Chapter 113: Fireball

Is this the spell?

Mo Hua's eyes widened in great surprise. Clearly, just by circulating spiritual power through certain meridians and using divine sense to urge the spiritual power outward, one could condense different elemental spells and achieve power beyond Mo Hua's expectations.

The pond rippled for a while, then returned to calm. Only the mottled water marks on the shore and the scorched water plants indicated that something had happened.

Kui Lao nodded, "Correct."

Mo Hua scratched his head, "Grandpa Kui, what should I practice next?"

"Practice this again."

"Practice this again?"

"Yes," Kui Lao said, "First, practice it a hundred times, gain more experience."

"Experience what?" Mo Hua asked doubtfully.

"Saying it won't make it clear to you. Practice it a hundred times, and you'll naturally experience it," Kui Lao said.

Mo Hua was a bit confused.

Kui Lao added, "It's similar to practicing arrays. Practice makes perfect. Draw more, and some things will naturally be understood. But this particular thing is hard to explain in words."

"Oh." Mo Hua understood a little and nodded. "Then can I practice here?" Mo Hua asked somewhat awkwardly. He couldn't possibly go home to practice, in case using the fireball spell burned down the house. Going to the mountains and forests alone to practice would also be somewhat dangerous.

"No problem." Kui Lao said indifferently.

Mo Hua hesitated, "What if I damage the pond, and these flowers and plants? Is that okay?"

Kui Lao calmly looked at Mo Hua, then gently waved his sleeve. Before Mo Hua even knew what had happened, in the blink of an eye, the water marks by the pond had disappeared, the scorched water plants were restored, and the fish were leisurely swimming in the pond again. It was as if everything that had just happened, and Mo Hua's use of the fireball spell, had never occurred.

Mo Hua stood rooted to the spot.

"No problem." Kui Lao said lightly.

In the following days, Mo Hua went to Mr. Zhuang's place whenever he had nothing to do. If Mr. Zhuang was awake, he would go greet him and conveniently ask some questions. If Mr. Zhuang was sleeping, he would go to the bamboo forest beside the pond and practice the fireball spell.

Mo Hua already understood the principle of the fireball spell, and after several days of practice, he also had a good grasp of how to use it. However, the power of the fireball, the speed of casting, and the accuracy of hitting varied subtly each time. These things, as Kui Lao said, needed to be practiced and experienced slowly to truly master; they were very difficult to explain in words.

These days, Mo Hua had been practicing the fireball spell by the pond. One fireball after another exploded in the pond, disturbing the spring water, sending water plants flying, and causing the fish at the bottom to panic. Fortunately, every day after Mo Hua left, Kui Lao would restore the pond. Otherwise, the pond's water would have already been bombed dry by Mo Hua.

This day, as Mo Hua was practicing the fireball spell by the pond, he saw a small head peeking over from a distance.

"Bai Zisheng?"

Seeing only Mo Hua alone, Bai Zisheng secretly ran over and asked curiously, "What are you playing?"

"Not playing, I'm practicing a spell." Mo Hua corrected him.

Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up, "You learned a spell? What spell? Use one for me to see!"

Mo Hua used the fireball spell to bomb the pond again. With a boom, water splashed everywhere.

After watching, Bai Zisheng was suddenly a little disappointed and pouted, "Just the fireball spell..."

Mo Hua was unconvinced, "What's wrong with the fireball spell?"

Bai Zisheng comforted him, "It's okay. I thought you would learn something more powerful."

"For example?"

"For example... oh, right, your spiritual power is low, even if you learned it, you couldn't use it." Bai Zisheng said.

Mo Hua gave him a sidelong glance and said lightly, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Not yet," Bai Zisheng instantly drooped his head. "I heard some movement here, so I secretly came to see. I have to go back later."

Bai Zisheng asked again, "Are you practicing the fireball spell here? Won't it disturb Mr. Zhuang?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I asked Grandpa Kui. He said it won't. Mr. Zhuang's side is far and very quiet."

Bai Zisheng nodded, looking at Mo Hua with some envy, "Mr. Zhuang is really good to you..."

"Mr. Zhuang is also good to all of you, and you and Mr. Zhuang have some connection, right?" Mo Hua said doubtfully.

