Chapter 318: Things Are Not What They Used To Be

The expressions of the Qian family disciples were alarmed and frightened, while Mo Hua's expression remained as usual.

He possessed Foundation Establishment divine sense, Concealment Technique, and Passing Water Step. Facing ordinary Qi Refining cultivators, he could attack when advancing and flee when retreating, already standing in an undefeated position.

Moreover, he still had spells and formations.

The current him was no longer the small array master who hadn't learned martial arts, cultivated spells, or even had enough strength to escape with his life.

So when Qian Xing provoked him, he didn't even need to call for help; he could solve it himself.

They were just a few Qian family thugs who relied on their power to bully others, and who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

They weren't evil cultivators who killed people like hemp, nor were they bloody and strange evil cultivators. There was no tacit understanding between them, and their offense was nonexistent. It was very simple to deal with them.

And Mo Hua also wanted to test the power of his Fireball Technique.

Since he learned this Fireball Technique, he had never used it in actual combat.

Now that he tried it out, the power was quite good.

Mo Hua nodded slightly, very satisfied.

However, Mo Hua then reconsidered. The power of this Fireball Technique shouldn't be this great.

This Qian family idiot at Qi Refining Layer Nine, who knew what illness he had, didn't dodge or avoid, and even used his chest to receive this specially aimed Fireball Technique. This directly severely injured him and caused him to fall to the ground.

Mo Hua held back and didn't take his life.

He also didn't want to cause a death, lest it add trouble to Zhang Lan and also bring trouble upon himself.

However, these Qian family disciples were not good people either.

Today they could follow Qian Xing to bully him, a small cultivator. Tomorrow, who knew where they would go to commit evil deeds.

Even if he didn't kill them, some lessons were indispensable.

Mo Hua raised his hand and pointed his fingers, starting to condense the Fireball Technique again.

He condensed spells quickly and cast them quickly. In just a moment, Fireball Techniques flew out one by one with whooshing sounds.

Some Qian family disciples didn't even understand what was happening before they were knocked down by Mo Hua's Fireball Technique again;

Some understood and wanted to run, but it was already too late. They were directly hit by Fireballs and fell to the ground, unconscious;

Some were thinking of a desperate fight and rushed towards Mo Hua desperately, but their movement techniques were obviously not faster than Mo Hua's spell casting. They were hit in the face by a Fireball Technique and fell down tragically;

Some had already run far away but were fixed in place by Mo Hua with the Water Prison Technique, followed by a Fireball Technique, which directly hit them and made them lie down...

Fireball Techniques flew everywhere, wails sounded one after another, and the Qian family disciples successively fell to the ground.

In an instant, only Qian Xing was left of the Qian family members.

Qian Xing stood foolishly stiffly in his original spot, as if he felt he was having a nightmare.

What just happened?

Mo Hua, that little brat, stood still and just raised his hands a few times, releasing several Fireball Techniques. The family cultivators he brought all fell down one by one.

He wanted to get close, but he couldn't get near! He wanted to escape, but he couldn't run away!

Qian Xing's expression changed dramatically.

When did Mo Hua, this little brat, become so terrifying?!

"Am I still dreaming, or not yet awake? What I just saw, was it just my illusion?"

"Before my eyes is not Mo Hua, but a monster wearing human skin?"

Qian Xing's pupils shook dramatically, and he fell into deep self-doubt.

In a daze, Qian Xing looked up and saw Mo Hua smiling at him from afar.

This smile was innocent and carefree, yet it carried a hint of evil aura, so innocent that it was somewhat terrifying.

Qian Xing screamed, fell to the ground, used his hands and feet to crawl a few times, but couldn't crawl up.

When he finally struggled to stand up with difficulty, he discovered that Mo Hua had already silently appeared before him without knowing when.

Qian Xing's voice trembled as he called out: "Don't come over! Don't eat me!"

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

Qian Xing's madness seemed to have recovered, but it also seemed not completely recovered. Occasionally, he still had some delusional symptoms. The fear in his dreams remained in his mind, and he would occasionally confuse it with reality.

Mo Hua wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyebrows furrowed. He turned his hand and took out the Thousand Jin Stick, swinging it down with the force of a thousand jin.

This stick hit Qian Xing's arm, breaking his forearm and also knocking off the talisman he held in his hand.

"In front of me, playing these small tricks?"

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing with a seemingly smiling expression.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth, endured the pain, cold sweat flowed straight down his forehead, and his voice trembled: "You are... Mo Hua?"

