Immortality Through Array Formations

"Who's there?!"

The other ruffians, their eyes filled with terror, shouted loudly.

Before they could react, they realized a cultivator had already closed in on them.

This person was not tall, but his speed was incredibly fast, and his fists, wrapped in golden light, knocked one of the thugs to the ground, making him vomit blood.

Another thug panicked, pulled out a knife, and slashed at the figure.

But halfway through the swing, his forearm was caught.

With a twist, the person broke the thug's forearm.

The thug, in pain, cried out, but before he could scream much, he was kicked away, his chest roiling as if the river were overturned, spewing fresh blood.

The last thug, with deeper cultivation, barely managed a few moves, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

The identity of this cultivator was unknown; he was clearly practicing Qi Refinement, but his aura was incredibly dense, his movements fast and swift, his boxing method proficient, and it was evident that his rank was not low.

With every exchange of blows, he felt his fists go numb from the vibration, as if the bones inside were about to shatter.

Under the opponent's fierce offensive, he could only passively take hits, completely unable to fight back.

And he couldn't hold on for long; having managed a few moves was already his limit.

As expected, after a few exchanges, his knuckles were shattered, the pain unbearable, his form faltered, exposing his weakness.

The opponent flashed to his side, the punch going from below to above, golden light overflowing, and with one punch, his arm was broken.

The big thug groaned in pain, turned to leave, but was approached by the ghost-like cultivator and kicked, breaking his leg.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud and passed out from the pain.

In the blink of an eye, only Wang Lai remained among the thugs.

Wang Lai, who had just put out the flames on his arm, had his right arm charred and hanging limply, obviously severely injured and no longer able to wield a knife.

Wang Lai, looking around with a fearful expression, quickly said:

"Which cultivator from where?"

In the silent mine, there was no response.

Wang Lai turned and ran, but only a few steps later, a golden sword light flared up and flew past, piercing his right leg.

Wang Lai staggered a few steps, then fell to the ground, clutching his right leg and howling in pain.

His right leg, penetrated by the sword light, had a wound from which snow-white, flame-like spiritual power was toasting it bit by bit, causing him unbearable pain.

But in just a few moments, Wang Lai and the other fierce thugs were all laid low.

Old Yu found it unbelievable.

His eyes shocked, he fell to his knees with a thud, fearfully saying:

"I don't know which expert it is, please..."

Before he could finish, he saw a fair-skinned little hand supporting his arm, helping him up.

Three small figures appeared before him.

It was dark in the mine, and Old Yu could barely make out their faces, which left him even more astonished.

The ones who easily subdued Wang Lai and the others turned out to be three young cultivators with clear brows and extraordinary appearances.

"You, who are you…"

Mo Hua raised a piece of bronze waist badge in his hand.

"We are from the Taoist Court."

This bronze badge was specially applied for him by Zhang Lan and Court Leader Zhou when they were in Tongxian City.

After all, traveling abroad, having multiple identities provides multiple paths.

In the current situation, the identity of the Taoist Court came in handy.

Old Yu still couldn't quite believe it.

Could the Taoist Court really have such young cultivators?

But the badge didn't look fake, and they had no need to deceive an old man like himself.

Old Yu bowed his head in gratitude, "Thank you, three young masters."

Mo Hua didn't let him bow, but handed him a Hemostatic Pill, saying:

"Take this first, and rest for a while."

Then he ran over to Wang Er and Tang Wu, feeding a pill to each one.

He had just used his Divine Sense to check; the two men had only fainted, their scalps broken, their Sea of Consciousness suffered some shock, but their lives were not in danger.

Mo Hua then leisurely approached Wang Lai.

Wang Lai's right arm was injured by Mo Hua's Fireball Technique, and his right leg by Bai Zixi's sword light, leaning against a corner, sweating profusely from the pain.

He looked at Mo Hua, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had never imagined that he would be brought down by a few children.

Who exactly were these kids?

How did they find him, and why were they in the mine?

What exactly did they intend to do?

"You...are with the Taoist Court?" Wang Lai asked through his pain.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Then do you know... Court Leader Zhao?" Wang Lai ventured.

Mo Hua's eyebrows twitched, "Are you familiar with Court Leader Zhao?"

Wang Lai managed a weak smile, "Not very familiar, but we have some acquaintances."

"Oh," Mo Hua said with a meaningful expression.

Wang Lai couldn't see through Mo Hua's background, nor could he guess Mo Hua's thoughts. His Divine Sense could not probe, as if Mo Hua's entire being was shrouded in mist.

Feeling uncertain, Wang Lai still asked:

"Young masters, may I know what brings you to this mine?"

Mo Hua's smile was enigmatic, "What do you think?"

Wang Lai awkwardly said, "Please enlighten me, master."

Mo Hua looked at him and said, "You were murdering!"

Wang Lai's face changed, and he immediately exclaimed:

"Wrongfully accused, young masters, I'm wrongfully accused!"

Holding up his uninjured left hand and pointing at Old Yu, he said:

"It was they who were trying to steal from the Lu Family's mine. I discovered them, subdued them, and was going to deliver them to the Taoist Court for judgment..."

"These mining cultivators may seem honest, but they are cunning at heart, greedy for petty gain, capable of anything."

"Don't be deceived by them..."

Mo Hua was slightly taken aback.

Wang Lai was truly resourceful.

In just a moment, he had concocted a story that turned black into white and smeared others with false charges.