Hiding technique!
Mo Hua had long coveted this technique.
When he first saw Diao Lao San use this technique, Mo Hua wanted to learn it.
Although Elder Yu said he had the Small Five Elements spiritual root and wasn't suitable for learning this technique, how could he know without trying?
Previously, he thought that this hidden cultivator had been chopped to death by random knives, and couldn't help but feel regretful.
But he didn't expect him to appear again, which was a pleasant surprise.
Since he had appeared, he shouldn't think about running away.
Mo Hua must extract the secret technique of hiding.
He was already at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and his body technique was temporarily sufficient, but he only knew one fireball technique.
The power was inadequate compared to others, but it was still passable.
However, Mo Hua's spiritual root was not considered good, and his technique did not have any amplification effect on spiritual power, so the power of his technique would not be very strong. Even if he learned another attack-type technique, it wouldn't make much difference.
Mo Hua wanted to learn some more practical techniques.
The hiding technique was more suitable.
With a strong spiritual sense, one could hide their breath, making it difficult for others to detect them, while the hiding technique could conceal one's form, making it impossible for others to see them.
With Mo Hua's powerful spiritual sense and learning the hiding technique, he would basically be safe.
In the pursuit of longevity through cultivation, since one sought longevity, one must first live.
Diao Lao San had his arm twisted by Yu Chengyi, sweating profusely from the pain, and angrily said, "No way!"
Having been defeated by this brat several times, he wanted nothing more than to kill him. How could he possibly hand over the technique to him?
Mo Hua snorted, "Don't offer wine if you're not going to drink the punishment!"
But Diao Lao San gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
Mo Hua looked at him, then suddenly brightened his eyes and asked Yu Chengyi, "Uncle Yu, where's his storage pouch?"
When sin cultivators were captured, dead or alive, their storage pouches would be taken away, and they would be marked.
Yu Chengyi rummaged through and pulled out a storage pouch embroidered with blue water patterns, tossing it to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua emptied the contents of the storage pouch.
There were two spare daggers, one was a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the other wasn't. It was probably just used as a temporary substitute.
A few bottles of poison, with labels indicating the names of the poisons, were used to smear on the daggers.
There were also several bottles of antidotes, although there were no words written on them, the colors of the bottles corresponded to the poisons.
There were also several books on techniques and Daoist methods, but Mo Hua glanced at them roughly and found them to be common goods.
There was no secret technique of hiding.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, "Where did you hide the technique?"
Diao Lao San gritted his teeth, "You brat, I won't tell you!"
"Do you dare to curse me?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, took out his Thousand Jin Club, and angrily said, "Watch me beat your mouth to a pulp!"
Yu Chengyi quickly stopped him, "No need to use force, don't tire yourself out."
Mo Hua wasn't a body cultivator and wasn't good at refining his body. He might really hurt himself.
Besides, there were so many demon hunters here, where would they need him to act?
The other demon hunters went up to beat Diao Lao San.
They had guarded the spiritual mine before and had seen many companions fall under Diao Lao San's poisonous daggers. Naturally, they were full of resentment. Now was a good time to vent it.
After beating him up, Yu Chengyi called a halt.
Mo Hua continued, "Will you talk now?"
Diao Lao San spat out a mouthful of blood and softened, "If I talk, will you spare my life?"
Mo Hua coldly snorted, "Dream on."
He raised two tiny fingers and continued, "You only have two choices. One is to tell the truth, and we'll take you to the Daoist Court. Whether you live or die depends on how the Daoist Court judges..."
"The second option is if you don't speak, we'll chop you to death with knives right now. Anyway, you're just a sin cultivator, so dying now would be no different from dying later."
Diao Lao San said coldly, "Death is death, why should I speak?"
He knew well the crimes he had committed, and if he fell into the hands of the Daoist Court, death was inevitable.
"One is a possibility of death, the other is death right now. There's a big difference." Mo Hua explained to him, "Once you're in the Daoist Court, if you bribe the court clerk, there's a chance you won't be sentenced to death. If you bribe the presiding judge, there's a chance you'll be acquitted. At worst, you could bribe the jailer and try to escape..."
Diao Lao San rolled his eyes. If he had the ability to bribe the presiding judge or the court clerk, why would he have fallen to the point of being a bandit? He would have been the patriarch of a family or the head of a sect long ago, or at the very least, he could have been an elder.
Diao Lao San sneered inwardly and still refused to speak.
Mo Hua, seeing this, could only regretfully say, "Then you better have a safe journey."
These sin cultivators were not worth sparing, and dying would bring peace. As for techniques, he would figure something else out. It didn't have to be the hiding technique.
Mo Hua glanced at Yu Chengyi, who nodded and ordered, "Take him aside and chop him to death with a knife."
A demon hunter walked over, grabbed the iron chain, dragged Diao Lao San into a small grove.
Halfway through being dragged away, Diao Lao San suddenly realized, 'I'm going to die now!'
He had lived for more than a hundred years and had thought about how he would die countless times, but at those times, he had not cared.
Now, facing death for real, he realized the fear of dying.
An endless panic engulfed him in an instant, and his stubbornness dissolved in an instant. He just wanted to live one more day, even one more hour, as long as it wasn't now, dying tomorrow or even the next hour would be better than dying now.
Dying in the Daoist Court would be better than being chopped to death by random knives and being fed to monsters.
Diao Lao San hurriedly shouted, "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Mo Hua's spirits lifted at the words. "Wait!"
The demon hunter dragged Diao Lao San back and threw him in front of Mo Hua.
Diao Lao San looked weary, barely breathing.
Mo Hua, seeing this, couldn't help but ask, "You could have said it earlier. Why bother getting beaten up again, you fool..."
Diao Lao San spat out blood again in one breath.
Yu Chengyi whispered to Mo Hua, "Say a few less words, don't anger him to death again."
"Got it." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and asked about the main matter, "Where's the secret technique of hiding?"
Diao Lao San completely softened, having experienced the great fear of death. His stubbornness dissipated, and he honestly said, "In those Daoist books, there's one called 'Fiery Fist,' from page nineteen to page fifty-four, it's recorded there... the hiding technique."
Mo Hua rummaged through the items in his storage pouch again, and among a pile of Daoist books, he found a worn-out "Fiery Fist" with folded pages.
After flipping to page nineteen, he found that the content before and after was indeed very different.
The previous pages were about body-refining fire-type martial arts, but after page nineteen, it suddenly turned into a secretive water-type spiritual cultivation technique.
And between the lines of the booklet, there was indeed a small line of text: Hiding Technique.
Mo Hua was overjoyed. Looking at Diao Lao San, he thought to himself that he was indeed a cunning old cultivator. He had hidden the precious technique in ordinary body-refining Daoist methods.
Darkness under the lamp, naturally not easy to be noticed.
Mo Hua happily put the "Fiery Fist" containing the secret technique of hiding into his storage pouch. Suddenly, he frowned and secretly thought: Since he hid the hiding technique in "Fiery Fist," would he have hidden other techniques in other books?
Mo Hua began to flip through other Daoist books, page by page, until he discovered something unusual.
In a cultivation martial arts book called "Quicksand Palm," there was another technique that Mo Hua had never heard of:
Water Prison Technique.
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow. It was like a buy one, get one free deal!
(End of the Chapter)