Chapter 2584: Chapter 48: Mutiny_2

The whip and spells of the Golden Core Sect were even more intense, all applied to Big Tiger.

Big Tiger was covered in bruises, yet it refused to yield.

However, after roaring and struggling for a long time without sensing anyone coming, and even the familiar aura it knew had vanished, Big Tiger’s expression suddenly turned despondent, lying on the ground with its head down, indifferent to the curses and assault of the Great Wilderness Sect cultivators.

The Golden Core cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect looked at each other.

"What’s wrong with this creature? Why does it behave so unusually?"

"No matter, it’s a good thing it’s quieter now."

"Perhaps it knows there’s no hope, and it’s disheartened..."

"Given time, its ferocity might be worn away, and Young Master will be pleased..."

...

Outside the Taoist soldiers’ camp.

Mo Hua found a secluded place, changed into Taoist soldiers’ attire, and then openly returned to the camp to find Yang Jiyong.

Upon seeing Mo Hua return, Yang Jiyong, while it was within expectations, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you find the item?"

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded.

Although unable to retrieve it...

"That’s good," Yang Jiyong said without comprehending, "You should rest while it’s still dark. Tomorrow we must continue our march."

"Alright."

Yang Jiyong left.

Mo Hua returned to the camp, lay on the bed, still worried about Big Tiger, pondering how to rescue Big Tiger.

But no matter how much he thought about it, it all seemed like a "dead end."

Forcing a rescue would risk angering the Great Wilderness Sect, which he couldn’t handle.

Even if he rescued Big Tiger, escape was impossible.

Now Big Tiger was in the camp of the Great Wilderness Sect, surrounded by Taoist soldiers.

The moment Monster Qi leaked out, the Great Wilderness Sect wouldn’t spare Big Tiger, and the Taoist soldiers Court would kill Big Tiger on the spot.

Anyway, Big Tiger would still die.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly.

Plans couldn’t keep up with changes.

Initially he thought of rescuing Big Tiger back in Great Desert City, but unexpectedly, Young Master Tuoba brought Big Tiger along.

The good news was now Big Tiger would be heading south with the Taoist soldiers, towards the Great Wilderness.

The bad news was rescuing Big Tiger had become even more difficult.

Lying on the bed, Mo Hua’s gaze kept shifting.

...

In the following days, the Court army continued advancing towards the Great Wilderness, their marching speed increasing steadily.

Mo Hua’s mind was almost entirely occupied with rescuing Big Tiger.

But he contemplated for a long time without a feasible plan.

After exactly seven days, the imposing Court army approached Fengbo Ridge, one of the Great Wilderness’s passes.

At Fengbo Ridge, three thousand miles of great winds blew, and the Sand Sea rolled like heavenly waves.

The endless Abyssal Swamp’s desolate mountain specter ridges spread alongside the Great Wilderness, resembling ghosts and specters, eerie and inscrutable.

This was the pass of the Great Wilderness, also a perilous spot.

The Taoist soldiers reached Fengbo Ridge near dusk, as night fell, they camped outside Fengbo Ridge.

The entire military camp was in a state of clamor. When everything was settled, it was already deep into the night.

Lying in bed, Mo Hua listened to the ghostly winds whistling past his ears, felt the stark temperature difference of the desert day and night, and thought to himself that he was engaged in military operations, a strange yet thrilling sense of grandeur swelling within him.

Of course, after the grandeur faded, his thoughts quickly turned back to worrying about Big Tiger.

But impossibility remained impossibility.

With only the Foundation Establishment cultivation, attempting to "steal a tiger" from under the watchful eyes of the Great Wilderness Sect’s Feather Transformation and Golden Core cultivators was truly too difficult.

"Big Tiger..."

While Mo Hua was contemplating, a sudden pang of anxiety struck him.

This time, the anxiety was more intense than ever before.

This signified...

"Is Big Tiger in danger?"

Mo Hua was not reassured, quietly got up, and tried a divination, yet gained no insight.

Frolicked with a copper coin, still no deductions came forth.

Mo Hua frowned, sensing something amiss.

"Why is it indeterminable?"

"Was cause and effect severed? Or did Big Tiger really encounter mishap?"

Pondering for a moment, Mo Hua ultimately felt uneasy and decided to see for himself, verify Big Tiger’s safety.

If Big Tiger was indeed endangered, he’s prepared to forsake caution, throw caution to the wind, and take it one step at a time.

Mo Hua donned a black cloak, hid his presence, and sneakily left the Taoist soldiers’ camp.

The night was deep, the desert wind bleak, slicing against him like blades.

Mo Hua faced the desert wind, blended into the night, traversed ghost-like ridges, and came alone to the Great Wilderness Sect’s encampment.

The encampment’s formation, especially the second-grade array, was remarkably tight.

Yet in the eyes of Mo Hua, a Formation Leader profoundly versed in the Qianxue Formation Path, there were many flaws.

Mo Hua skillfully bypassed the formation’s vigilance, once again entering the Great Wilderness encampment.

Soon, Mo Hua found the tent bound with iron locks.

With a finger’s touch, Mo Hua dispelled the formation at the corner of the tent, peered inside with unease.

Big Tiger was lying in the center, covered in blood marks, seemingly injured, but with its large head slightly moving, breath still fairly stable.

"Still alive..."

Mo Hua breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although injured, its life remained intact, and the atmosphere within the tent was relatively tranquil, not overly perilous.

Outside the tent, several Golden Core cultivators were drinking to ward off the cold, not torturing Big Tiger.

Fragmented and intermittent sounds came through, those Golden Core cultivators were chatting.

Mo Hua pondered, then moved a bit closer, holding his breath, releasing his Divine Sense, and listened to the speech.

Their conversation was mundane, not confidential, hence they didn’t lower their voices, seemingly unconcerned about eavesdropping.

"The fickle cold and heat..."

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