Chapter 278: Young Master Kong
That young master of the Kong Family, Kong Sheng... he couldn't still be alive, could he?
Curious, Mo Hua followed the fat cultivator out, trailing quietly behind him.
The fat cultivator was completely unaware, carrying a food box as he grumbled under his breath all the way.
"I worked myself to the bone to finally get into Black Mountain Stronghold. I didn't come here to deliver meals for them."
"It'd be one thing if they wouldn't let me learn evil arts, but they won't let me do a single proper job either. Every day, all I do is deliver food to these pieces of trash."
"Damn it, a bunch of idiots who can't recognize talent..."
"Back outside, my name carried real weight too..."
Mo Hua understood. This fat cultivator resented being "a talent left unrecognized."
He felt that Black Mountain Stronghold was blind to his worth—refusing to teach him evil arts, refusing to let him murder and plunder, making him deliver meals and run errands instead—and so he was dissatisfied.
Mo Hua silently curled his lip.
Sure enough, mud could not be plastered onto a wall, ivory would never come from a dog's mouth, and rotten wood could not be carved.
He did not want to do a single decent thing; all he thought about was harming others.
Still muttering curses under his breath, the fat cultivator passed through several paths, rounded a few walls, and arrived before a secluded room. He rapped on the iron door.
"Young Master Kong, it's time to eat."
As he spoke, the fat cultivator dumped all the food into the large bowl before the door as though feeding a pig, then passed the bowl through the gap beneath the door.
Having delivered the meal, the fat cultivator was about