He didn't believe it!

Although he had been crazy for a year or two, when he woke up again, he found that Mo Hua was completely not the Mo Hua he recognized.

That little brat whose neck he had pinched could actually rely on his own power to play him in the palm of his hand!

And he himself couldn't defeat Mo Hua, the disciples he called couldn't defeat Mo Hua, and the little bit of scheming he did was also seen through by Mo Hua at a glance.

How was this possible?

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing doubtfully, "Didn't your dad tell you not to provoke me?"

Qian Xing was annoyed, his face turning green and then purple.

His dad had told him.

Even the first thing after he woke up was to be warned by his dad:

Don't go provoke Mo Hua!

This not only didn't dispel his thoughts, but instead deepened his hatred.

He was a direct descendant of the Qian family, his dad was the head of the Qian family, and in this small plot of land in Tongxian City, he always did whatever he wanted.

Now he repeatedly stumbled at the hands of a rogue cultivator with a low background.

Even more so, his dad, the head of the Qian family, Qian Hong, not only didn't help him get this justice back, but instead warned him not to cause trouble.

This made Qian Xing feel unbelievable.

They were the Qian family, when had they ever suffered this kind of cowardly treatment?

The more his dad told him not to provoke Mo Hua, the more he wanted to kill Mo Hua to vent the hatred in his heart.

Just now, Qian Xing finally understood why his dad told him not to provoke Mo Hua.

Because he really couldn't provoke him...

Mo Hua's expression made him unable to fathom him, and Mo Hua's methods also made him fearful.

Especially that smile that was innocent with a hint of evil aura, whenever Qian Xing thought of it, he felt a chill in his heart.

Mo Hua carried the Thousand Jin Stick and sized up Qian Xing with his gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qian Xing's face instantly turned pale, and he sternly threatened: "I am the direct son of the Qian family, you cannot kill me!"

"Really?"

Qian Xing struggled to retreat, completely disregarding the pain of his broken arm wound, muttering: "Don't come over!"

Mo Hua said with a pretended gloomy expression: "I will ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, I will not kill you."

Although he originally didn't intend to kill Qian Xing, just scare him and conveniently ask some questions.

Qian Xing bit his teeth and nodded: "Okay!"

Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked: "In your Qian family, can outsiders enter?"

"What outsiders?"

"People who are not from the Qian family."

Qian Xing said: "As long as they have blood relations or are relatives by marriage, it's fine, but the treatment is impossible to be good. They will generally be classified as a branch family."

Branch families are basically cultivators at the edge of the family.

"Have you seen strangers in your family?"

Mo Hua asked again.

"There are many people in the Qian family, I can't recognize all of them."

"Have you seen cultivators who don't look like they are from your Qian family?"

Qian Xing frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

Mo Hua looked at Qian Xing coldly, "Are you questioning me?"

Qian Xing felt a chill in his heart and then remembered that his life was currently in Mo Hua's hands. It was his turn to ask him, he had no right to ask him anything.

Qian Xing said dully: "No."

Mo Hua said cautiously: "You just said that it's impossible for you to recognize all the people in the Qian family. How are you so sure there are no outsiders?"

Qian Xing explained honestly: "Appearance may not be clearly distinguishable, but if they are not from the Qian family and do not live in the Qian family for a long time, whether they follow the family rules or not, these can be seen. Outsiders, even if they wear the Qian family's clothes, will seem out of place in their every move..."

Mo Hua's expression did not change, but he felt some regret in his heart.

If Qian Xing was not lying and there were very few outsiders in the Qian family, then no evil cultivators should have entered, at least not on the surface.

"Then, have the cultivators in your Qian family cultivated any strange cultivation methods?"

Qian Xing was slightly startled, "Strange cultivation methods?"

"Things like sucking people's spiritual power, sucking people's blood, or harvesting supplements and so on..."

Qian Xing laughed coldly, "Even if I'm ignorant, I know that these are evil cultivation methods and are openly prohibited by the Dao Court. How could the Qian family cultivate them?"

Qian Xing's tone was somewhat sarcastic.

Mo Hua hit him on the head with a stick, displeased: "What are you laughing coldly for? Pay attention to your attitude!"

Mo Hua did not activate the array, so the power of this stick was not great, just a bit painful.

