Chapter 73

Xiao Hu stood on the ground, carefully observing Meng Hao. Since he was young, he had been innocent, but after entering the Mountain Rely Sect, he experienced some encounters that were hard for outsiders to imagine. His heart had become as hard as iron, especially after leaving the sect, and the number of cultivators who died at his hands was not small.

At this moment, as he stared into Meng Hao’s eyes, Xiao Hu gradually realized that the other party indeed did not know about recent events.

"Right now, the entire Zhao Kingdom cultivation world is searching for Senior Brother Meng. The three major sects have jointly issued a warrant, and many cultivators are scattered, searching for him," Xiao Hu hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking.

Meng Hao’s expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of any change. He looked down at Xiao Hu from the air, not saying a word.

"The warrant issued by the three major sects is not to kill Senior Brother Meng. They have special requirements: he can be injured but not killed," Xiao Hu continued to observe Meng Hao’s expression, unsure of what he was thinking, and slowly probed.

"If you keep talking nonsense, don’t blame me for not remembering our past friendship," Meng Hao’s expression remained unchanged, but he said this with a faint tone.

These words fell into Xiao Hu’s ears, causing him to instinctively take two steps back. His face changed several times before he suddenly spoke.

"Does Senior Brother Meng remember Uncle Shangguan from the sect? Two months ago, he besieged the three counties below Great Green Mountain, setting up a cruel formation to refine the people of the three counties into Blood Soul Pills to build his foundation."

"This has been going on for two months. I am here to rush to Great Green Mountain. My cultivation is not a match for Shangguan, and I only want to save my parents!" Xiao Hu’s voice echoed, and he clenched his fists.

Upon hearing this, Meng Hao was taken aback, but soon his mind was filled with a loud roar. A surge of anger erupted from the depths of his heart, making him uncontrollably emit a strong killing intent. He immediately understood that Shangguan was not refining Blood Soul Pills for any reason but to lure him out.

His expression turned extremely dark.

"This matter involves the people of the three counties. How can the Zhao Kingdom cultivation world allow Shangguan to act like this and believe his words about building his foundation?" Meng Hao’s voice turned cold, and he spoke word by word.

"According to what is said outside, Shangguan is refining Blood Soul Pills using the people of the three counties below Great Green Mountain, where auspicious signs appeared in the past, to break through and become a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"If it were in the past, the three major sects would never have allowed this to happen. But now, the three major sects are greedy for the place where the Mountain Rely Ancestor is in seclusion, and they are searching for you throughout the Zhao Kingdom. They have no interest in this matter and do not want to create additional trouble. Moreover, Shangguan is not an ordinary person. I have found out that he is a descendant of the Tianhe Market. Furthermore, I have heard that the three major sects did intervene, but for some reason, they did not continue to pay attention."

Meng Hao fell silent, and after a moment, he laughed, but the laughter was extremely cold. A killing intent that Meng Hao felt had already surpassed Wang Tengfei and even his previous desire to kill Ding Xin rapidly condensed in his mind. This killing intent was so intense that it made the Sea of Qi in his body roar, a level of intensity that Meng Hao had never experienced in his twenty-one years.

"Shangguan..."

Meng Hao suddenly turned, looking at Great Green Mountain. He waved his right sleeve, and Xiao Hu, whose face changed, was involuntarily lifted and landed on Meng Hao’s treasure fan.

"What does Senior Brother Meng mean?" Xiao Hu, breathing rapidly, quickly asked.

"I will take you to Great Green Mountain. If what you said is true, then it’s fine. If it’s false, you won’t have to worry about others coveting your treasures anymore," Meng Hao said, and the treasure fan shot forward, quickly moving away.

Xiao Hu fell silent, not speaking, standing on Meng Hao’s treasure fan. His eyes showed a complex expression, but soon this complexity disappeared, replaced by a determined look.

It didn’t take long for Great Green Mountain to come into view. Meng Hao did not immediately rush over but instead, the treasure fan flashed and landed on the ground. The entire area was now enveloped in a pale red light curtain. Outside this curtain, it seemed that every thousand miles, there was a black-robed cultivator sitting in meditation.

There were about a dozen of these cultivators, acting as the flags of the formation, surrounding Great Green Mountain and the three counties.

In the distance, a figure could be seen sitting in meditation on Great Green Mountain.

Below the mountain, the three counties were eerily quiet, with threads of blood qi spreading out.

Meng Hao’s killing intent grew even stronger. He took a deep breath and released the bindings on Xiao Hu.

"When I call your name, you must act," Meng Hao said slowly, taking a step forward. His back was hunched in the wind, but a cold aura emanated from him.

