Chapter 1298: Chapter 743 Taiâa_3
Ouyang Feng looked around and asked, âAre there any other cultivators nearby?â
Mo Hua shook his head, âI wouldnât know.â
Ouyang Feng released his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings but indeed found no traces of others.
He glanced at Mo Hua again, his brows twitching as he asked, âYou⊠didnât come to the mountain alone, did you?â
If it were someone else, he wouldnât have thought so.
But Mo HuaâŠ
He had worked alongside Mo Hua on rewards before and knew this Junior Brother, although he seemed naive, was bold, meticulous, resourceful, and unyielding in his ambitions.
A lone trip into Refining Demon Mountain was not beyond him.
Indeed, Mo Hua had entered the mountain alone.
He had come to practice Sword Control by himself.
One sword, one eagle, a clean profit of 800 Merit Points.
Such a venture wasnât suited for teamwork, nor was there any need for it.
But strictly speaking, he wasnât entirely alone in the mountain.
The vast wilderness was filled with his âJunior Brothers,â scattered across nearby mountain ridges, enabling him to navigate the terrain with ease.
âNot exactly,â Mo Hua gestured toward a nearby mountain ridge and said, âI have plenty of little brothers.â
Ouyang Feng and the others were taken aback, unsure of what this Junior Brother meantâŠ
âPlenty of little brothersâ? What did that even mean?
However, since Ouyang Qian and the others were unfamiliar with Mo Hua, they didnât feel it appropriate to inquire deeper.
Ouyang Feng, being more acquainted with Mo Hua, didnât delve further either, as they were among other Taiâa Sect disciples.
Meanwhile, Mo Hua was already adeptly skinning and cleaning the eagle, storing its materials into his Storage Bag.
Although he claimed the eagle was something he stumbled upon,
Even if it was scavenged, it was still his!
And since it was his, it should be tucked away quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Seeing Mo Huaâs sharp, self-assured demeanor, never one to suffer losses, Ouyang Feng couldnât help but laugh and shake his head, a faint warmth flickering at the corners of his mouth.
He glanced over at the timid Little Wood by his side, inwardly sighing.
If Muâer had just half⊠no, even a fifth of Mo Huaâs clevernessâŠ
He wouldnât be so prone to suffering losses in the future.
âItâs getting late. We should take our leave so as not to disturb you,â Ouyang Feng said, then glanced at Mo Hua and reminded him, âBe careful in the mountain.â
âMm, mm.â Mo Hua nodded, âDonât worry, Senior Brother Feng.â
Ouyang Feng didnât say any more, heading toward another mountain trail. Yet, he hadnât walked far when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Scenes of Refining Demon Mountain flashed through his mind.
The disciples of Taixu Gate had entered the mountain ahead to hunt monstersâŠ
Traps, armor, spiritual artifacts⊠all embedded with formations.
Standardized hunting practices.
Mo Hua had just remarked, âI have plenty of little brothersâŠâ
Ouyang Fengâs heart clenched, his expression tinged with disbelief.
âCould it beâŠâ
Unable to resist, Ouyang Feng turned his head to look at Mo Hua again.
Mo Hua had already finished cleaning the eagle. His lean frame, pale face, and hands stained with monster blood carried an air of detached calm.
Looking at the ferocious dead eagle before him, it was as though he were merely gazing upon a chicken he had just slaughteredâŠ
Ouyang Fengâs pupils contracted as he promptly called out:
âMo Hua.â
Hearing this, Mo Hua paused, a hint of puzzlement flickering in his gaze as he turned to Ouyang Feng, who, after a moment of thought, pulled a slightly dark-skinned, thin Taiâa Sect disciple closer and spoke gently:
âThis is Ouyang Mu, my younger brotherâŠâ
A fleeting trace of affection flashed through Ouyang Fengâs eyes as he smiled and said to Mo Hua, âIf you encounter him in the mountains, I must trouble you to look after him.â
At these words, Ouyang Mu froze.
The other Taiâa Sect disciples were equally stunned.
Ouyang Feng, a direct lineage disciple of Taiâa Sect, with Superior-Grade Spiritual Roots, extraordinary talent, and great respect among his peers,
usually appeared affable and gentle yet remained inwardly proud, never asking anyone for favors.
No one had expected him to turn to a junior cultivator from another sect today, requesting him to look after his younger brother.
The revelation was beyond everyoneâs expectations.
Mo Hua, however, thought little of it.
He shared a good relationship with Senior Brother Feng, having completed many missions with him and received much guidance in the past.
Now watching over his younger brother was a natural gesture.
âMm, mm.â Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, âDonât worry, Senior Brother Feng. If the opportunity arises, Iâll be sure to look out for him.â
Mo Hua glanced again at the slim, dark-skinned cultivator beside Ouyang Feng and silently committed his name to memory:
Ouyang Mu.