Bai Zisheng waved his hand, "You don't understand..." He thought for a moment, then didn't say more. He and Zi Xi regarded Mr. Zhuang with reverence. Although they would normally go ask Mr. Zhuang if they had questions, besides that, they generally wouldn't easily disturb him. They would absolutely not dare to be like Mo Hua, who would go find Mr. Zhuang to ask questions and even use the fireball spell to bomb the pond in Mr. Zhuang's courtyard.

"Are you all trying to scheme against Mr. Zhuang, having ghosts in your hearts, that's why you're afraid of him?" Mo Hua looked suspiciously at Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng pouted, "I wish I had that ability."

"That's true." Mo Hua nodded.

Bai Zisheng asked curiously again, "Did Kui Lao teach you this fireball spell?"

"Yes."

"Did Kui Lao only teach you one fireball spell?"

"You don't understand, suitable is the best." Mo Hua imitated Kui Lao, wearing an experienced look.

Bai Zisheng thought for a moment, then nodded, "That's also true."

Mo Hua asked in return, "Is Grandpa Kui very powerful?"

"Should be." Bai Zisheng said uncertainly.

"So you don't know either."

Bai Zisheng laughed awkwardly.

Mo Hua then urged him, "You should quickly go do your homework. Don't disturb me practicing spells."

Bai Zisheng didn't want to leave; doing homework was too boring. "You practice, I can give you some pointers."

"What can you point out? You don't even know spells." Mo Hua was stunned.

Bai Zisheng was displeased, "Haven't eaten pork, but haven't seen a pig run? Although I practice martial arts, I still know about some powerful spells." After all, the Bai family had deep scholarly roots.

"Use the fireball spell for me to see again," Bai Zisheng said.

"Okay." Mo Hua used the fireball spell one more time. The pond was bombed once again.

"Hmm... the power is a bit small," Bai Zisheng said.

"Is it because my spiritual power is too weak?"

"Not entirely. The power of a spell is related to your proficiency in the spell. The more skillfully you use the spell, the greater its power. A spell, if used to perfection, will increase in power even if the spiritual power consumed remains unchanged." Bai Zisheng said patiently.

Mo Hua listened and nodded repeatedly, "Then what specifically does this proficiency refer to?"

"Do you have the meridians map for the fireball spell?"

Mo Hua opened the meridians map for the fireball spell.

Bai Zisheng pointed to the meridians map and said, "Simply put, it's the accuracy of the spiritual power circulation. If the spiritual power operation can accurately pass through these meridians and acupoints each time without deviation, then the spell's power will definitely be even higher. Of course, absolute accuracy is impossible. People are people, not puppets, so it's impossible to be without deviation every time. It's okay to have an approximation," Bai Zisheng added.

Mo Hua suddenly realized and asked Bai Zisheng a few more questions. Bai Zisheng rarely had the chance to show off in front of Mo Hua and pointed with enthusiasm for a while.

Suddenly, a paper ball flew over from who knows where, hitting Bai Zisheng directly on the head. Mo Hua picked up the paper ball, opened it, and found a small face simply sketched on it with a brush. The lines of the small face were simple, just a few lines and two dots, and it looked unhappy.

Bai Zisheng covered his head and, at a glance at the paper, exclaimed in alarm, "I'm finished. Zi Xi is angry. I told her I'd come play with you for a while, but I stayed too long without realizing it."

Bai Zisheng hurriedly got up, left a sentence, "You practice more yourself," and then slipped away.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.

Afterwards, Mo Hua followed what Bai Zisheng said and tried to accurately circulate his spiritual power each time. The power of the fireball spell did indeed become a little stronger.

When Mo Hua had practiced a hundred times, he could use the fireball spell quite skillfully. Mo Hua then went to find Kui Lao, "Grandpa Kui, I've practiced a hundred times!"

Kui Lao nodded, "Have you learned it?"

"I've learned it."

"Good," Kui Lao nodded, "Now I will formally start teaching you."

"Ah?"

Mo Hua was stunned, "You've already taught me, haven't you?"

Kui Lao said lightly, "I haven't taught yet. What is there to teach about the fireball spell?"

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