Chapter 249: Bamboo Rice

"Does this not indicate this door spell is powerful?"

"Not that powerful," Bai Zisheng raised his eyebrows, confidently saying, "it can only trap me for about two breaths of time. I can urge my spirit power and break free quickly."

Mo Hua said, "In a life and death battle, life hangs by a thread. This two breaths of time is enough to decide victory and defeat, and also enough to decide life and death."

Bai Zisheng frowned upon hearing this, thought for a while, and had to admit, "You are right."

If one is momentarily careless and falls into a scheme, these one or two breaths of time can indeed decide life and death.

Mo Hua reminded, "You should be more careful later, don't get caught by this kind of obscure spell."

Bai Zisheng nodded with a grave expression.

Immediately, he thought again that there are probably not many cultivators in this world like Mo Hua who have extremely strong divine sense, are extremely fast in their movements, and have extremely obscure spells.

Bai Zisheng's heart inexplicably relaxed a bit.

Opportunities are rare, and not all cultivators use this kind of obscure spell. Bai Zisheng still wanted to spar with Mo Hua again, but if he continued sparring, his homework wouldn't get done.

Bai Zisheng had to go back somewhat reluctantly to continue doing his homework.

After Mo Hua finished practicing the Water Prison Spell, he was about to leave when Bai Zixi suddenly called out to him.

Mo Hua turned around and saw Bai Zixi's fair little hand taking out a book from the storage bag beside her, embroidered with a magnificent pale gold phoenix pattern, and handing it to him.

"What book is this?"

"A recipe book."

Mo Hua took it and looked carefully. It was indeed a food recipe book, recording some delicacies of the cultivation world and their cooking techniques.

The names of the dishes were dazzling, such as Gold Bi Full Hall, Crabapple Jade Crisp, Plum Blossom Reflect Snow, Dew Water Lotus, Only Envy Mandarin Ducks, Immortal Dew Pearl, and so on.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Give it to me?"

Bai Zixi looked at him lightly, "Give it to Aunt Liu."

"Oh."

Mo Hua nodded and thought for a bit that it made sense. He wasn't a chef, so having this recipe book was useless to him.

"Consider it a thank you gift for before," Bai Zixi said in a clear voice.

Mo Hua smiled, "Thank you, my mother will definitely be happy to receive it."

Bai Zixi also smiled faintly, her eyebrows like a new moon, her eyes like epiphyllums, pure and stunning.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, "Why grow so good-looking?"

Mo Hua went back, flipping through the recipe book on the way, seeing which foods were good. As he looked, his stomach became hungry.

After returning home, Mo Hua handed the recipe book to Liu Ruhua, "Mother, Zixi asked me to give this to you."

Liu Ruhua took it, looked at it, and a joyful expression appeared on her face, "Help me thank Zixi."

"Okay," Mo Hua nodded, then pointed at a dish named 'Emerald Bamboo Rice' on it, smiled and said, "Mother, I want to eat this."

Emerald Bamboo Rice is made by cutting a section of emerald bamboo tube, putting fragrant rice in it, then adding some green plums and clean, sweet spring water, and baking it over a fire.

When the fire is just right, the green color of the emerald bamboo fades, and the rice is cooked.

Splitting open the bamboo tube, the clear fragrance of bamboo, the slight sourness of green plums, and the fragrant stickiness of rice mix together. It is clear and fragrant, soft and glutinous, complete in color, aroma, and taste.

The method is not difficult, and the ingredients are all simple, not particularly rare. The few rare ingredients can also be substituted with others.

Mo Hua had picked for a long time before choosing this one.

Liu Ruhua dotingly touched Mo Hua's head, "Okay, Mother will make it for you."

The next day, Liu Ruhua prepared all the ingredients and tried making it several times. The Emerald Bamboo Rice then succeeded.

Mo Hua took a bite, the texture was soft and glutinous, the fragrance lingered in his mouth and cheeks. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and say, "Mother, it's really delicious!"

Liu Ruhua saw Mo Hua eating happily, her eyes also full of smiles.

After two days, Liu Ruhua made some more and asked Mo Hua to send it to Mister Zhuang and the Bai family siblings.

Mister Zhuang quite liked the clear and fragrant taste and nodded in satisfaction.

Bai Zisheng liked it too, but he preferred spicy demon meat.

