Tuan Penyihir mati dengan mencabut jantungnya sendiri. Suara okarina kepala serigala tiba-tiba berhenti, dan “manusia serigala” di sekitarnya kehilangan kendali dari Tuan Penyihir. Kulit dan daging mereka berubah kembali menjadi wujud manusia, lalu tergeletak berserakan di tanah. Mo Hua menatap Tetua Zhao, wajahnya putih bersih dan elok seperti lukisan, matanya jernih dan polos, namun Tetua Zhao merasakan hawa dingin menjalar di hatinya. Pada saat yang sama, Tetua Zhao memahami maksud Mo Hua. Mo Hua sedang menyuruhnya membunuh. Dengan bertumpu pada pedang panjang bermotif serigala, Tetua Zhao bangkit dan mengerahkan sisa Kekuatan Spiritual Inti Emasnya, lalu menusukkan pedang ke arah Pemimpin Sekte Canglang di dekatnya. Pemimpin Sekte Canglang, yang lumpuh akibat Formasi Runtuh, kehilangan satu lengan dan satu kaki, meski bertarung mati-matian tetap bukan tandingan Tetua Zhao. Terlebih lagi, intimidasi Mo Hua begitu mencekam. Mengingat Mo Hua, yang seperti monster iblis memikat, satu kata saja bisa membuat Tuan Penyihir bunuh diri; Pemimpin Sekte Canglang merasakan dingin menusuk sekujur tubuh, seolah dicemplungkan ke dalam Gudang Es. Ia bertahan sampai puluhan jurus, tetapi akhirnya jantungnya tertembus oleh Tetua Zhao, lalu tenggorokannya ditebas. Pemimpin sekte ini, yang belum lama ini berkuasa dan sewenang-wenang di Kota Canglang, kini kalah dan tewas di tempat. Kejayaan seumur hidup, runtuh hanya dalam sekejap. Tetua Zhao tidak memiliki rasa suka kepada Pemimpin Sekte Canglang. Tetapi melihatnya mati di bawah pedangnya, pencapaian hidupnya hancur, umur panjang berabad-abad lenyap seketika, ia merasakan kesedihan yang tak terlukiskan. Dengan demikian, badai di Toko Penyulingan pun mereda. Perselisihan atas Kepemimpinan Sekte Canglang Tingkat Ketiga berakhir. Di tempat itu, hanya Tetua Zhao dan Mo Hua yang masih berdiri. Tetua Zhao mengangkat mata dan menatap Mo Hua dalam-dalam, merasa pemuda ini, kadang polos, kadang misterius, kadang lugu, kadang mendalam, meski berdiri di bawah sinar matahari dengan mata jernih dan paras tampan, tampak terselubung kabut tebal, dipenuhi Qi Gui, tak meninggalkan sedikit pun celah untuk dipahami. Pemuda “polos” ini mengendalikan semua orang, seperti boneka di tangannya. Semua orang tampak menjadi “mainan”nya, ditarik oleh benang, “digerakkan” untuk bertindak. Ia bahkan tidak perlu mengangkat tangan untuk membunuh; kata-katanya saja sudah bisa merenggut nyawa, tanpa tangannya ternoda darah. Semakin Tetua Zhao berpikir, semakin ia merasa ngeri, sampai tenggorokannya terasa kering, dan ia tidak berani menatap mata Mo Hua. Mo Hua melirik Tetua Zhao dan berkata pelan, “Tetua Zhao...” Nalurinya membuat Tetua Zhao gemetar dan bertanya, “Mo... Tuan Muda Mo... ada perintah?” Mo Hua berkata, “Urusan setelahnya...” Tetua Zhao memaksakan senyum ramah, “Urusan setelahnya akan dibereskan dengan baik oleh Sekte Canglang, Tuan Muda Mo tidak perlu khawatir.” Mo Hua bertanya, “Bagaimana kau akan menanganinya?” Tetua Zhao menilai situasi dan berkata perlahan, “Tuan Muda Mo, Anda...” “Aku hanya kebetulan lewat, urusan Sekte Canglang kalian tidak ada hubungannya denganku,” jawab Mo Hua. Tetua Zhao menghela napas lega dan berkata dengan khidmat, “Metode Kultivasi Pemimpin Sekte menyimpang, menyebabkan kematian mendadak; Sekte Canglang kami harus mengatur pemakaman untuk Pemimpin Sekte Duan, dan memastikan penguburan yang megah.” Mo Hua mengangguk, menatap Tetua Zhao dan menangkupkan tangan: “Kalau begitu, haruskah aku memanggilmu ‘Pemimpin Sekte Zhao’?” Tetua Zhao senang, tetapi tiba-tiba merasa cemas, “Ini... masih terlalu dini...” Mo Hua mengira ia sedang merendah, tetapi Tetua Zhao berkata, “Untuk menjadi Pemimpin Sekte Canglang diperlukan kualifikasi tertentu.” “Kualifikasi?” Mo Hua bingung, “Bukankah Sekte Canglang kalian sekte yang berorientasi keuntungan? Semuanya soal mencari nafkah; siapa yang menang dia yang naik, kualifikasi apa yang diperlukan?” Tetua Zhao berkata, “Itu