Qian Xing gritted his teeth again, obviously not very convinced, but his tone was much more respectful, and he said honestly: "The Qian family rules prohibit cultivating evil cultivation methods. Violators will be removed from the family tree, deprived of their surname, and expelled from the family forever."

Mo Hua was a little unexpected, this was a bit unlike the Qian family's way of doing things...

However, this could also be in response to the Dao Court's prohibition and for appearances, as for what was behind it, he didn't know.

Mo Hua asked again: "What bad things has your Qian family done..."

Mo Hua asked halfway, suddenly realizing that this question was asked in vain.

The Qian family did bad things every day.

It would be strange if they didn't do bad things.

Mo Hua then asked several more questions in a roundabout way. Qian Xing answered truthfully, and it seemed he didn't lie.

But Mo Hua still gained nothing. He couldn't prove that evil cultivators had entered the Qian family, nor could he prove that people from the Qian family had entered the Black Mountain Stronghold.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, it seemed he couldn't ask anything.

However, it was also true. Although Qian Xing was a direct descendant, he was eventually a fop. Even if the Qian family had collusion with the Black Mountain Stronghold, they would not tell Qian Xing about it.

Since he couldn't ask anything, Mo Hua could only release Qian Xing and threaten him: "I'll let you go this time. If you provoke me again next time, be careful of your little life!"

Qian Xing's face showed joy. He didn't think that Mo Hua would actually release him.

Qian Xing nodded hurriedly, then regardless of the wounds on his body and the Qian family disciples who had fallen to the ground, whether they were alive or dead, he ran towards Tongxian City, only caring about himself.

Mo Hua shook his head as he watched Qian Xing's back disappearing.

Qian Xing really didn't treat people as people.

He not only didn't treat outsiders as people, but even the Qian family's disciples, he didn't treat them as people.

These disciples did things for him, and now they were severely injured, lying on the ground unconscious, but he didn't even look at them. He only cared about escaping with his own life.

He bullied others by force, was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, and was also a good-for-nothing.

How did the Qian family produce such a waste?

Mo Hua sighed slightly, and suddenly, his heart moved, and he thought of the words Qian Xing had said to him with a fierce face: "As long as I bring him to the mountain... let the monster beasts eat his flesh bite by bite, let him die in pain..."

Mo Hua frowned.

Big Black Mountain was dangerous. Qian Xing's appearance didn't look like someone who dared to enter Big Black Mountain.

And the Qian family was not a monster hunter family. They would kill people, but taking people to feed monster beasts didn't seem to be their style.

Qian Xing was running desperately, but as he ran, he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

Light blue chains condensed around his body, completely locking him in place. Mo Hua flashed a few times and also came before him.

Qian Xing was angry: "You said you would release me!"

"I'll ask you one last question..."

Mo Hua's gaze sank slightly, "When you first came to trouble me, didn't you say you wanted to take me to the mountain to feed monster beasts?"

Qian Xing's expression changed, but he still gritted his teeth: "Yes!"

"Have you done this kind of thing before?"

Qian Xing hesitated: "No."

Mo Hua was a little unexpected and asked again: "Then have other people in the Qian family done it before?"

Qian Xing's heart palpitated slightly, and he also shook his head, but his gaze avoided him.

Mo Hua's heart gradually became certain, and his gaze gradually sharpened, "You've seen people from the Qian family do this!"

Qian Xing said strongly and calmly: "I, I haven't!"

But his guilty look was fundamentally a cover-up.

Mo Hua's gaze slightly condensed: "Who is it that takes people to feed monster beasts?"

Qian Xing didn't dare to look into Mo Hua's eyes, he looked left and right, his mouth only saying "no". Even when Mo Hua threatened him and said he would kill him, he didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Hua couldn't get anything out of him, his heart moved, and he took a step back: "You don't have to say who it is, but you have to tell me what monster beasts they feed."

Qian Xing's expression was panicked. He didn't dare to say who it was, but he was afraid that if he didn't say anything, Mo Hua would really take his life.

This place was remote, with no traces of people, convenient for Mo Hua to attack, but now it was also convenient for Mo Hua to attack him.

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time, and finally the fear of death and dao disappearance prevailed. He murmured: "It's... it's a pig."

A light flashed in Mo Hua's eyes, "What kind of pig?"

Qian Xing hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything.

Mo Hua said slowly: "Isn't it a pig that is fat and big, stupid, and covered in blood marks..."

Qian Xing's expression was shocked, his eyes showing horror: "How do you know?!"