheep demons, with nothing to do with the Evil God of the Great Wilderness.

"That cultivator's answers were watertight, but his gaze occasionally flickered away. He seemed to be concealing something."

Put up a bounty through the Dao Court Office!

Most of the time, disciples as junior as them could only take simple bounties, or ones that others had passed over.

Cheng Mo was better off. He knew Mo Hua had some connections in the Dao Court Office.

At a higher level, there would even be places like Void Gate's Merit Pavilion, which housed the sect's many treasured collections...

Mo Hua's heart brimmed with anticipation.

"Senior Martial Brother, your Eight Trigrams Mountain Stone Armor is truly useful. Those Evil Cultivators who practiced Demon