Chapter 1186: Chapter 707 Fate_4 It was a rare opportunity, and he took advantage of the situation to capture all the evidence and catch Mr. Jin and his accomplices in one fell swoop, arresting them all. Gu Changhuai glanced at Mo Hua, sighing inwardly with some emotion. This time, the child Mo Hua, had once again provided significant help... Now that Mr. Jin and his group had been captured, it was not safe to stay here any longer. To avoid further complications, Gu Changhuai decided to first escort them to the nearby Taoist Court Office, then summon his family’s forces to transfer the prisoners to the Qianxue State Border Taoist Court Office. Mo Hua was also following behind. The group followed the river towards the nearby Immortal City. At a crossroads, right at the edge of the state boundary, they faced two paths. One led to the nearby Third-grade Immortal City, while the other led to the Second Grade region of the Mistwater River. Gu Changhuai intended to take Mr. Jin to the Taoist Court within the Immortal City, whereas Mo Hua needed to pass through the Second Grade region of the Mistwater River to return to Tongxian Gate. Mo Hua thus bid farewell to Gu Changhuai and the others. Gu Changhuai hesitated briefly before saying, "I’ll have Gu An and Gu Quan escort you." Mo Hua shook his head, "At the Second Grade State Border, I’m not afraid anymore. Even if I encounter the Fire Buddha, I can escape." Gu Changhuai then remembered the Fire Buddha who had been ambushed and killed by Mo Hua, and sighed: "Alright then, take care of yourself." "Hmm." Gu An and Gu Quan also clasped hands and bid farewell to Mo Hua. And so Mo Hua split from Gu Changhuai and the group, setting out alone along the Mistwater River. He planned to walk to the ferry crossing nearby and then hire a horse carriage, saving himself the trouble of walking. But as he walked, a doubt involuntarily surfaced in Mo Hua’s mind. Was Mr. Jin truly a "young master"? It seemed not likely at the moment. What about Xie Liu? Although he was a Golden Core and an Instructor of the Gui Water Sect, his actions seemed to be dependent on Mr. Jin’s wishes, suggesting he probably wasn’t either. The Crossing River Dragon had said that the Pills would be given to the "young master." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚 If neither Mr. Jin nor Xie Liu were the young master. Did that mean that these "Human Pills," once passed through Mr. Jin’s hands, would be transferred yet again, eventually reaching the true "young master"? Could these real "young masters" also be nearby? Waiting for Mr. Jin to deliver these "Human Pills" refined from Cultivators with excellent Spiritual Roots? Mo Hua frowned, lost in thought when suddenly a chill ran through him, and he involuntarily glanced toward the Mistwater River beside him. From the river shrouded in dense fog, a magnificent boat emerged slowly. It was already past 1 p.m. The night was dark and thick, and the river ominously somber, but the boat was lit with dazzling lights, the vague mist romantically swirling, its opulence glittering like a woven tapestry. Soft music lingered, graceful figures danced, and amidst the rosy silk drapes, an air of decadence prevailed. Mo Hua’s gaze grew heavy, his frown deepening. Suddenly, his vision blurred as if the Heavenly secret were surfacing and sinking. In just a moment, a mass of black and purple Heavenly Mechanism Causality slowly emerged on the flower boat, intertwining and distorting together, vile and filthy, but also permeated with corrupt desires, resembling a tainted heart, or a decaying "poppy." Mo Hua’s pupils contracted as he inhaled sharply. Just then, the mists on the boat dissipated a little, and Mo Hua could vaguely make out some figures. It was a group of people. Dressed in finery, yet behaving like beasts, they drank from their cups, clinking and intermingling. They all seemed like young masters. And they were all paying homage to a "young master" who seemed to be about the same age as Mo Hua, but was taller and clearly of a much higher status. The crowd toasted to him. It appeared to be a ceremony, a handover. And then, as if inheriting something, the air around that "young master" thickened with black fog, and dreadful evil desires bloomed, the poppy chains spreading. Mo Hua fixed his gaze, trying to discern his features. But all of it was enshrouded in the fog, hazy, revealing nothing clear. Suddenly, the "young master," who was the center of attention, seemed to sense something and slowly turned around. From within the black mist, he wore a luxurious human skin, and like a Demon Monster, he regarded Mo Hua with blood-red eyes. The two looked at each other from afar. But the black fog rendered them unable to see each other clearly. Yet in that obscurity, as if by fate, something seemed to be slowly turning...