Chapter 85: Healing the Wound

Zhang Lan's brows furrowed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt the more he didn't want to admit it, the more likely it was the truth. If the array method wasn't drawn by Mo Hua, then was this person exploded by Mo Hua? Mo Hua, though only at the fourth layer of Qi Refining, had not a low level of array methods since he began learning complex arrays. To him, drawing an array method to explode a person shouldn't be considered difficult.

Zhang Lan thought for a moment, directly wiping away all traces of the array method. Then he thought about when to go find Mo Hua to get a pot of wine and conveniently ask him about the matter. He had no psychological burden about this favoritism. He came from an aristocratic family and had seen many dandies since childhood, so he looked down on people like Qian Xing who relied on their family name, bullied others with power, and acted tyrannically. He felt they not only wasted family resources but also ruined the family's reputation. He just regretted that the array method's power wasn't enough and didn't explode that boy from the Qian family to death.

"This boy Mo Hua, his skills are still not refined enough," Zhang Lan muttered.

Inside the Xinglin Hall, Old Mister Feng was treating Da Zhu and the others' injuries. Old Mister Feng didn't like troublemaking children and initially wasn't willing to treat them. It was Mo Hua who said he was bullied and Da Zhu and the others stepped out to help, thus getting injured. Of course, the bullied Mo Hua was lively and bouncing, only suffering some scratches, while the person who bullied him had already been exploded beyond human shape. This kind of matter was better not told to Old Mister Feng. Old Mister Feng had watched Mo Hua grow up and was still biased. Hearing Mo Hua say this, his attitude towards Da Zhu and the others eased. He allocated some herbal medicine for them to rub on their wounds and also gave them some internal pills to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Da Zhu quietly said, "Mo Hua, you have a lot of face. You can actually persuade Old Mister Feng. Before, whenever I got injured from fighting, no matter the reason, I never dared to come find Old Mister Feng, just afraid he would blame me."

Mo Hua said, "Old Mister Feng has a benevolent heart. If you truly have something wrong, he will definitely come out to save and treat you. If he doesn't treat you, it's because he knows you don't have a big problem."

Da Zhu nodded, half-believing and half-doubting. But if Mo Hua hadn't brought them, they wouldn't have dared to come find Old Mister Feng anyway. Old Mister Feng finished examining Da Zhu and the others' injuries, then looked at Mo Hua. Seeing that Mo Hua only had some external injuries, he finally relaxed.

"The problem with your weak body is innate and not suitable for fighting. If it's truly unavoidable, think of a way to run away early. Don't hurt your own life."

Mo Hua said helplessly, "Feng Grandpa, I ran, but I couldn't get away."

Old Mister Feng furrowed his brows, "Here in Tong Xian City, who is so lacking in propriety that they even want to bully you, a small child?"

Mo Hua chuckled and said, "It's not a big deal. It's already passed."

Seeing that Mo Hua didn't want to say, Old Mister Feng didn't force him, only admonishing him: "Setting aside other places, here in Tong Xian City, I still have some connections. If someone truly bullies you and you can't resist, you must tell me."

"Okay, okay, thank you Feng Grandpa!"

Mo Hua said gratefully, touching his neck. He found that after rubbing on the paste Old Mister Feng gave him, it was cool and clear and no longer painful. Then he said his goodbyes, "It's getting late. I'll go home first. Next time I come, I'll bring you some osmanthus wine brewed by my mother to taste!"

Old Mister Feng waved his hand, "Go back early. Don't let your mother worry."

Mo Hua said goodbye to Da Zhu and the others. Seeing their worried brows hadn't relaxed, he asked, "Are you all seriously injured?"

"The injuries aren't serious, but we all have bruises. We won't be better in a day or two, and Master definitely won't be able to hide it," Da Zhu said dejectedly, with his head hanging low.

"Master Chen?"

"That's right. Master has repeatedly warned us not to stir up trouble, not to fight. Fighting leads to injuries, treating them costs spirit stones, and we still have to compensate others with spirit stones..."

"Yes, so every time we finish fighting, no matter if we were in the right or not, Master will punish us."

Several disciples all chimed in.

Mo Hua felt a bit sorry. Da Zhu and the others helped him and only then fought with Qian Xing and the others. If Qian Xing hadn't been aggressive, they wouldn't have fought like this. Mo Hua said, "Qian Xing bullied people with power. You all fought because you helped me. Master Chen is not an unreasonable person and shouldn't blame you."

"Um," Da Zhu nodded, but still a little uneasy.

"If Master Chen still wants to blame you all, just tell him that later, if the refining tool shop needs to draw any array methods, I can all help, as long as it's not too difficult."

"Really?" Da Zhu's eyes lit up. Asking people to draw array methods costs a lot of spirit stones, and Master's heart always ached. If Mo Hua could help later, Master would definitely be happy.

"But," Da Zhu hesitated, "Won't you suffer a loss?"

"My dad often tells me that neighbors and friends should help each other. You all helped me, I also help you all, where would I suffer a loss?" Mo Hua said, patting his chest. Mo Shan was very happy when he knew Mo Hua was drawing array methods for people, but he often told Mo Hua this, and also said to help within his ability. The lives of low-level loose cultivators were hard, and they lived by helping each other like this. When Mo Hua's family had difficulties before, they received a lot of care from many people.

Da Zhu was very happy, "Later, if that little bastard Qian Xing bothers you again, we'll help you beat him again!"

"Right, beat him!" Several disciples also followed suit.

After everyone parted ways, Mo Hua returned home, ate dinner, and talked with his mother for a bit, then returned to his room to continue studying array methods. He didn't mention the matter of Qian Xing to avoid making his mother worry. The Qian family's power was too great, and it was best not to provoke them if possible. If it was unavoidable, then they would deal with it. Luckily, the Qian family didn't know that he was the one who used the array method to injure Qian Xing. They shouldn't find trouble with Mo Hua in a short time.

Liu Ru Hua, with a heavy heart, sat alone under the lamp sewing clothes. She waited for Mo Shan to return before telling her husband, "Hua'er is injured. He didn't say anything and even covered his injury, not wanting me to see it, but I am his mother, how could I not see it..."

Mo Shan comforted his wife, "Mo Hua is a boy. It's right for a boy to have responsibility. If he doesn't say anything, it means he can handle it himself. It shouldn't be a big deal. You also don't need to ask him."

"Um," Liu Ru Hua nodded, "I'm still a little worried... Mo Hua has always been obedient, he shouldn't have conflicts with people."

"I'll find someone to ask tomorrow and see exactly what happened. You also don't need to worry. Even if something happens, you still have me."

Mo Shan's tone was gentle as he comforted his wife, but a trace of sharp light flashed in his eyes.

And at this time, inside the refining tool shop, Da Zhu and the others were just being punished by Master Chen to kneel in front of the hall. Master Chen held a stick in his hand, his face ashen.

"Good, your courage is great now, your wings are hard. You fight with others, even alarming the Dao Ting Si. If I hadn't heard about this from someone else, I would still be in the dark. Do you all not put me, your Master, in your eyes?"

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