Chapter 134: Encounter

Old Zhao was severely injured and his breathing was weak.

The crowd saved him, gave him some pills to protect his heart and pulse, then carried him down the mountain. Overnight, they knocked on the door of Xinglin Tang.

Old Mister Feng took action and saved his life.

But although his life was preserved, he was still unconscious.

According to Old Mister Feng, he had been targeted for a deadly attack and chased over a long distance, exhausting his spiritual power and losing excessive blood. This caused him to fall into a coma, unable to wake up.

He would need slow nursing. Only when his qi and blood were nourished well could he wake up.

Thankfully, he was discovered early. If it had been a bit later, it was estimated that returning to heaven would have been impossible.

When he heard that Mo Hua had discovered him and saved him, Old Mister Feng was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled with relief, patting Mo Hua's head and saying:

"You child, you have great fortune."

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed.

Old Zhao's wife had fainted several times due to excessive worry. Hearing that her husband was in a coma but his life was saved, her tense mind relaxed.

She took the time to thank Mo Hua, giving him several pieces of Dao robes she had made herself. Near the collar, two lines of small words were embroidered:

Safe and sound, enduring for a long time.

This was considered the most sincere blessing.

Liu Ruhua pulled her into the room to talk, comforting her softly. By the time she said goodbye and left, her expression was much better.

Only Mo Hua was still very concerned about one thing.

Old Mister Feng said that Uncle Zhao was targeted for a deadly attack, not chased by demon beasts.

In Tongxian City, who would target a Foundation Establishment late-stage demon hunter for a deadly attack?

Mo Hua couldn't figure it out.

Elder Yu had already sent people to investigate and should have some clues. Even if they didn't find anything, once Uncle Zhao woke up, he would likely know the truth.

However, these were matters for Elder Yu and the others to worry about, unrelated to Mo Hua.

He had done everything he should have done.

He only hoped that Uncle Zhao would wake up soon and that their family would be reunited.

After that period of time, Mo Hua spent more thought on cultivation.

He also spent an extra hour each day meditating and cultivating, refining spirit stones.

A cultivator's practice relies more on persistence. Practicing every day without stopping, accumulating over time, naturally leads to breakthroughs.

One didn't need to practice for too long each day, as long as they persisted for an hour every day.

Mo Hua spent this extra hour, and the efficiency wasn't actually high; the spiritual power he could refine wasn't much either. But after all, he was only a step away from the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment. Mo Hua wanted to try hard and cross over earlier.

Several days later, he did indeed feel the threshold of the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment.

Mo Hua treated the matter solemnly, burned incense and bathed, prepared spirit stones, carefully concentrated his spirit, and waited for the breakthrough.

Then he failed.

He didn't cross this threshold...

Mo Hua's small face darkened. Carrying his storage bag, he entered Heishan again.

Breakthroughs in cultivation were a matter of fate; he was too lazy to care.

He would rather stock up on more demon blood to keep for practicing array formations.

After Mo Hua entered Heishan, he discovered that there were fewer demon hunters inside the mountain.

Before, when he entered the mountain, he could encounter quite a few acquaintances in half a day. Now, wandering for a day, he only saw one or two.

Mo Hua encountered a not-so-familiar demon hunting team, rubbed their demon blood, invited them to eat beef, and inquired a bit. Then he knew the reason.

Old Zhao had been chased and killed, and Elder Yu was a little worried, so he sent people to investigate and also told everyone to enter Heishan less these past few days. That's why there were fewer demon hunters inside the mountain.

Mo Hua furrowed his brows a bit. With fewer people, there were relatively more demon beasts.

If he stayed in the mountain, it would be somewhat dangerous.

If he were to be chased by demon beasts, there wouldn't even be anyone to help.

"Go down the mountain now?"

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then still shook his head. His spiritual sense was already very strong, not weak compared to ordinary Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators. If he encountered demon beasts, he could discover them early and wouldn't be chased and killed.

But he should be low-key, still low-key.

Mo Hua smeared some grass juice on his clothes, inserted several branches in his hair, and also made his face dirty.

This way, the demon beasts couldn't smell his scent. Looking from afar, with the grass and branches, they couldn't distinguish his figure either.

