Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 951

Chapter 951: Chapter 636: Burying Ground at Gen Mountain Chapter 951: Chapter 636: Burying Ground at Gen Mountain Mo Hua felt that Flower Gentleman’s death seemed far too natural, too devoid of any trace of interference.

He had been dragged into the Taoist Court, subjected to punishment, interrogated relentlessly, and afterward cast away into the Taoist Prison.

After that, it was as though he had ceased to exist.

Shackled in chains, starved, unattended, his injuries worsening, no one spared him so much as a glance or spoke a single word. He simply “withered away.”

*Even in death, it seemed no one noticed.*
*No one even claimed his corpse.*
And yet, this was clearly inconsistent with the strict rules of the Taoist Court.

That was why Mo Hua suspected that someone within the Taoist Court had betrayed them and orchestrated his death in secret–hidden away in the oppressive, impenetrable darkness of the Taoist Prison, silencing Flower Gentleman forever.

Besides, Flower Gentleman obviously held clues related to Fire Buddha.

Gu Changhuai’s expression darkened.

He summoned several of the Enforcement Leaders who managed the prison and lashed out with furious accusations.

The Enforcement Leaders were immediately gripped by fear, bowing and prostrating themselves:
“Supervisor, spare us. We truly had no idea…”

“After the interrogation, no one cared about him anymore.”

“We don’t know why he suddenly just died.”

“It was an oversight on our part, a careless mistake. We failed to pay attention to the Sin Cultivator’s life or death. Please forgive us, Supervisor!”

Though they pleaded for leniency, their words were riddled with evasion and excuses.

Flower Gentleman was a prisoner condemned to death for his crimes.

An oversight, a seeming neglect, leading to an early death for a man who was already doomed–
*That alone hardly amounted to a serious offense.*
*Even if reported, it would likely warrant no more than a reprimand or a forfeiture of wages.*
Though Gu Changhuai was indignant, he had little leverage to punish them further.

Moreover, these two Enforcement Leaders genuinely might not have known any deeper truth about what had transpired.

When they spoke of “careless oversight,” it was likely an oversight that had been orchestrated by someone else.

But one thing stood out–Mo Hua’s suspicions might not have been unfounded.

There were some people inside the Taoist Court who, it seemed, were far from clean…
*Perhaps even tied to what had happened with Yu Er last time…*
Gu Changhuai frowned deeply as his thoughts spiraled. A sudden shiver struck him, and he spun quickly to face Mo Hua beside him.

He’d noticed something unsettling–Mo Hua’s aura had shifted. It had grown bizarre, almost sinister, infused with an enigmatic essence that defied explanation.

It felt as though something had possessed him…
Or perhaps his Divine Sense was undergoing some kind of mutation.

*What was this?* *What was happening?* Gu Changhuai’s heart twisted with uncertainty.

At that moment, Mo Hua turned back around, his eyes briefly flashing with a dark, eerie gleam before returning to their usual clarity and translucence.

“Uncle Gu, is there something the matter?”

Gu Changhuai’s eyelids twitched.

Mo Hua remained the Mo Hua he was before, his gaze as lucid and introspective as still water–layered yet fathomless.

*But he had clearly felt that faint trace of ominous energy–the Gui Tao’s unsettling presence…* *Was it merely an illusion?* *Or was his suspicion spiraling out of control?*
Gu Changhuai’s brow furrowed tightly.

Mo Hua blinked innocently.

In truth, he had just seized the fleeting moment when Gu Changhuai was deep in thought, distracted, to secretly merge within the Tricky Calculation technique and probe a glimpse into Flower Gentleman’s karmic ties.

Within that instant, the Divine Sense mutation had given him away.

It seemed nothing could escape the notice of a Supervisor of the Taoist Court.

*Mo Hua reminded himself to tread carefully.*
When dealing with Great Cultivators at the Golden Core Realm and beyond–especially Supervisors under the Taoist Court at the Great Province Boundary–techniques like Heavenly secret fusion for decoding karmic connections had to be used sparingly.

Lest someone suspicious uncover his true nature…

His master’s Heavenly secret Calculations were relatively safer, appearing righteous but carrying great karmic weight.

His Uncle’s Heavenly secret Tricky Calculations, though, were another matter entirely.

*In this world, no one cultivated Divine Thought in the Gui Tao except his Uncle.*
*If he were mistaken for a “Little Devious Path Person” himself, the consequences would be disastrous.*
Seeing that Gu Changhuai still eyed him warily, suspicion lingering, Mo Hua decided to “strike first” and asked:
“Uncle Gu, did you notice anything?”

“How do you think Flower Gentleman died?”

“Who killed him?”

“Could it be…”
Mo Hua lifted his brow in thought, glancing at the nearby Enforcement Leaders who managed the prison.

The two Enforcement Leaders broke into cold sweats, frantically denying to Gu Changhuai:
“Supervisor Gu!”

“While we were negligent, this Sin Cultivator’s death truly has nothing to do with us…”

“How could we dare break the law and commit murder within the Taoist Prison…”
“Supervisor Gu, please understand us clearly!”

“Supervisor Gu…”
Their desperate words disrupted Gu Changhuai’s train of thought, temporarily pulling him from his scrutiny of Mo Hua.

“Enough.” Gu Changhuai’s eyes grew cold as his gaze swept over the pair. “Follow protocol–punish them as required. Dismiss them.”

The two dared not disobey Gu Changhuai and quickly bowed. “Yes.”

Then they left promptly.

Gu Changhuai wanted to speak with Mo Hua further, but as he raised his head and stared at the Taoist Prison’s ominous, sealed ceiling, he let the thought die away and shook his head.

“Let’s go for now…” Gu Changhuai said.

“Oh.”

Mo Hua followed Gu Changhuai, leaving the Taoist Prison behind.

Before stepping out, however, Mo Hua stole a last glance at the corpse of Flower Gentleman.

Flower Gentleman, who in life had possessed a face as radiant as flowers, dashing and suave, reveling in the company of women–a man who had drained countless maidens in his quest for replenishment.

And yet, upon his death, not a soul stirred to mourn. All that remained were ragged clothing and a decaying, filthy shell.

*Such were the ways of the world; carnal pleasures and fleeting desires–all illusions.*
*Still…*
Flower Gentleman had died far too naturally.

There was not a hint of human intervention in his demise.

Even when Mo Hua’s pupils had briefly turned black during the Tricky Calculation fusion, not a single karmic thread had revealed itself.

*Whoever orchestrated this murder, their methods were remarkably masterful.*
“The greatest way to obscure karma lies in natural order–leaving no trace…”