Moque's Wild Rush

On the road outside the village, a young man was talking excitedly to the burly middle-aged man beside him.

Although they were quite far away, Wei Hai could still hear them if he wanted to.

"Father, let me tell you, our sect is amazing! Don't be fooled by its location in a small village; it has everything! It's so interesting. In a bit, I'll take you to see our sect's Little Luan and its disciple Da Tao, as well as Han Chi. Oh, right, Father, you can also watch me carve formations later! How about I carve a minor cooling formation for you on the spot?"

Mo Yuanjiao had not yet noticed the strange changes in the village and was enthusiastically introducing the Lingxian Sect to his father.

General Mo was barely paying attention to him, only nodding perfunctorily as his eyes focused on admiring the surrounding scenery.

"Clear waters and green mountains, a land that nurtures great talents. What a wonderful place!"

General Mo, who had fought on the battlefield for years, loved this kind of place with its harmonious mountains, waters, and lush vegetation.

Mo Que followed silently behind the two, observing the surroundings without a word. This was a habit he had developed over his many years as a guard.

As the three approached the village entrance, Mo Que, who had barely spoken the entire journey, suddenly interrupted the babbling Mo Yuanjiao:

"Young Master, something is wrong."

Hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao immediately looked up toward the village entrance and the surroundings.

He found that something was indeed very wrong. Normally at this time, every household in the village would have smoke rising from their chimneys, and there would be many villagers out fetching water and doing chores.

But now, there was not a single soul to be seen in the entire Xiushui Village.

The next moment, his sharp eyes caught sight of what appeared to be a purple shadow hovering above Xiushui Village, its outline resembling a human figure.

Mo Que and General Mo also followed his gaze toward the purple shadow in the sky.

Mo Yuanjiao and the others soon realized that it was indeed a person, because this figure high in the sky had just turned around and was looking right at them.

"Little brat, you are a disciple of the Lingxian Sect, aren't you?"

Wei Hai was delighted. This was truly like someone handing him a pillow just as he was feeling sleepy. He had been worrying about how to quickly breach this new sect's mountain-protecting grand formation, as it had taken him far too long to break through the Shangyang Sect's formation last time.

Now that he had this disciple—one who could even bring his family to tour the sect and thus likely held a decent status—he had his chance.

He deliberately did not lower his voice, but instead projected it loudly, wanting the people inside the sect to know that he had captured one of their disciples.

As soon as he finished speaking, he leisurely raised his hand and reached out toward Mo Yuanjiao's direction.

Just as he was about to grab Mo Yuanjiao from afar, Senior Liao's shout echoed through the air:

"Brat Mo, dodge quickly!"

As soon as Mo Yuanjiao saw the person high in the sky, combined with the abnormal situation in the entire village, he felt that things were bad.

Seeing the person's spiritual energy rapidly striking toward him, in a split second, he pulled out and activated the defensive talismans and defensive formations on his body with a subconscious reaction speed he had never achieved before. Immediately after, he tackled his father to the side, and Mo Que also dodged aside with them.

The defensive talismans and formations shattered the moment they came into contact with that person's spiritual energy. Fortunately, the three of them barely managed to avoid the center of the spiritual energy attack.

Even so, Mo Yuanjiao was still struck in the back by the edge of the purple-clad man's spiritual energy, which arrived in the blink of an eye. He immediately crashed heavily while holding General Mo, skidding across the ground for dozens of meters!

General Mo was thrown from his arms as a result.

Because the spiritual energy was primarily aimed at Mo Yuanjiao, and since he had blocked the forefront, he bore the brunt of the damage. Therefore, General Mo, whom he protected, and Mo Que, who was behind them, did not suffer any serious injuries.

Seeing Mo Yuanjiao lying unconscious on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, General Mo and Mo Que felt their hearts tighten and stumbled over to his side.

"Yuanjiao!"

"Young Master!"

"Hurry into the village! Run toward the village entrance!" Liao Pantu's voice quickly followed.

At the same time, the sky above everyone grew increasingly dark. Black clouds surged overhead, with lightning faintly weaving through them.

However, no one paid attention to the changing weather at this moment.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Mo Que immediately hoisted General Mo and Mo Yuanjiao onto his shoulders, one on each side, and prepared to follow Senior Liao's instructions to rush toward the village entrance.

But then they saw the purple-clad man casually wave his hand at them again, and a massive hand formed of spiritual energy reached out toward the three of them.

Looking at the three people fleeing miserably below, Wei Hai felt extremely smug.

This was the fatal attraction of supreme power.

Watching these fragile mortals scurrying like rats in sheer panic out of fear of his power was such a wonderful thing.

He had been quite surprised when he saw the young man below react so quickly, pulling out a bunch of defensive talismans to avoid the direct center of the attack.

Although it was just a careless strike on his part.

But he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and for the young man to do that was enough to make him look at the boy in a new light.

Thus, he decided not to cripple the boy directly, but to capture him first to see if he could serve as a source of amusement to relieve his boredom.

On the ground, seeing the giant spiritual energy hand reaching them with lightning speed, Mo Que felt a wave of despair.

Because he could clearly sense that he would absolutely not be able to escape the range of this giant hand before it slammed down on them.

At this moment, the three of them were less than a hundred meters away from the village entrance.

However, in contrast to the rapid descent of the spiritual energy hand, this distance of a hundred meters felt like an uncrossable chasm.

When the giant spiritual energy hand was barely three meters above Mo Que's head and about to grab them, a thick bolt of lightning suddenly blasted out from the surging black clouds. As if it had eyes, it struck directly down onto Wei Hai high in the sky!

Unable to react in time, Wei Hai was instantly struck head-on by the lightning.

His purple dharma robe shattered instantly upon impact.

Leaving only the innermost layer of white undergarments, which had been blasted to tatters, to barely cover his body.

The giant spiritual energy hand suspended above Mo Que also dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing this, Mo Que immediately mustered all his strength and charged toward the village entrance, rushing inside in no time.

Although Senior Liao had only told them to enter the village entrance, implying that it would be safe once inside.

He did not dare to let his guard down and continued to sprint madly toward the sect with General Mo and Mo Yuanjiao on his shoulders.

Xiushui Village had a long, strip-like shape. The road from the village entrance to the end of the village was extremely long, nearly five or six li.

From the end of the village to the foot of the North Mountain, there was still a distance of about four li.

And although the Lingxian Sect was only halfway up the North Mountain, the mountain itself was quite high, meaning the winding mountain path alone was over a li long.

Therefore, it was still a very long journey from the village entrance to the Lingxian Sect, totaling about eleven or twelve li.

While Mo Que and his group were advancing toward the Lingxian Sect at full speed, they were unaware that a figure had also flown out from within the Lingxian Sect, rushing straight toward them.