Mo Hua said excitedly, "Divine Thought into sword? How does one do that? What does the sword look like that’s created? How do you drive it with Divine Thought?" Lord Yellow Mountain had a complex expression, "How would I know..." I was the one who was slain by the ’Divine Thought into sword’, not the one who uses ’Divine Thought into sword’ to slay others... Mo Hua then asked, "Is that Divine Thought into sword very powerful?" Lord Yellow Mountain nodded, "You see how pitiful I look after being slain, then you will know..." Mo Hua glanced at Lord Yellow Mountain and questioned with a bit of doubt, "You’re not powerful though..." How does that prove the ’Divine Thought into sword’ is powerful? Lord Yellow Mountain, ashamed and annoyed, said, "Times have changed!" "Back in the day! I was the Mountain Lord! I was the one who called the shots over this entire mountain!" "It was just that I made a mistake, harbored evil spirits, and just like that my cultivation was destroyed in an instant. That’s what led to my current state, defeated by you, fallen from my high state to be..." Mo Hua’s brows furrowed, and his gaze became dangerous. Lord Yellow Mountain immediately swallowed the words "to be bullied by a ’dog’." It couldn’t be said that "a tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by a ’dog’..." This little Cultivator isn’t ordinary, to say the least. He’s also a "Little Tiger," even a "Little Malevolent Tiger"... A "man-eating" Little Malevolent Tiger... If possible, it’s better not to provoke... Your next chapter awaits on freewebnovel Mo Hua was still somewhat incredulous, "Were you really powerful before?" "Of course I was..." Mo Hua pondered, "This place is the Second-rank small state boundary of Qian State. Even if you were powerful, you were at most a Second-rank Mountain God. How powerful could you have been?" "You don’t understand... I used to..." Lord Yellow Mountain, with a narrow face and full of self-pride, began to speak, but stopped halfway, trying to laugh it off with some embarrassment: "...Indeed, I was just a Second-rank Minor Mountain God..." Mo Hua looked at him with suspicion. Under Mo Hua’s intent gaze, Lord Yellow Mountain felt guilty, looking up at the sky as if nothing had happened. Mo Hua felt there was a big problem, but now that he had softened, it wasn’t good to be too harsh, and after all, he was a Mountain God, so he shouldn’t be too disrespectful. Mo Hua was still more concerned about the matters of ’Divine Thought into sword’... "What does a Sword Cultivator who can wield ’Divine Thought into sword’ look like? What is his birth name? Do you know?" Lord Yellow Mountain shook his head, "I don’t know. I only remember he was clad in white, ethereal like an immortal, and then there was that terrifying sword intent. As for what he looks like, I didn’t dare to look closely, much less inquire his name..." "Which Sect does he belong to?" Lord Yellow Mountain still shook his head. Mo Hua, frustrated, gave Lord Yellow Mountain a disdainful glance, "How do you know nothing?" Lord Yellow Mountain felt quite helpless. What can I do? I was slain by a single sword stroke. I was too panicked to even think about asking questions about that man. "A white-robed Sword Cultivator, slaying an evil Mountain God..." Mo Hua could only note this clue down, planning to find out more after joining a Sect. To find out about the person with ’Divine Thought into sword’, learn the method of ’Divine Thought into sword’, master externalizing Divine Sense, and materializing it into a sword... That way, upon encountering evil spirits or a Divine Sense like Lord Yellow Mountain’s outside the Sea of Consciousness, he could also turn Divine Sense into a sword and slice them down... Mo Hua murmured to himself. Lord Yellow Mountain immediately shivered. It didn’t know what Mo Hua was plotting in that little head of his, but without needing to think, it knew for sure it was nothing good, possibly even something very frightening... Otherwise, it wouldn’t feel its neck getting cold... "Young Mister..." Lord Yellow Mountain showed an extremely amiable smile, even a bit fawning, "The mountain breeze is chilly. You should rest early. Tomorrow morning, we still have to hurry on our journey..." It wanted to send this little ancestor off as soon as possible... "I’m not tired!" Mo Hua said. With the Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness, he wouldn’t feel tired even if he didn’t sleep. Lord Yellow Mountain inwardly sighed. Little ancestor, oh how I wish you’d feel sleepy. If you’re not sleepy, this lengthy night will be hard to endure... Mo Hua had many more questions. For example, how one becomes a Mountain God, what is virtuous affinity? If a Mountain God harbors evil, do they become an Evil God? Why consume incense offerings? Why accept worship? And so on and so forth... It was still far from dawn, and Mo Hua wanted to seize the opportunity to ask Lord Yellow Mountain all these questions. Just as he was about to speak up, he suddenly paused, turning his gaze towards the door. Seeing the change in Mo Hua, Lord Yellow Mountain was somewhat surprised. A moment later, he too was startled. "Someone’s coming outside..." Mo Hua nodded. Lord Yellow Mountain looked astonished. Now it understood that this little Cultivator’s Divine Sense was extraordinary. Within its own mountain realm, this Cultivator could sense movements even before it could. "We should hide a bit..." Lord Yellow Mountain looked weakly at Mo Hua, seeking his approval. Mo Hua nodded, and only then did Lord Yellow Mountain heave a sigh of relief. It turned into a wisp of white smoke and subtly merged with the Divine Effigy of the Mountain God. Mo Hua erased the Warm Fire Formation on the ground and, using the Water Passing Step, walked vertically up the wall to perch on the beams, hiding behind a massive but broken beam. He then cast the Concealment Technique to hide himself well. Soon, faint footsteps could be heard outside the temple. Even though they kept their footsteps low, in the quiet mountain night, and especially to Mo Hua’s senses, they were still distinctly audible. Two unfamiliar Cultivators hid outside the temple door, looking into the temple and cautiously releasing their Divine Sense to scan around. Only after ensuring there was no one did they relax their guard and spoke to someone behind: "Big brother, there’s no one in the temple..." Voices followed one after another. "It’s too late, and the road here is terribly difficult to navigate..." "We’ve been tired for days..." "Let’s rest in the temple for a while..." "May the Mountain God bless us..." "Our heads are on our own shoulders, our lives are in our own hands. What blessing can a Mountain God give!"