Chapter 317: Provoking

The Qian family exerts pressure, forcing Teacher Yan to leave, and Tongxian Gate no longer teaches array methods.

This way, the Qian family can then monopolize array methods, and Black Mountain Stronghold can also borrow array methods to cover up their evil deeds.

Loose cultivators in Tongxian City, because they don't understand array methods, can never know what evil cultivators are doing with array methods...

Mo Hua thinks about it and feels more and more chilled, and his heart is also somewhat hesitant and uncertain.

Can the Qian family's conspiracy really be so far-reaching?

Mo Shan walks and walks, sees Mo Hua suddenly stop, seemingly thinking of something, his expression becoming more and more serious, even showing an expression of lingering fear, then asks worriedly:

"Hua, what's wrong?"

Mo Hua comes back to his senses, thinks for a moment, and says solemnly: "Dad, let's go find Elder Yu."

Mo Shan doesn't know what Mo Hua has thought of, but he guesses that he must have made some discovery, so he nods and says:

"Okay."

Mo Hua follows Mo Shan to the Yu family.

Elder Yu has just returned and is leisurely drinking tea in the hall. When he hears that Mo Hua has come, he smiles happily and stands up. Just as he is about to say something, he sees Mo Hua's serious expression and Mo Shan's solemn face beside him.

Elder Yu is startled, his smile gradually fades, and he asks:

"What happened?"

Mo Hua thinks for a moment, then tells him his guess.

The Qian family forces Teacher Yan to leave, making Tongxian Gate no longer teach array methods, thereby allowing Black Mountain Stronghold to borrow array methods to hide in the deep mountains and commit evils without being discovered.

Elder Yu frowns, his withered thin fingers tap on the table, pondering for a long time, then slowly says:

"It's very possible, but it's a bit far-fetched..."

The Qian family monopolizes array methods, possibly simply for borrowing array methods to make profit, not necessarily really for covering Black Mountain Stronghold.

This can only be considered a clue, not ironclad evidence.

Mo Hua nods, "I also know it's a bit far-fetched, so I just came to ask you."

Elder Yu asks: "What do you want to know?"

"That day when attacking Black Mountain Stronghold, you fought with the evil cultivators. Were there really no cultivators from the Qian family inside?" Mo Hua asks.

Elder Yu's gaze sharpens, he thinks carefully, still shakes his head and says:

"At least those several leaders were not from the Qian family."

Mo Shan also says: "Other Qi Refining stage evil cultivators, I also didn't find any from the Qian family."

"What about the big leader? Do you know his identity?"

Elder Yu shakes his head, "He covered his face with black cloth, so I couldn't see his face, but his aura was very strange, not even like a local Foundation Building cultivator from Tongxian City."

Mo Hua scratches his head, again somewhat uncertain, "Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

"That's the problem."

Elder Yu sighs and says, "If the Qian family is really the mastermind behind the scenes, and is connected to Black Mountain Stronghold, then among the evil cultivators, it's impossible for there to be no Qian family cultivators, and among those several leaders, there would definitely be one Foundation Building cultivator from the Qian family!"

"Could there be exceptions?" Mo Hua asks.

Elder Yu exhales a breath, "I've dealt with the Qian family for so many years, I know their style of acting very clearly. If they collude with Black Mountain Stronghold, they will definitely try every possible way to insert their people, slowly penetrate and erode, and occupy Black Mountain Stronghold as their own."

"And if Black Mountain Stronghold was established by the Qian family, that big leader, even if not Qian Hong, would also be some elder of the Qian family."

Mo Hua asks: "Could it be a disguise or something like that?"

Elder Yu shakes his head: "No matter how they disguise, their spiritual power aura doesn't change. I am very familiar with those several Foundation Building cultivators from the Qian family. As long as they open their mouths, I know what they're farting, it's impossible to mistake them."

Mo Hua is a bit dejected, he still thought he had discovered the connection between the Qian family and Black Mountain Stronghold...

Elder Yu pats his shoulder, encouragingly says:

"Thinking is good, but you still need to find more evidence. I will have people keep a close eye on the Qian family to see if they show any abnormalities."

"Um." Mo Hua nods.

On the way back home, Mo Hua asks Mo Shan:

"Dad, do you think it's the Qian family?"

Mo Shan nods, "Very much so."

"But, it seems there are really no clues at all..."

Mo Hua is a bit disheartened.

Mo Shan ponders and says: "Paper cannot wrap fire, and there are no walls without wind in this world. If the Qian family is really related to Black Mountain Stronghold, clues will be exposed sooner or later."

He then touches Mo Hua's head, and says warmly:

"Some things, it's okay if you can't figure them out for a while. As long as you pay more attention, you will understand one day."

Mo Hua's mood improves somewhat, and he silently nods.

In the following days, besides cultivating and drawing array methods, Mo Hua spends all his time thinking about this problem, but makes no progress.