"Wang Youcai is not dead," Xiao Hu suddenly said. Meng Hao ignored him and moved even faster.

Xiao Hu watched as Meng Hao’s figure disappeared, fell silent, and sat down, sighing. He had not only investigated Shangguan but also Meng Hao, knowing that Meng Hao had no family in Yunjie County and that Shangguan had set up the blood formation there specifically to lure Meng Hao.

"Senior Brother Meng, I want to save my parents. If you survive this, I, Xiao Hu, will owe you a favor," Xiao Hu said, his eyes showing a complex expression.

Meng Hao moved quickly, heading straight for the blood-colored light curtain. Xiao Hu’s schemes and expressions seemed flawless, but given his young age, Meng Hao, who had been smart since childhood and had experienced the baptism of the Mountain Rely Sect and subsequent events, could see through his intentions.

However, he could not not go. Yunjie County was his home, even without family, it was his childhood memory, his beautiful past.

And now, Shangguan had committed such an atrocity, which was like touching Meng Hao’s sore spot. His desire to kill Shangguan was extremely intense.

Even if this journey was fraught with danger, even if he knew it was Shangguan’s trap, Meng Hao understood that as a man, there were some things that, even if he knew the risks, he still had to do.

If one feared everything and considered everything, one would not deserve to be a man.

His killing intent had never been as intense as it was today, and his desire to kill had never been as shocking as it was at this moment. It was not just about killing one person; it was about killing all the people in the blood formation to vent his anger.

"I, Meng Hao, have personally killed fewer than ten people. It’s not that I can’t kill, but that I don’t want to," Meng Hao moved quickly, his eyes filled with killing intent, but his heart was calm. As he stepped into the blood formation, he headed straight for a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Condensation who was sitting in meditation.

This cultivator was dressed in black, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. Almost the moment Meng Hao approached, he opened his eyes. Seeing Meng Hao, he was startled but immediately stood up, raising his right hand. However, in that instant, Meng Hao, expressionless, walked past him, his eyes filled with killing intent.

A sword appeared in Meng Hao’s hand, and a gush of blood rose into the air behind him. A head, filled with confusion, fell to the ground with the body.

The blood was thicker, and the blood qi deeper. The body convulsed twice and then died.

There were no screams, no struggles. It was as simple as killing a chicken. As Meng Hao had said, he could kill, but he did not want to.

"Cutting off a chicken’s head, the bird can still struggle for a few feet, but a person, no matter how strong, without a head, is not even as good as a wild chicken," Meng Hao muttered, not even glancing at the body behind him, and moved forward with killing intent in his eyes.

His speed was so fast that he quickly disappeared. Soon, another figure sitting in meditation appeared ahead. This person had not yet realized the death of his companion and was maintaining the formation.

He never had the chance to open his eyes again. Even as Meng Hao passed by and his head flew off, he lacked the strength to open his eyes.

"Shangguan, you force me to kill. Today, I will kill more than ever before," Meng Hao’s wooden sword trembled, and blood droplets splattered. His figure disappeared into the red formation.

After killing two people, the formation immediately showed signs of instability. The moment the instability appeared, the remaining eleven people in the formation were startled, quickly opening their eyes and standing up, looking around vigilantly.

At the same time, on Great Green Mountain, Shangguan, who was sitting in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a sharp gaze. He looked down at the mountain.

However, the blood qi below was so thick that he could not see clearly. He frowned and coldly snorted, raising his right hand. In his palm, a blood ball the size of a head, filled with blood qi and countless faces screaming in pain, was thrown down onto Great Green Mountain, sinking into the blood formation below.

Immediately, a series of loud thuds echoed, and the blood formation gradually thinned, as if it were about to dissipate. But at that moment, a piercing scream suddenly came from within the formation, a sound of indescribable pain that echoed in all directions.

Soon, another scream came, from a different person, but the sound was equally heart-wrenching. Shangguan frowned, looking down at the blood formation, which had already dissipated by half but was still somewhat blurry.

The third scream, and the fourth, echoed simultaneously, followed by a series of piercing screams. As the blood formation below became completely clear, what appeared before Shangguan’s eyes were more than ten... headless bodies.

Seeing this, Shangguan’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned, looking at the path up the mountain. There, wearing a blue scholar’s robe, stained with blood, looking weak and bookish but expressionless, Meng Hao was walking up step by step.

In his hand, he held more than ten heads. The moment their eyes met, Meng Hao raised his right hand and threw the heads. They landed in front of Shangguan with a series of thuds but were scattered by Shangguan’s sleeve.

"It’s your turn," Meng Hao’s voice was hoarse. He did not want to kill, but today, he wanted to.

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