Chapter 1524: Chapter 816: Old Grudges This old man, although he resorts to underhanded tactics, is barely considered honest. "Your surname isn’t Zhao, is it?" Mo Hua asked. The old man clasped his fists, "I hope you understand, little friend, that such a chance encounter naturally wouldn’t allow me to reveal my real name." "Is your surname also Yu?" The old man was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, my surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Canghai." "Yu Canghai..." Mo Hua silently memorized the name, then asked, "Who is pursuing you?" The old man sighed, a look of gnashing hatred appeared on his face, "It’s... the Gui Water Sect..." "The Gui Water Sect?" Mo Hua was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected that the Gui Water Sect was involved in this matter. But something was amiss... Mo Hua frowned, "Did you see with your own eyes, the disciples of the Gui Water Sect pursuing you?" The old man shook his head, "The Gui Water Sect won’t act directly. They hide in the shadows, while those who actually hunt me down are mercenary evil cultivators they hired." Mo Hua’s pupils constricted slightly, "Do you have any evidence?" The old man sneered, "What need is there for evidence? The current high-ranking officials of the Gui Water Sect are the same traitors who betrayed the Water Prison Sect back then. They defected to the Taoist Court, and after the Water Prison Sect was destroyed, they stole its legacy, altered its name, and replaced ’Water Prison Sect’, becoming the current Gui Water Sect, one of the Twelve Streams!" "There is a blood feud between the Gui Water Sect and our Water Prison Sect! To cover up their disgraceful deeds of the past, these bastards from the Gui Water Sect want nothing more than to eradicate the descendants of the Water Prison Sect!" Mo Hua’s expression remained calm, but his heart was shaken. He hadn’t known that there was such a history between the Gui Water Sect and the Water Prison Sect. Then it could be said that the matter of the Yu Family Water Village also had the Gui Water Sect’s involvement? Mo Hua silently reflected: "The relationships between family sects are indeed intricate and complex; without delving into them personally, one wouldn’t know there are so many entanglements." Then Mo Hua frowned again, "When the Water Prison Sect was destroyed a thousand years ago, the rumor was... your entire sect had fallen into demonhood, is there any truth to this?" The old man said firmly, "It’s naturally impossible; it’s a frame-up, a slander!" The old man’s tone was full of certainty. But when Mo Hua asked what exactly had happened. The old man faltered and couldn’t explain clearly. Mo Hua roughly understood. He probably didn’t know either, but was simply defending his sect’s honor with the belief that "his sect must be innocent." After all, it was events from over a thousand years ago, and as a Golden Core, he couldn’t have lived that long, let alone know it clearly. "Then if the Water Prison Sect was destroyed, wasn’t everyone supposed to be imprisoned? How come there are still descendants?" Mo Hua asked curiously. The old man sighed, "When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. A sect is expansive, with many elders, disciples, and in-laws married into various families, it’s deeply entangled, and it’s impossible to completely clear out." "It simply means capturing and killing the main Sect Leader, Elders, and some disciples from the Inner Gate to make a show of it." "Many other cultivators with even slight familial connections would give some bribes, seek favors, and even the Taoist Court would turn a blind eye and not really pursue the matter." "Some cultivators from our Yu Family survived using this chance..." The old man looked forlorn, "But still, we could only run as exiles, hiding our identities, not daring to return to Qian State..." Mo Hua asked, "Then why did you come back?" "Because..." the old man’s expression was covered with a layer of sorrow and bitterness, "Most of us have died..." "Living a life of wandering outside wasn’t easy, and after facing a major disaster, almost none of the Yu Family bloodline remains..." "Seeing the bloodline about to be cut off, the Taoist inheritance of the Water Prison Sect left without anyone to pass it on, I had no other choice but to take the risk and return to Qian State, trying to find any descendants of the Yu Family we might have overlooked from the past." "Fate was kind, and I did find them..." The old man’s expression was not one of relief, but was instead covered with a deeper pain. Mo Hua’s pupils constricted. The words "Yu Family Water Village" came to mind once again. He then looked at the old man with a hint of unwillingness and sympathy in his gaze. From this, Mo Hua could roughly deduce what happened next. The old man found the Yu Family Water Village, but in doing so, also revealed the fact that the Yu Family Water Village were descendants of the Water Prison Sect. This fact, perhaps even the people of the Yu Family Water Village didn’t know themselves. Otherwise, some of their ancestral water system dao laws wouldn’t have disappeared without a trace. And this old man, he found descendants of the Yu Family, found relatives connected by blood. But it was also because of him that... The Yu Family Water Village was wiped out. The old man looked grim and despondent. He clearly knew what he had done. He had intended to pass on the Taoist inheritance, but ended up experiencing an even more total annihilation. The struggle for the Taoist inheritance is cold and ruthless. The old man, stricken with grief, spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Hua took out a pill and handed it to him, "Is this also the work of the Gui Water Sect?" The old man accepted Mo Hua’s pill but didn’t take it. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said: "It must be the Gui Water Sect!" "It must be these bastards!" "One day, I will make them pay with blood, make them die without a burial place, use their flesh to honor the ancestors of my Water Prison Sect!" Mo Hua remained silent. The old man’s words sounded a bit like those of a demon cultivator. But if one hasn’t suffered another’s plight, they shouldn’t persuade others to be kind. If he himself fell to such a situation, he was afraid he would be even more vicious than him. "You haven’t told the Taoist Court officials about this matter?" Mo Hua asked again. Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the old man suddenly wore a hideous expression, with a mocking look, as he coldly laughed like a night owl: "Can you guess... why the Gui Water Sect could know my identity? Why they could track my whereabouts? Why they could silently wipe out the entire Yu Family Water Village?" Mo Hua’s pupils trembled, his heart chilled. "You’re saying..." The old man sneered, "When it comes to filth, the dirtiest place in the world is probably the Taoist Court officials..."