Chapter 141: Treating

After several people went their separate ways, Mo Hua returned home. The next day, he found Elder Yu and told him about the matter.

When Elder Yu heard "silver-white Daoist robe," he exploded with rage.

"It must be those dog bastards from the Qian family!"

Elder Yu stood in the room with his hands on his hips and proceeded to thoroughly curse the Qian family from old to young, from top to bottom. His words were vulgar and repetitive, leaving Mo Hua speechless as he watched.

After venting his anger, Elder Yu finally noticed Mo Hua standing by his side, staring at him with his big, dark, shiny eyes.

Elder Yu felt a little embarrassed and silently thought to himself:

"I got angry and forgot that Mo Hua was still here. I need to be careful next time and not lead this good child astray..."

Elder Yu coughed and said:

"Just pretend you didn't hear what I said earlier."

"Oh."

Mo Hua nodded, but secretly recorded all of Elder Yu's curses in his heart for future reference.

Swearing isn't good, but if you ever need to, you shouldn't be at a disadvantage.

"Elder, didn't the Qian family do many bad things?" Mo Hua asked again.

Elder Yu was about to speak but stopped himself and said:

"This is an adult's matter, you don't need to worry about it."

He then secretly mumbled to himself: "...If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. The Qian family's old ancestor is a bastard turtle, so you can't expect to find many good people among them... They're really a nest of rats from a stinking ditch..."

As he spoke, Elder Yu unknowingly started cursing again.

Mo Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The Qian family indeed all wore silver-white Daoist robes, but that didn't mean everyone who wore a silver-white Daoist robe was a cultivator from the Qian family.

Elder Yu would handle this matter, so Mo Hua didn't ask any more questions.

Two days later, Zhang Lan finished dealing with the evil cultivator's matter. He personally paid the bill and invited Mo Hua and Si Tu Fang to eat at the Ling Can Lou on Bei Da Jie.

The Ling Can Lou was opened by the An family. Mo Hua had some friendship with the An family's young master, An Xiao Pang, having helped him with his array homework. He had also been there before to ask the shopkeeper for the method of making the stove, but he had never eaten there before.

After all, the meals at the Ling Can Lou all contained spiritual energy and were very expensive.

However, Zhang Lan was not short of spirit stones, and Mo Hua didn't stand on ceremony with him.

"You worked hard to catch that evil cultivator this time, eat more," Zhang Lan said, pointing at the table full of dishes.

Si Tu Fang nodded repeatedly from the side, "Eat more, you can order more if it's not enough."

Mo Hua stuffed his cheeks full and asked, "Where's Brother Si Tu Xiu?"

"He went back to report."

"Oh." Mo Hua responded. He didn't really care, he was just asking casually.

Mo Hua ate like a wolf devouring a tiger, while Zhang Lan leisurely drank wine and didn't move his chopsticks much.

He had been eating these spirit meals since he was a child and was tired of them. Although the spiritual energy was abundant, the taste was ordinary and nothing special; he didn't particularly like them.

He felt that Mo Hua's family's wild yak demon meat was still better, both fragrant and spicy, making it more flavorful.

Si Tu Fang, on the other hand, found Mo Hua's bulging cheeks while eating particularly cute and lovely, so he just propped up his chin and watched Mo Hua eat.

There was a table full of chicken, duck, fish, and meat from who knows what kind of spirit beasts, but only Mo Hua was eating.

Mo Hua actually felt that it wasn't as good as his mother's cooking, but these meals were really too expensive. It would be a waste not to eat them.

But by the time Mo Hua was full, there were still many dishes left on the table.

Zhang Lan said, "I'll ask the shopkeeper to pack it up for you to take back later."

Then he took out a storage bag and handed it to Mo Hua:

"There are a hundred spirit stones inside, they're for you."

Mo Hua was happy and was just about to reach out to take it when he suddenly frowned a little and whispered:

"You're letting me eat and also giving me something to take. You wouldn't happen to have something you need my help with and are trying to bribe me, would you?"

"What are you thinking?" Zhang Lan sighed helplessly, "I invited you to eat because you helped a lot. These spirit stones are considered a reward from the Daoist Court Division."

"Oh, I see."

Only then did Mo Hua feel at ease and accept it.

Zhang Lan continued, "I mentioned it to the head of the division. Originally, the Daoist Court Division would give you other rewards, but many of these rewards are just empty titles, more flash than substance, and they can easily cause trouble."

Mo Hua was a little curious, "What kind of trouble will they cause?"

"These evil cultivators are not necessarily alone. Some have accomplices, some are from the same sect, and some even have sects. If the Daoist Court Division rewards you, who knows if they will come seeking revenge."

Zhang Lan finished the wine in his cup and said, "So, officially, the merit counts towards the Daoist Court Division. I asked them to give you more spirit stones. After all, to you, spirit stones are more practical."

Mo Hua nodded in agreement: "That's right, keeping a low profile and making a fortune is the best!"

Zhang Lan thought for a moment and then said, "There's another matter. The An family's old master wants to meet you."

"The An family's old master?"

Mo Hua frowned, then a thought flashed in his mind, and he understood. He whispered to Zhang Lan:

"That evil cultivator was harvesting the An family's daughter, right?"

Zhang Lan gasped, "How did you know?"

"Didn't you let it slip that day, saying it would be difficult to explain to the An family..."

Zhang Lan interrupted, "I didn't say that!"

Mo Hua looked at him meaningfully, and Zhang Lan felt a headache coming on from being stared at.

This kind of matter couldn't be leaked...

Si Tu Fang saw the two of them whispering and frowned, "What are you two mumbling about?"

Zhang Lan immediately said, "Nothing." Then he winked at Mo Hua and secretly said, "I'll invite you to another meal next time."

Mo Hua also said, "Uncle Zhang didn't say anything either."

Si Tu Fang looked at Mo Hua, then suspiciously at Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he stood up and busied himself with packing for Mo Hua.

Afterward, the two of them took Mo Hua to the An family.

The An family mainly ran a spirit meal business and focused on beautiful color, aroma, and taste, hoping guests would enjoy and return.

The An family was not as arrogant and unrestrained as the Qian family. The pavilions and buildings within the clan were mainly magnificent and comfortable, light luxury and restrained, not overly ostentatious.

Along the way, Mo Hua looked around.

He wasn't interested in the An family's decor, only in the array laws arranged by the An family.

From the moment he entered the door, he had been staring at the array laws on the walls, floors, and everywhere else, studying them.

Some array laws were more obvious and could be seen at a glance, while others were obscure or complex, and he had to infer them based on the array patterns or spiritual power characteristics.

Mo Hua looked with great interest, while the An family guards who were following him felt increasingly tense.

They felt that Mo Hua didn't look like he was visiting; he looked more like he was scouting.

Scout a good spot during the day, then come back to steal at night.

The key was that although Mo Hua was young, his gaze was extraordinarily profound, as if he could see through the walls, wood, and stone at a glance, seeing through the array laws inside.

He even muttered softly, chanting things like "solid earth array," "gold stone array," "flame fire array"...

He even identified what array laws were used on the An family's walls, floors, and roofs...

What kind of guest was this!

The An family guards felt bitter in their hearts.

But since he was a guest, they couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before Mo Hua reached the living room.

Several guards also breathed a sigh of relief. They bowed to the old man in the middle of the living room and then respectfully retreated.

In the exquisite and elegant living room, an old man sat.

Mo Hua secretly sized him up, seeing that his mustache and hair were all white, his face was rosy and full of vitality, and his face was somewhat dignified, but his expression was very amiable. He guessed that this should be Elder An, who was also the actual power holder of the An family.

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