Chapter 82: Big Pillar

The disciple from the wealthy family recognized Da Zhu and scolded, "Chen Da Zhu, mind your own forging! Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Da Zhu sneered, "Mind your own damn business!"

Mo Hua's divine sense was directed at the person, and when the wealthy family disciple's fist came, he realized Da Zhu was already standing behind him, which is why he didn't dodge.

Of course, even if he had wanted to dodge, he couldn't.

A body cultivator's fist at the sixth level of Qi Refining was quite fast. His powerful divine sense gave Mo Hua enough reaction time, but his weak physique wasn't enough to support him in reacting.

Luckily, Da Zhu took the blow for him.

In Mo Hua's impression, Da Zhu was still that simple-minded, always-smiling, generous forging apprentice who liked to eat noodles at his house. But now, Da Zhu's expression was cold and indifferent, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

"Chen Da Zhu, move aside!" the wealthy family disciple threatened.

Not only did Da Zhu not move, but he also lifted Mo Hua and placed him behind him, blocking Mo Hua completely. He said dismissively, "I just won't move!"

Da Zhu was ten years older than Mo Hua and much taller and stronger. Standing in front of Mo Hua, Da Zhu covered him completely, and the several wealthy family disciples couldn't even see Mo Hua's figure.

Seeing that Chen Da Zhu was unyielding, the wealthy family disciple tried to reason with him, "Chen Da Zhu, this kid isn't related to you by blood or friendship, is he? Is it worth sticking your neck out like this?"

"I'm willing! Mind your own damn business!"

Da Zhu wasn't articulate and wanted to scold him more, but couldn't think of anything else. He felt a bit weak in momentum and secretly turned his head to glance at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua understood and poked his head out, saying, "So what if he's not related by blood or friendship? All of you are linked to Qian Xing by blood, and he still treats you like dogs!"

Da Zhu heard this and quickly nodded in agreement, "Right! Treats you like dogs!"

The faces of the wealthy family disciples turned red, but they couldn't retort.

The way Qian Xing treated them, calling them dogs was even being generous.

Qian Xing saw that the situation wasn't right and said coldly, "You want to oppose the Qian family?"

Da Zhu was about to say, "So what if I oppose you?" when he noticed Mo Hua pulling his sleeve. He knew Mo Hua didn't want him to say it, so he simply shut his mouth.

Mo Hua again poked his head out and said, "Qian Xing, if your dad knew you were using the family name to bully people and ruining the Qian family's reputation, do you think he'd regret being born? Maybe you were adopted? Could it be that your dad isn't your dad, and your mom isn't your mom?"

Qian Xing understood. This was calling him a bastard, and not even a Qian family bastard.

Qian Xing, who had always been raised in luxury, felt that all the humiliation he had suffered in his life didn't compare to today. He waved his hand behind him and said viciously,

"Beat him to death! Skin him! Pull out his tendons! As for Dao Ting Si, I'll have people take care of it. You don't need to worry!"

Mo Hua saw Qian Xing's eyes were red and quietly said to Da Zhu, "Brother Da Zhu, they have a lot of people. Let's take the opportunity to run."

Da Zhu's face showed no fear. "It's fine. We don't have few people either."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a commotion from behind. A group of young people carrying sticks and hammers came over and stood behind Da Zhu.

"Brother Zhu, we've brought everyone!" a young person shouted loudly.

Mo Hua looked and saw that most of them were apprentices of Master Chen's forging. Their weapons were, of course, mostly hammers, as well as some sticks and other items. Some were even glowing red, seemingly spirit tool embryos just taken out of the forging furnace.

Everyone stood behind Da Zhu, invisibly surrounding Da Zhu and Mo Hua in the center.

Several wealthy family disciples were a bit timid. The strongest among them were at most at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and the rest were mostly at the sixth level. Although their cultivation was a bit higher than the opposite side, they were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If they really fought, they weren't very confident.

The other side were all forging apprentices, tall and strong, with arms as thick as iron hammers and fists as big as sandpots. They didn't really want to experience what it felt like to be hit by one of those.

Moreover, these low-level cultivators dared to risk their lives, which they might not dare to do.

"Young master, something's not right. Maybe we should retreat first and find trouble with him next time," someone quietly said to Qian Xing.

"What did you say?"

Qian Xing's eyes were red as he stared at him.

The wealthy family disciple said with a trembling voice, "We... we are also worried about the young master's safety. If we start fighting and something happens to you, we won't be able to explain to the family head..."

"I'm the one who raised you, not my dad. You should be thinking about how to explain to me," Qian Xing patted the wealthy family disciple's face. "Letting that little ghost die is the best explanation! Otherwise, how do you think you'll explain to me?"

Several wealthy family disciples were sweating profusely.

Qian Xing continued, "Don't worry, I've already called for people. Just stall for a while. After it's done, each person gets a hundred spirit stones. If any of you kills Mo Hua, that little kid, I'll talk to my dad and give him a spot in the direct line of the Qian family."

Several people looked at each other. A direct line spot... could he even give that away?

Whether it was true or false, it was worth fighting for.

One wealthy family disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Willing to share the young master's worries!"

He turned to Da Zhu and shouted, "Da Zhu, I have something to say to you." Then he walked towards Da Zhu. When he reached Da Zhu, he suddenly drew a knife and chopped it towards Da Zhu. The knife was wrapped in green spirit power and also had dense Yin energy.

Da Zhu raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and his whole body surged with blood energy. He met the attack with the large hammer in his hand.

The wealthy family disciple's knife suddenly turned, avoiding the large hammer, and chopped towards Mo Hua, who was behind Da Zhu.

This was his calculated move. He would take one hammer blow from Da Zhu; he wouldn't die, at most he would be heavily injured, while Mo Hua would undoubtedly die from this knife attack! Taking a small injury in exchange for a direct line spot in the family was definitely a gain!

Although the situation was sudden, Mo Hua had actually known early on that he wanted to chop this knife. The trajectory of the spirit power in this knife was clearly visible to his divine sense, but this attack turning was only an instant. He didn't have time to speak, and with his body refining ability, he also didn't have time to dodge.

Just as the knife was about to hit him, a forging apprentice pulled his collar back, and the tip of the knife dangerously grazed his front. Mo Hua's forehead could even feel the slight pain from the spirit power's oppression.

Da Zhu saw him draw the knife and then saw him change his move to chop towards Mo Hua, but his hammer was too heavy. He didn't have time to change his move and could only worry helplessly. Luckily, Mo Hua narrowly dodged it without any danger.

Da Zhu was relieved but immediately became enraged. He no longer held back, and his whole body's blood energy surged into the iron hammer in his hand, smashing it down heavily.

The wealthy family disciple was hit in the back and fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood surged up his throat, and he heard crackling sounds in his ears, which was the sound of his own bones fracturing.

He had thought he would be injured, but he hadn't expected to be so severely injured. In his blurry consciousness, he felt himself being kicked away by a foot, then falling heavily, and after that, he lost consciousness.

"Scum! Playing dirty!"

"Dirtier than a rat in a stinky ditch!"

"Beat them!"

The forging youths were indignant. They raised their sticks and swung their hammers, rushing towards the wealthy family disciples. The wealthy family disciples could only brace themselves and respond.

On the empty and spacious street, cultivators from both sides then engaged in a chaotic battle.

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