Shen Qingsheng was terrified and struggled, saying: "No, don’t kill me!"
"I am a direct descendant of the Shen Family, you can’t kill me!"
"You killed me, my father will kill you, and the Shen Family will not let you go..."
Mo Hua suddenly stopped.
Shen Qingsheng was taken aback, then screamed: "It’s good that you realized fear, hurry up and let me go!"
Mo Hua slowly approached Shen Qingsheng, stretched out his palm, and placed it on Shen Qingsheng’s head.
Shen Qingsheng was inexplicably terrified, then felt a warm light, an extremely pure telekinesis, trickling into his body, nurturing his divine thought, like a "deity’s" blessing, making him feel unprecedentedly powerful.
Shen Qingsheng was overjoyed, then puzzled, "You... what are you doing?"
Mo Hua gently said, "You are too thin, not enough for them to eat."
"I will fatten you up a bit, make you stronger, so they can eat more, feel fuller."
Fatten up a bit?!
Shen Qingsheng was shocked and his eyes nearly popped out as he roared: "Mo Hua! You evil ghost! Are you still human?"
Mo Hua smiled slightly, "I am doing you a favor, letting you also taste the feeling of being eaten, having your blood sucked, your bones chewed and marrow extracted..."
This smile was innocent and profound, holy yet bizarre.
Shen Qingsheng was terrified, only now realizing that he had no idea who this seemingly innocent disciple of the Taixu Gate really was.
Mo Hua injected his telekinesis into Shen Qingsheng, watching him become "fatter" and "stronger" until it was just right, then used his telekinesis to form a rope, tossing Shen Qingsheng into the sky like a kite.
Just like throwing a piece of meat into a pack of hungry wolves.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves.
In an instant, thousands of vengeful souls and ghostly beings surged forward, rushing at Shen Qingsheng, tearing at his divine thought, sucking at his divine soul. .
The Shen Family had caused their families to be torn apart, them to die in the dark underground, enslaved by the evil embryo, never seeing the light of day.
These people, in life, had longed to eat the flesh of the Shen Family, to drink their blood.
Now in death, they finally could devour the divine soul of a Shen Family member.
They savored the sweet taste of revenge.
Moreover, this was Shen Shouxing’s only son.
Their long-held resentment was finally released, and the blood-soaked karma resolved.
The fierce ghosts devouring Shen Shouxing’s divine thought were slowly dimming their aura of resentment and filth.
The evil aura of the whole Divine Temple weakened as well.
And these enslaved vengeful souls were nutrients for the evil embryo.
Their grievances were relieved.
The oppressive force of the evil embryo over Mo Hua also lessened quite a bit.
From somewhere unknown, Mo Hua felt a faint, eerie "gratitude," as if his act of resolving these fierce ghosts’ old grudges had accumulated some good "karma."
Or perhaps, was this more like a kind of "merit"?
Mo Hua was slightly startled.
He didn’t really understand matters of merit, nor did he pay much attention to them...
In all things, one should follow the Heavenly Dao, employ natural principles, remain true to oneself, and not deliberately seek merit.
Mo Hua turned around and left.
Shen Qingsheng, like a "kite," was suspended in the air, torn apart by countless ghosts, having his soul bitten, marrow sucked,
He finally experienced the heart-wrenching pain of being exploited, blood sucked, bones chewed and marrow extracted, feeling the excruciating, prolonged pain and despair akin to being cut with a dull knife.
All that awaited him was death.
Shen Qingsheng watched Mo Hua withdraw and furiously roared:
"Mo Hua!"
"Mo Hua... even as a ghost, I will never let you go!!"
Mo Hua, halfway through his departure, hearing this, paused, turned back to look at Shen Qingsheng, and said with a calm smile: "That would be... most welcome."
If you remain human, I’m gentle to you.
But if you become a ghost, then you’ll know how terrifying I truly am...
...
Shen Qingsheng was consumed by the fierce ghosts, his karmic results subtly dissipating.
Mo Hua turned around and continued deeper into the Divine Temple.
After walking for a while, a disturbance in divine thought suddenly came from afar. Following the commotion, Mo Hua walked over and saw not far away, Master Gu and Fan Jin, one wielding a sword, the other swinging a hammer, struggling against a group of evil ghosts.
They were Golden Core Cultivators, possessing the divine sense of the Golden Core Realm.
But they were not Formation Masters, their divine sense lacked refinement, and they had no knowledge of the Divine Thought Skill, so they could only rely on their own divine sense foundation, fighting the evil ghosts instinctively.
At most, they could manifest their own Magical Treasure as a weapon.
But this way, their killing power was too weak, not lethal to the evil ghosts.
Instead, the group of evil ghosts surrounded them, ready to exploit any vulnerability, to rush in for a bite, taking a piece of divine thought flesh and blood away.
Master Gu and Fan Jin were in great distress, their divine thought weakening bit by bit, already nearing exhaustion.
"Damn it... I’m not going to end this here, dying as just a worthless Supervisor..." Fan Jin was unwilling, desperately smashing his hammer against a wandering ghost.
The wandering ghost shattered, then twisted a few times, and restored itself as before.
Fan Jin’s scalp went numb, "What the hell, what kind of damn things are these..."
Master Gu split an evil ghost in two with his longsword, only to watch it merge back together, a thread of despair rising in his heart.
This was the first time both of them had personally encountered such spirit-level ghostly beings.
Such bizarre existences defied ordinary understanding.
And deeper within, who knew how many more of these fierce ghosts lurked.
Judging by the current situation, not only might they fail to rescue Young Master Mo, but even they themselves might not escape their fate.
"The Cultivation World is truly perilous and unpredictable, full of killing intent everywhere..."