benar, tetapi tetap ada garis keturunan yang harus dipertimbangkan...” “Jika ingin menjadi Pemimpin Sekte, kau harus pergi ke aula leluhur, bersumpah dengan darah, menulis dekrit pemimpin sekte, membakar dupa untuk para leluhur, dan memohon pengakuan dari para pendahulu. Hanya dengan persetujuan mereka kau bisa memenuhi syarat sebagai Pemimpin Sekte Canglang.” “Maksudmu...” Mo Hua melanjutkan perlahan, “Para pendahulu... Sekte Canglang?” Saat ini, Tetua Zhao, yang tidak menyadari apa yang akan terjadi, mengangguk: “Ya.” Mo Hua tampak senang, “Bawa aku menemui mereka.” “Silakan, Tuan Muda Mo.” Tetua Zhao mulai menuntun Mo Hua. Tetapi setelah beberapa langkah, Mo Hua tiba-tiba teringat sesuatu, dan berkata, “Tunggu.” Tetua Zhao berhenti. Mo Hua berjalan kembali, mendekati Tuan Penyihir yang telah mencabut jantungnya sendiri, mengulurkan tangan untuk menggeledah Kantung Penyimpanannya, tetapi setelah beberapa kali mencoba, menyadari ada yang kurang pantas, ia mengangkat kepala menatap Tetua Zhao, “Tetua Zhao, apa kau keberatan...” Tetua Zhao, yang paham tata krama, langsung berkata, “Silakan saja.” Mo Hua dengan terbuka menggeledah Kantung Penyimpanan Tuan Penyihir. Dari dalamnya, ia mengeluarkan sebuah okarina kepala serigala. Okarina kepala serigala ini, berbentuk kepala serigala, bersuara seperti lolongan serigala, adalah alat musik aneh dengan gaya khas Padang Belantara Barbar. Mo Hua tidak yakin bagaimana menggunakannya, jadi ia memutuskan menyimpannya dulu. Adapun sisanya, ada buku-buku dan Jade Slip, tetapi isinya tidak langka maupun menarik bagi Mo Hua. Setelah merenung sejenak, Mo Hua mengangkat kepala bertanya kepada Tetua Zhao, “Di mana Tuan Penyihir ini tinggal?” Tetua Zhao mengerutkan kening, “Ini pertama kalinya aku melihat orang ini; aku belum pernah melihatnya di dalam sekte.” Mo Hua bertanya lagi, “Apakah Sekte Canglang kalian memiliki area terlarang?” “Ada,” jawab Tetua Zhao, “tetapi area terlarang Sekte Canglang hanya bisa diakses oleh Pemimpin Sekte...” Mo Hua mengangguk dan berkata, “Kalau begitu, kau sebaiknya menjadi Pemimpin Sekte dulu.” Ekspresi Tetua Zhao agak rumit. Kedudukan Pemimpin Sekte Canglang adalah sesuatu yang didambakan siang-malam oleh banyak kultivator di Sekte Canglang, dicari tapi tak kunjung didapat, dan kini tampak seperti sayur murah bagi Tuan Muda Mo ini. Namun, ini memang posisi terdekat yang pernah ia capai seumur hidupnya untuk memimpin Sekte Canglang. “Baiklah.” Setelah itu, Tetua Zhao memerintahkan beberapa orang untuk melakukan penataan kecil di tempat kejadian. Termasuk jasad Pemimpin Sekte Canglang, Tuan Penyihir, dan para tetua yang tewas dalam pertempuran ini, semuanya dibaringkan dan dikirim kembali ke Sekte Canglang.
Bab 2505 - 22: Melanggar Tabu Makan
Mr. Witch died by extracting his own heart.
The sound of the wolf head ocarina abruptly ceased, and the surrounding "werewolves" lost control from Mr. Witch. Their skin and flesh reverted, transforming back into human form, and they scattered haphazardly on the ground.
Mo Hua gazed at Elder Zhao, with his fair, picturesque face and those clear, innocent eyes, yet Elder Zhao felt a chill within his heart.
At the same time, Elder Zhao understood Mo Hua’s intention.
Mo Hua was telling him to kill.
Supporting himself on the wolf pattern long sword, Elder Zhao stood up and summoned the last of his Golden Core Spiritual Power, aiming a stab towards the nearby Canglang Sect Leader.
The Canglang Sect Leader, crippled by the Formation Collapse, having lost an arm and a leg, even if he fought desperately, was no match for Elder Zhao.
Moreover, Mo Hua’s intimidation was overwhelming.
Thinking of Mo Hua, like an alluring demon monster, a single word could drive Mr. Witch to kill himself; the Canglang Sect Leader felt a chill through his body, as if plunged into an Ice Cellar.
He struggled through dozens of rounds but was ultimately pierced through the heart by Elder Zhao, then had his throat cut.
