"Uncle Mo."
Qian Yiling and Qian Ziyan stood on either side, shielding the person behind them like hens protecting a chick.
As the one being protected, Qian Wanyu watched her mother and eldest uncle stand resolutely in front of her with a touch of helplessness. "Master Mo, I actually have a way to set up another Blood-Sacrifice Formation for you."
As its name suggested, a blood-sacrifice formation was refined by feeding it fresh blood. Ordinary Spirit Masters dared not use one to pave their cultivation path, because such formations absorbed too much hatred, anger, negativity, and curses. Even a brief stay would let its resentment corrode an ordinary person's mind, leaving them mad or dead. Most would willingly throw themselves into the sacrifice as though controlled. Spirit Masters were no different. All the negativity they encountered during cultivation would become heart demons, which would emerge during advancement to obstruct their path, or even lead them to their deaths. Thus, the Empire did not accept cultivation aided by such sinister formations. In private, it was called-an evil art.
Pig Immortal Grass had been right. Apart from Qian Wanyu, who could break Mo Lu's damned formation, everyone else would be better off staying away. Even if they could break it, failing to protect their soul seas would drive them mad, or worse, kill them.
Mo Lu was simply bored and looking for trouble. He was alone now, anyway. The Mo Family was gone, and the household guards who had served him for years had been devoured by death aura in that sudden catastrophe, leaving not even scraps behind. He was utterly alone.
Besides, he had never been one to mourn the wind and lament autumn. Hearing at the Spirit Exorcist Guild that a Death Spirit Master had appeared, he had hurried over,