Du Tian Dao Sect

"Fifth Brother." Chen Mo rode along, calling out and waving toward Mo Hu in the distance.

Ever since they had reunited with Zhao Yuncheng, they had two carriages and two horses.

He rode one of the horses ahead to scout the road, while Zhao Yuncheng and the other recruits followed behind with the supplies.

Mo Hu was delighted to see him as well. He hurriedly jumped down from the carriage and dashed toward Chen Mo.

"Did something happen on your end?" He reached Chen Mo and immediately asked the question.

There was no doubt that he must have encountered some unexpected situation as well.

"That's right. Did you also run into some demon practitioners with strange abilities?" Chen Mo dismounted and asked.

"Mm. I did run into one. His strength was no weaker than mine, and, more importantly, he was impervious to blades and spears. No weapon could do anything to him. Even martial artists who practiced hard-body techniques couldn't possibly have such an indestructible body."

Mo Hu's brows furrowed slightly. Clearly, dealing with someone impervious to blades and spears had given him quite a headache.

"Luckily, we had the numbers and had brought some rope, so we barely managed to capture him." He pointed toward the carriage driving toward them. Layer upon layer of hemp rope had bound a man tightly on top of it.

That man was indeed impervious to blades and spears, but in the end, he was still human, not a monster.

The knots binding him had been tied extremely tight and were difficult to break free from. If he struggled by force, he might even tear his own bones apart.

"Then what you encountered was much better than what Seventh Brother and I faced." Chen Mo sighed softly and briefly recounted what he and Zhao Yuncheng had encountered.

Mo Hu listened extremely carefully from the side, and his expression grew increasingly astonished. Although he had only heard the account, he could imagine just how terrifying that situation must have been.

Compared with Chen Mo and the others, the opponent he had encountered was far too weak.

His opponent had indeed been somewhat strange, but still fell within the range ordinary people could understand.

The things Chen Mo and the others had encountered, however, were clearly beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Haha, now you know how formidable the Celestial Masters are, right? Hurry up and release me. I'll plead with the Celestial Masters for you, and they may even leave your corpses intact." The man bound by Mo Hu suddenly burst into laughter, his tone incredibly arrogant.

"They encountered Celestial Masters. Then what are you?" Mo Hu smiled at him, trying to draw out information.

The reason he had not gagged the man immediately was that he wanted to coax more information out of him and learn the specifics of the situation.

"I'm naturally part of the Du Tian Sect..." The man tried to speak, but immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly shut his mouth.

"Didn't you interrogate him?" Chen Mo asked in a lowered voice.

"Couldn't do much. This man is impervious to blades and spears, and he doesn't feel anything no matter how much he's beaten. I figured that if all else failed, I'd go out and find some black-dog blood and virgin's urine to try." Mo Hu shook his head and answered quietly.

There was a folk saying that virgin's urine and black-dog blood could break evil techniques. They couldn't use them at the moment, so they could only go out and look for them later.

"I once heard that a martial artist's blood and qi far surpass those of ordinary people and can also break evil techniques. I wonder if it will work?" Chen Mo looked at the man and spoke.

The blood and qi within his body surged, allowing him to repel the words that had tried to burrow into his mind. Perhaps it could also break the technique that made this man impervious to blades and spears.

"Will that work?" Mo Hu sounded somewhat doubtful, but Chen Mo had already sliced open his palm.

Even if it didn't work, he would only lose some blood. Given his recovery speed, the wound would probably heal before tonight was over.

Blood splattered down. The man had not felt anything at first, but as Chen Mo's blood spilled over him—

It was like drops of water falling onto a scorching iron plate, producing a sizzling sound.

The man's originally robust body was slowly shrinking. The blood-red color that had appeared on his skin from the circulation of his blood and qi was now changing back to the skin tone of an ordinary person.

The smile on his face abruptly froze, and he finally revealed a panicked expression.

"Speak. What's your name? Why did you come here? What's your relationship with those demon practitioners? Who are they, and what are they trying to do?" Chen Mo demanded sternly.

The man still refused to speak, stubbornly keeping his mouth shut. Seeing this, Mo Hu did not hesitate at all. He dragged him off the carriage and flung him onto the ground.

"Fucking hell, are you talking or not!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he turned his spear into a staff and smashed it directly into the man's palm.

With a single blow, the entire palm twisted instantly, and who knew how many finger bones were crushed.

The fingers were connected to the heart. Though the man was bound tightly, he still could not stop himself from shrieking and struggling.

Fortunately, his strength was far inferior to before, so there was no need to worry about him snapping his own bones.

Mo Hu's method of interrogation was extremely simple and brutal. He said nothing unnecessary. For every word, he struck once.

Before long, both of the man's palms had become a mass of mangled flesh.

It had to be said that this method was indeed effective. Under the torture, Mo Hu obtained most of the information Chen Mo wanted in less than two hours.

This group of demon practitioners all came from the Du Tian Dao Sect. Those like him, who possessed great strength and became impervious to blades and spears after casting their techniques, were called Lishi. Those who could use their tongues and arms to injure people were called Celestial Masters.

Furthermore, they called their tongues and arms flying swords. The Celestial Masters all controlled swords to kill their enemies.

They were not from Xingyuan Prefecture, but had come here from Anyang Prefecture. As for why they had come, the several Celestial Masters had said that certain things here had ripened, and they had come to collect them.

The reason he had separated from those Celestial Masters was that he was not qualified to come into contact with those things, so he could only wait where he was. That was why Mo Hu had been able to capture him.

According to him, five Celestial Masters had come with him this time, and they had all gone to different places.

That was everything he knew. Aside from that, he knew nothing.

Within the Du Tian Dao Sect, his status was extremely low, only slightly better than that of an ordinary believer. He could barely be considered one of the sect's people.

However, judging from the way he had shouted and boasted, he claimed that if Chen Mo and the others dared to attack a Celestial Master, the Du Tian Dao Sect would definitely not let them off.

Chen Mo naturally could not take such a threat to heart.

If he had not killed that person then, that person would have killed him.

As the saying went, "Better to meet the magistrate than the coroner."

Future dangers were matters for the future. If he had not killed that person before, he would never have lived until now.

"You take him and ride the two horses. Hurry back and report what happened here to Godfather. I'll go look for the other brothers. Once I find them, we'll leave together." Mo Hu removed the reins from his horse and gave the order.

Although they still did not know exactly what the Du Tian Dao Sect's people wanted to do, one thing was already certain.

Four demon practitioners were still alive in this area. Even if one of them was seriously injured, the other three could not be underestimated.

Under these circumstances, whoever left the area first would undoubtedly be safer. Staying here would inevitably carry risks.

"You three, push one carriage and escort Seventh Brother to Qingmu County. The rest of you, come with me to search for the others."

Mo Hu thought it over briefly before quickly issuing his orders.

Chen Mo was young, and as his elder brother, Mo Hu had to look after him, so he sent him to seek reinforcements, which was a relatively safe task.

As for Seventh Brother Zhao Yuncheng, he had lost an arm. Leaving him behind would only make him a burden, so Mo Hu arranged for people to send him to Qingmu County to recuperate.

As for himself, he had to find the others and make sure they left as quickly as possible.

From how those demon practitioners had attacked Zhao Yuncheng without a word, it was clear that they were not people to be trifled with. He had to notify the others to leave at once.

"Fifth Brother, you must be careful." Chen Mo earnestly warned Mo Hu.

He nodded without saying much more, then hurriedly left with a group of people to search for Mo Dao.

Chen Mo also rode away at full speed, heading to the military camp to seek reinforcements.