The one-eyed cultivator showed an expression of disbelief.
If Zhao Hu wasn't heavily injured or dead, there was no way someone else could have his storage pouch.
Originally, he had thought that after Zhao Hu killed the Ji family kid, he could come back and lend a hand, then they could kill all these cultivators.
Now, not only hadn't Zhao Hu killed anyone, but he might have been killed himself.
The one-eyed sin cultivator cursed.
At this moment, he didn't have the time to think about who might have defeated Zhao Hu.
If they kept delaying, when the demon hunters arrived, they would be the ones to die.
After weighing the situation for a moment, the one-eyed sin cultivator could only grit his teeth and say, "Retreat first!"
The other sin cultivators felt reluctant, but they also knew that the situation was beyond their control now. They could only glare with resentment and prepare to retreat.
Seeing them planning to retreat, Mo Hua's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said:
"That short one, are you called Diao Lao San?"
The short concealed cultivator stopped in his tracks, his gaze cold.
He had been in the cultivation world for a hundred years, when had he been shouted at like this by a kid?
Mo Hua pretended to advise, "Your concealment technique isn't working, I saw through it at a glance. Next time you see me, just run away, or else you'll embarrass yourself again."
Diao Lao San couldn't help but feel anger surging within him.
Mo Hua continued with a sneer, "Or maybe you should change your name, not Diao Lao San anymore, but Diao Tail. When you see me, just tuck your tail and run."
Diao Lao San was so angry he nearly bit his tongue, feeling a surge of blood rushing to his throat, almost making him vomit.
The one-eyed sin cultivator said coldly, "Don't be provoked by him. We'll settle the score with him later!"
Diao Lao San looked at Mo Hua resentfully, seemingly intent on etching Mo Hua's appearance firmly into his mind.
Afterward, the other sin cultivators remained silent and gradually retreated until their figures disappeared into the dense forest.
Ji Qingbai and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua, however, felt somewhat regretful that he couldn't keep Diao Lao San, the concealed cultivator, behind.
In his spiritual sense, he had already sensed the presence of the demon hunters, and they would soon come to support.
Uncle Ji and the others were injured and couldn't rashly pursue, and Mo Hua alone couldn't detain those sin cultivators.
But fortunately, everyone was fine, which put Mo Hua's mind at ease.
Mo Hua distributed the pills refined by Mr. Feng to the three of them.
The two demon hunters thanked him, took the pills, and began to meditate to heal their injuries.
Ji Qingbai, however, looked worried as he glanced at Mo Hua, hesitating to speak.
Mo Hua said, "Brother Ji is indeed still alive, but his injuries are severe. You should hurry and heal yourself so you can go see him sooner."
Ji Qingbai nodded hastily, gulped down the pill, and also began to adjust his breath to heal his injuries.
Before long, some demon hunters arrived.
Previously, with the sudden fog and disorientation, some demon hunters had become separated.
Now that the fog had cleared, those who saw the smoke signals could come to support.
At the same time, the one-eyed sin cultivator, Diao Lao San, and the others fled along the rugged mountain path and arrived at a wooded area.
As the one-eyed cultivator walked, he suddenly looked up and saw people ahead. He instructed everyone to scatter and lie in ambush in the bushes on both sides.
After a while, more than a dozen cultivators approached from the front, all dressed in black, none of them looking like good people.
The one-eyed cultivator breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them and stepped forward, clasping his fists, "Big brother!"
The one called big brother was a bald sin cultivator with a cultivation level of the ninth stage of Qi refining, of medium build, with eagle-like eyes and sharp earlobes. He frowned and asked, "How did things go? How about Zhao Hu?"
The one-eyed sin cultivator couldn't speak.
How did things go?
Could he say that he was played by a greenhorn kid, delaying the time, so he couldn't kill Ji Qingbai, and Zhao Hu's whereabouts were unknown, his life or death uncertain?
He couldn't afford to lose face in front of so many people.
The one-eyed sin cultivator could only grit his teeth and say, "The demon hunters arrived quickly, and Zhao Hu's life or death is uncertain."
The bald sin cultivator's gaze turned cold.
Diao Lao San estimated the number of cultivators present, then turned to the bald cultivator and clasped his hands, "Big brother, there are many of us now. Why don't we turn back and catch them off guard?"
Diao Lao San's voice carried a hint of resentment.
He wanted to kill the little cultivator who used fireball techniques!
He had suffered several losses at the hands of that kid.