The one who liked it the most was Bai Zixi. She sat under the big locust tree, eating one section after another. Her actions were elegant, she took small bites, chewing and swallowing slowly, but she never stopped and quickly ate three or four sections.

"Is it that delicious?" Mo Hua was a little doubtful.

Bai Zixi looked up when she heard this and picked up a section to hand to Mo Hua.

As Mo Hua ate, he felt it seemed a little more delicious than the one he ate that day. After eating one section, he still wanted to eat more.

So, under the big locust tree, the two people were like two little pandas, eating bamboo one section after another.

The matter of the sin cultivators came to an end, and it was easier for Mo Hua to act in the inner mountain and draw blood from the demon beasts.

For the remaining time, in addition to cultivating, Mo Hua still drew arrays, learned to solve arrays and reverse spirit arrays.

First, he learned the first-grade compound array, learned to draw it well on paper, and then solved the array himself.

Mo Hua just kept drawing and solving like this. If he got tired, he practiced the nine-path half-array pattern reverse spirit array.

His progress in solving arrays was very smooth. Each time he solved a compound array, Mo Hua's ability to solve arrays improved by one level.

But the progress of the reverse spirit array was very slow.

A complete reverse spirit array is a ten-path array pattern. Ten patterns of divine sense are comparable to Foundation Building. Mo Hua's divine sense strength is still far from enough, so he cannot draw a complete reverse spirit array.

Even with the incomplete nine-path half-array pattern, Mo Hua found it increasingly strenuous to draw.

Each stroke and line more on the nine-path array pattern above the tenth-path array pattern consumed nearly as much divine sense as drawing an entire array pattern before.

Mo Hua was also a little doubtful.

According to this progress, can I really have divine sense comparable to Foundation Building before Foundation Building?

Even if I can really have this kind of divine sense before Foundation Building, how many more years of array drawing will I need?

It won't take several decades, right?

Mo Hua was slightly worried, then thought again:

"I wonder if there are any other methods that can enhance divine sense..."

Mo Hua thought for a bit and felt it wasn't very likely. Among the cultivators around him, his divine sense growth was already the fastest.

Even Zisheng and Zixi, although their spirit roots were better than his and their cultivation was higher than his, their divine sense was not as good as his.

The Bai family is a big family, and Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi are also outstanding among the family. This explains that now Mo Hua, even if placed in a big family or big sect, his divine sense, if not unique, is at least rare.

Now it seems there are no other better methods.

Mo Hua sighed and calmed his mind, no longer thinking about this and that.

Since he can currently only rely on arrays, then he will persist in drawing.

One day, as long as his divine sense keeps growing, he will one day have divine sense comparable to Foundation Building. It's just a matter of time, sooner or later.

More than ten days passed, and Mo Hua met Yu Chengyi and found his expression grave. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Yu, what happened?"

Yu Chengyi was deep in thought. Upon hearing this, he looked up and saw that it was Mo Hua. He thought for a while that Mo Hua would know sooner or later, so he didn't hide it and said:

"Something has happened, those sin cultivators have made a move again."

"That bald head?"

Yu Chengyi nodded, "Correct."

Mo Hua said in surprise, "He killed and robbed again?"

"This time he robbed a merchant team, a group of twenty-plus cultivators, all disappeared without a trace, not even corpses were seen, only some blood stains at the scene."

Mo Hua's heart jumped. He found it somewhat unbearable, but immediately felt a little doubtful, "There should have been merchant teams robbed before, right? What's different this time?"

Yu Chengyi's expression was very grave, which was rare for him.

"It is different," Yu Chengyi sighed and continued, "One is that this time relatively many cultivators were robbed, and it seems no one survived. Second is that among this merchant team, there was a cultivator with a special identity."

"Is it some big figure?" Mo Hua was a little curious.

"Not a big figure," Yu Chengyi said, then asked Mo Hua, "Do you still remember the Kong family?"

"The Kong family of Qingxuan City?"

"Right."

Mo Hua naturally remembered the Kong family who forced Uncle Ji and his son to flee, caused the Fu Lan family to be broken and their people dead, bought through the Qingxuan City Dao Court Division, bullied the locals, and oppressed the rogue cultivators.

"Among this merchant team was a direct descendant young master of the Kong family, Kong Sheng."

Thank you to Wanderer Daoist You Si Fang for the reward.