He is not discouraged, keeping his father's words in mind: as long as he pays more attention, he will always discover clues.

One day, Zhang Lan comes to find Mo Hua again, and opens his mouth and says:

"Be careful recently."

Mo Hua is startled, "Why?"

"Someone might want to find trouble with you."

Mo Hua frowns, "The Qian family?"

Could it be that his suspicion about the Qian family was known by the Qian family, so the Qian family wants to deal with him?

"Not exactly the Qian family... and also the Qian family..."

Zhang Lan says vaguely.

Mo Hua looks at him suspiciously, "Uncle Zhang, are you drunk?"

"What nonsense, I haven't drunk yet!"

Zhang Lan glances at Mo Hua, gulps down a big bowl of wine, then opens his mouth and says: "It's Qian Xing."

"Qian Xing?"

Mo Hua is a bit surprised, he hasn't heard about Qian Xing for a long time.

"Isn't Qian Xing gone mad?"

"He was only mad for a while, he won't be mad for a lifetime." Zhang Lan says, "Moreover, after all, he is a legitimate son. The Qian family has been finding people to cure him all along. After so long, he is finally cured."

Mo Hua holds his small chin, thinks and says: "He shouldn't, still come to find trouble with me?"

Zhang Lan looks at Mo Hua with a seemingly smiling but not smiling expression, "What do you think?"

Mo Hua furrows his brows.

It seems... it's really hard to say.

Qian Xing is used to bullying people by power, and his temperament is vengeful, perhaps he really won't let himself go.

This kind of playboy generally only has a temper, no brains.

Mo Hua thinks for a moment, his eyes light up slightly, and he whispers: "What if, if I kill him..."

Zhang Lan coughs, and says with a complex expression: "I am the Registrar of the Dao Court Department, is it not too appropriate for you to tell me this?"

"I said what if."

"Not even 'what if'."

Mo Hua sighs, "Uncle Zhang, you've changed. Initially, when you instructed me to harm Qian Xing..."

Zhang Lan quickly covers his mouth, "I didn't instruct you!"

"Okay, even if you didn't instruct."

Zhang Lan really has no way with Mo Hua, sighs and says:

"If he really comes to find trouble with you, just find someone to beat him up. As long as it doesn't cause death, it's fine, otherwise it will be hard to explain to the Qian family."

Mo Hua nods and says: "Okay!"

In the following days, Mo Hua starts waiting for Qian Xing to come.

If he hasn't guessed wrong, Qian Xing will definitely come to find him.

And Qian Xing indeed doesn't disappoint him. One evening, at the foot of a mountain, on a side road, Qian Xing brings several little brothers again and blocks Mo Hua.

Long time no see, Qian Xing is much thinner.

His face is even paler, his cheekbones are prominent, and his temperament is gloomy with some madness.

He looks quite changed, but the only thing unchanged is the resentment in the bottom of his eyes and his hatred towards Mo Hua.

Without a word of nonsense, Qian Xing directly orders the little brothers under him:

"Go up together, cripple him first and then talk!"

This time, for safety, he brought five little brothers.

One Qi Refining ninth layer, four Qi Refining eighth layer, plus him, dealing with a Qi Refining seventh layer Mo Hua is simply more than enough.

Moreover, he specially chose a secluded place, with no demon hunters or other loose cultivators.

This time, he wants to wash away his previous shame and make this little bastard Mo Hua kneel in front of him begging for mercy.

As soon as Qian Xing's words fall, several Qian family disciples act. That Qi Refining ninth layer Qian family disciple even takes the lead, rushing straight towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stands in place, expressionless, not dodging or avoiding, raises his hand and it is a Fireball Technique.

The Fireball Technique is deep in color, not large in volume, but strangely fast.

The Qi Refining ninth layer Qian family disciple cannot dodge in time, but at this point, he also disdains to dodge.

It's just a Fireball Technique.

He is a body cultivator, and has the earth spiritual root, with thick skin and flesh, fundamentally not afraid of this small Fireball Technique, at most he will suffer a little injury.

Moreover, Young Master Qian is watching from the side, this is a good opportunity, he needs to show his bravery and leave a good impression on Young Master Qian.

So he directly takes this Fireball Technique with his chest.

The deep red Fireball Technique explodes with a strange fluctuation.

The scorching and twisted spiritual power directly shreds his chest armor, breaks open his chest, and even evaporates the blood near his heart veins.

Severe pain that is hard to bear comes.

The Qi Refining ninth layer Qian family disciple is caught off guard, his eyes turn white, and he falls directly with a thud.

He rushed fast, and fell fast.

The other several rushing forward Qian family disciples see this, their figures abruptly stop, their hearts alarmed, their faces showing disbelief.

Is this damn... a Fireball Technique?

One Fireball Technique just puts a person down?

The originally noisy mountain foot suddenly becomes dead silent.