As they left, that brat actually continued to ridicule and mock him, pouring scorn on him in every way possible. Even now, he felt resentment and frustration just thinking about those words.
Had he ever suffered such humiliation before?
What was most crucial was that his concealment technique and all his skills were tightly restrained by that brat.
Unless he got rid of that brat, sooner or later he would fall into his hands!
Unless, as that brat said, he became a coward and ran away whenever he saw that brat.
But if he really did that, he would lose face, and he would never have any dignity left to mix in the Black Mountain Prefecture again.
That would be more painful than killing him!
Diao Lao San continued, "They must not have gone far yet. If we turn back now, that Ji guy is as good as dead, and the other demon hunters can be killed too!"
Especially that damn little cultivator, if he didn't crush that brat, he couldn't relieve the hatred in his heart.
The one-eyed sin cultivator's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"Big brother, this plan is feasible. We have the numbers advantage now, we can settle this quickly."
The bald cultivator pondered for a moment before slowly saying:
"If we kill the one surnamed Ji, the Kong family will pay the remaining spiritual stones. Let's go together, act quickly, kill them and then retreat!"
All the sin cultivators echoed "yes," and then their figures flickered as they headed toward the small hill.
On the small hill, Mo Hua was still there, and more and more demon hunters were arriving, making Mo Hua surprised.
The Neshan was so vast, he couldn't have attracted so many demon hunters with just a few smoke signals.
After learning the whole story, Mo Hua was a bit dumbfounded.
Previously, because of the fog, many demon hunters had become separated.
Generally, when there was heavy fog, it was best to stay put, but this was the Neshan, and there were dangers everywhere. Whether it was encountering demon beasts, poison marshes, or being attacked by cultivators, demon hunters had to continue searching for their way in the fog, inevitably getting separated.
After the fog cleared, the demon hunters gradually regrouped.
Those who saw the smoke signals could come over to support and spread the message to each other.
Some demon hunters had seen Mo Hua and said, "Someone is injured, Mo Hua is also here."
This news spread quickly, and soon it turned into "Mo Hua is also injured."
When the demon hunters heard this, they were instantly enraged.
Mo Hua was injured, how could this be tolerated?
As soon as they heard the news, regardless of how far away they were, they rushed over.
Some were still chasing wounded demon beasts, some were skinning and butchering demon beasts, some had packed up their storage pouches and were preparing to descend the mountain. As soon as they heard the news, they stopped what they were doing and rushed over immediately.
So the number of demon hunters gathered on the small hill kept increasing, reaching almost a hundred...
After learning the whole story, Mo Hua was moved and somewhat amused.
After a while, Yu Chengyi also arrived.
He had been hunting demon beasts on the other side, so he arrived panting. When he saw Mo Hua, he asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Mo Hua had said this dozens of times already.
Yu Chengyi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Then he became puzzled, "Why did I hear someone say you were injured?"
Mo Hua helplessly said, "Someone is injured, but it's not me."
"That's good." Yu Chengyi nodded, then became a little angry and ordered:
"Tell everyone that Mo Hua is fine, stop spreading rumors."
If this continued, his father, Elder Yu, would probably come up the mountain personally.
Yu Chengyi looked around and then asked, "What happened?"
Mo Hua briefly explained the situation with Ji Li being chased, Ji Qingbai and two demon hunters being besieged.
Yu Chengyi was furious, "These bastards, staying in the mountains will be a disaster sooner or later, they'll be slaughtered sooner or later!"
Mo Hua also felt regretful.
If the Inner Mountain wasn't so vast, if the demon hunters had come a little earlier, or if those sin cultivators had been provoked by him a little longer, they could have been detained.
Mo Hua spread his spiritual sense and scanned around, feeling somewhat disappointed.
"That short guy who knows concealment techniques can really endure. I insulted him so much, yet he didn't even think about coming back to trouble me?"
Are they all like Qian Hong, hiding like turtles?
Mo Hua thought to himself.
After a while, Ji Qingbai finished healing, eager to see Ji Li's condition, and everyone prepared to descend the mountain.
Suddenly, Mo Hua's spiritual sense moved, and his eyes gradually brightened. He hurriedly said, "Wait."
The group of demon hunters stopped, looking at him in confusion.
Mo Hua concentrated his mind, pushed his spiritual sense to the extreme, then opened his eyes and smiled, saying:
"A big fish has been hooked."
(End of the Chapter)