As for dirty clothes, his mother would help him wash them when he returned.

Mo Hua put his heart at ease, then according to the original plan, continued to "patrol the mountain."

Mo Hua held his compass, wandering until noon. When his stomach was hungry, he lay in a patch of grass and ate the beef his mother had made.

While eating, Mo Hua suddenly felt movement. He raised his head and looked through the grass, then saw several cultivators walking towards him in the distance.

Looking at their clothing, they didn't look like demon hunters.

Mo Hua's expression became alert. He lowered his body and secretly released his spiritual sense.

His spiritual sense could perceive that there were three people in total, two males and one female. Their cultivation was all at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. Their spiritual power was relatively obscure, not easy to detect, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

Mo Hua perked up his ears, listening curiously.

"...Searched for several days, found nothing..." one male said intermittently.

"Be patient... That person is extremely cunning..."

"...Despicable and shameless... If I find him, I must tear him into ten thousand pieces..." This was a female voice.

Who were they talking about? It couldn't be Uncle Zhao, could it?

Mo Hua held his breath and concentrated his spirit, listening carefully.

As the three people got closer, their voices became clearer. Among them, there was a voice that vaguely sounded familiar to Mo Hua.

"...If you still don't find him, you should go back first," the male walking in front said.

"I'm not going back!" This was the female's voice.

"Is this the capability of your Tongxian City Dao Court Division? You can't even find a person?" another male said, his voice sounding somewhat sarcastic.

"That thief is quite familiar with Heishan. Hiding in the mountain, our search is like fishing for a needle in the sea."

"Fishing for a needle in the sea still needs to be fished out..."

"You're not local cultivators, you don't understand. Heishan is full of demon beasts, it's extremely dangerous..."

"Just a second-grade demonic mountain, how dangerous can it be?"

"The ignorant are fearless..."

"Hmph, I'm not like you, timid and overcautious! In this mountain, whether it's demon beasts or that thief, I'll chop one down if I see one..."

The male walking in front suddenly stopped, laughing coldly:

"Don't boast, you've been spied on for half a day and haven't even noticed?"

"What did you say?"

"What spy?"

That male was silent for a moment, suddenly drew his sword, pointed it towards the patch of grass where Mo Hua was hiding, and said coldly:

"Don't hide, come out!"

The other two were startled by this. Their eyes flashed with surprise. They both took a step back, drew their knives, and stood ready, their expressions grave, following the direction of the male's sword.

The mountain rocks were rugged, the wild grass was lush, and there was nothing abnormal.

The more so, the more alarmed they felt.

The male holding the sword had a solemn face, and a sense of caution arose in his heart.

If he hadn't accidentally used a bit of his spiritual sense and discovered a figure in the grass patch that was vague to the point of being almost undetectable, they wouldn't have known until now that the three of them were being spied on!

They were three Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivators, and without their awareness, they had been spied on the entire way with spiritual sense by that person!

Stronger spiritual sense, deeper cultivation, plus being good at hiding, cunning and treacherous...

As the male holding the sword thought of this, he felt a chill down his spine.

Mo Hua, hiding in the grass patch, knew he had been discovered, so he slowly stood up.

The three people only saw the grass patch move slightly, then a thin, small figure appeared.

Its head had strange branches growing out, its body wore clothes like a cultivator's Dao robe, but it was dyed with a large amount of grass juice, and its face was gray and black, making it difficult to see its appearance.

Its spiritual power was also relatively weak, no, it should be deliberately hiding its aura.

"Is it a person? Or a demon beast?"

The male holding the sword's expression became more tense, and a chill arose in his heart. He didn't know whether or not to make a move.

Then he saw that thing, which he didn't know was a person or a demon beast, wave at him, and a clear and cheerful voice said:

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see!"

The male holding the sword suddenly stared dumbfounded.

He recognized this voice, and he recognized this figure...

"Mo... Mo Hua?!"

"Mm mm," Mo Hua nodded happily.

Zhang Lan was completely dumbfounded. The sword in his hand dropped to the ground with a clang.

Mi read mobile version:

Click here to report an error.