This sect leader, who not so long ago was dominating and tyrannizing in Canglang City, now found himself defeated, dying on the spot.
A lifetime of glory, undone in but a moment.
Elder Zhao had no fondness for the Canglang Sect Leader.
But seeing him die under his sword, his life’s achievements crumbling, centuries of longevity vanishing instantly, he felt an indescribable sense of lamentation.
Thus, the storm at the Refinery Shop dissipated.
The dispute over the Third Grade Canglang Sect Leadership came to an end.
In the scene, only Elder Zhao and Mo Hua remained standing.
Elder Zhao raised his eyes and looked deeply at Mo Hua, feeling that this young man, at times naive, at times enigmatic, at times innocent, at times profound, despite standing in the sunlight with clear eyes and a handsome demeanor, seemed shrouded in a thick fog, filled with Gui Qi, leaving not a single trace of comprehension.
This "innocent" youth manipulated everyone, like puppets in his hands.
Everyone seemed to be his "playthings," led by strings, "maneuvered" to act.
He didn’t even need to wield a hand to kill; his words alone could take lives, without his hands stained with blood.
The more Elder Zhao thought, the more terrified he felt, to the point his throat felt dry, and he didn’t dare meet Mo Hua’s eyes.
Mo Hua glanced at Elder Zhao and softly said, "Elder Zhao..."
Instinctively, Elder Zhao trembled and asked, "Mo... Young Master Mo... any instructions?"
Mo Hua said, "The aftermath..."
Elder Zhao forced a gentle smile, "The aftermath will be handled properly by the Canglang Sect, Young Master Mo need not worry."
Mo Hua asked him, "How will you handle it?"
Elder Zhao discerned the situation and slowly said, "Young Master Mo, you..."
"I’m merely passing by, your Canglang Sect’s matters have nothing to do with me," Mo Hua replied.
Elder Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly said, "The Sect Leader’s Cultivation Method went awry, leading to sudden death; our Canglang Sect should arrange a funeral for Sect Leader Duan, and ensure a grand burial."
Mo Hua nodded, looking at Elder Zhao and clasping his hands together:
"Then should I refer to you as ’Sect Master Zhao’?"
Elder Zhao was delighted but suddenly felt apprehensive, "This... it’s still premature..."
Mo Hua assumed he was being modest, but Elder Zhao said, "Becoming the Sect Leader of the Canglang Sect requires certain qualifications."
"Qualifications?" Mo Hua was puzzled, "Isn’t your Canglang Sect a profit-driven sect? It’s all about earning a living; whoever wins climbs up, what qualifications are needed?"
Elder Zhao said, "That’s true, but there is still a lineage to consider..."
"If you wish to become the Sect Leader, you must go to the ancestral hall, pledge with blood, write the sect leader’s decree, burn incense for the ancestors, and seek recognition from the forefathers. Only with their approval can you qualify as the Canglang Sect Leader."
"You’re saying..." Mo Hua slowly continued, "The Canglang Sect’s... forefathers?"
At this moment, Elder Zhao, unaware of what was to come, nodded:
"Yes."
Mo Hua seemed pleased, "Take me to see them."
"Please, Young Master Mo." Elder Zhao began leading Mo Hua.
But after a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something, saying, "Wait."
Elder Zhao paused.
Mo Hua walked back, approaching the self-heart-extracted Mr. Witch, reaching out to rummage through his Storage Bag, but after a few attempts, realizing some impropriety, he raised his head to look at Elder Zhao, "Elder Zhao, do you mind..."
Elder Zhao, knowing the etiquette, immediately said, "Please, go ahead."
Mo Hua openly searched through Mr. Witch’s Storage Bag.
From it, he pulled out a wolf head ocarina.
This wolf head ocarina, shaped like a wolf’s head, sounding like a wolf’s howl, is a peculiar instrument with a distinctly Barbaric Wilderness style.
Mo Hua was unsure how to use it, so he decided to hold onto it for now.
As for the rest, there were books, Jade Slips, but their content was not rare nor of interest to Mo Hua.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua raised his head to ask Elder Zhao, "Where does this Mr. Witch live?"
Elder Zhao frowned, "It’s my first time seeing this person; I’ve never seen him before within the sect."
Mo Hua asked again, "Does your Canglang Sect have any forbidden areas?"
"Yes," Elder Zhao replied, "but the forbidden areas of the Canglang Sect can only be accessed by the Sect Leader..."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Then you should become the Sect Leader first."
Elder Zhao’s expression was somewhat complex.
The position of Canglang Sect Leader is something many cultivators in the Canglang Sect dream of day and night, seeking in vain, and now it seemed like a cabbage to this Young Master Mo.
However, it was indeed the closest he’d ever been to the Canglang Sect leadership in his life.
"Alright."
Afterward, Elder Zhao ordered some men to make minor arrangements at the scene.
Including the remains of the Canglang Sect Leader, Mr. Witch, and the elders who died in this battle, all were laid to rest and sent back to the Canglang Sect.
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