Chapter 94: Spirit Ink

"Divine sense is limited."

Mr. Zhuang's words resonated with Mo Hua in an inexplicable way. Since that was the case, Mo Hua didn't dwell on it. Anyway, as his realm improved, his divine sense would naturally improve as well. Everything would fall into place naturally. The focus should be on cultivation. There was no rush anyway.

Currently, the most important thing was to learn more about formations. The bottleneck of the *Heaven Derivation Art* cultivation method was the mystery formation. To solve the mystery formation, one needed to learn a vast amount of formation methods. Mo Hua had only learned a small part of the *Thousand Arrays Illustrated Record* that Mr. Zhuang had given him. With his current experience in formation methods, it was still far from enough.

If he couldn't solve the mystery formation, he couldn't break through the bottleneck. If he couldn't break through the bottleneck, his realm would stop. Once his realm stopped, his cultivation path would end.

So, apart from routine cultivation, all of Mo Hua's thoughts were on formation methods.

At night, he would practice formation methods on the residual stele in his sea of consciousness. During the day, he would draw formation methods on paper. Occasionally, if someone's formation failed, they would also come to ask Mo Hua for help.

Chen Master, the tool refiner, would also ask Mo Hua to come and take a look when needed, such as repairing the tool refining furnace or adding formations to spiritual tools. Occasionally, Elder Feng would also introduce some cultivators and have them come to Mo Hua to draw formations.

Some would give Mo Hua some spirit stones as a reward. For those who were truly in difficult circumstances, they would apologetically give him some vegetables and fruits they had grown themselves, or sugar figurines and toys they sold in the market.

Mo Hua knew that the life of loose cultivators was not easy, so he would only symbolically accept some spirit stones. Occasionally getting some treats and toys also made him quite happy. Mo Hua's original intention was also to learn and apply, to practice formation methods, so he didn't care too much about these things.

This also led to a situation where, from then on, whenever Mo Hua went shopping, those uncles and aunts who had received his help would all stuff things into Mo Hua. Things like wild fruits picked from the mountain, steamed rice cakes they had made themselves, bamboo woven grasshoppers, sachets used for calming the mind, and even rouge and handkerchiefs used by female cultivators...

Mo Hua wanted to give them spirit stones, but they said they didn't want anything. If Mo Hua didn't accept, they would still be very unhappy.

Like this, Mo Hua didn't spend a single spirit stone. He walked from one end of the street to the other, and the things he received couldn't even fit in his storage bag. He felt like a little dandy who ate, drank, and took things for free, which made him feel a bit helpless.

After a period of time like this, Mo Hua discovered a very serious problem: He had no spirit stones to buy spirit ink!

Ever since Liu Ru Hua opened the food stall, Mo Hua's family situation had improved significantly. The spirit stones Mo Hua used for daily cultivation were given by his parents. Mo Hua originally didn't want them, but Mo Shan and Liu Ru Hua firmly disagreed. They said Mo Hua was still young and it wasn't time for him to be self-reliant yet.

Mo Hua also earned some spirit stones by drawing formations himself. Mo Hua used all of these spirit stones to buy pens and ink to practice formation methods. Occasionally, he would also spend one or two spirit stones to buy some good food to satisfy his cravings. Overall, Mo Hua's income and expenditure of spirit stones were relatively balanced, and there was occasionally a surplus. Although the surplus wasn't much...

But ever since Mo Hua's cultivation level increased and his divine sense gradually strengthened, the formations he drew became more complex. Also, because of the effect of the *Heaven Derivation Art*, his control over his divine sense was stronger, and he drew formations faster.

The faster he drew formations, the more formations he drew every day. The more formations he drew, the stronger his divine sense became. The stronger his divine sense became, the more complex the formations he drew became. Although the formations were complex, Mo Hua drew them faster and faster, leading to him drawing more and more formations...

Dao Stele, *Heaven Derivation Art*, meditation techniques... This originally virtuous cycle had led to a vicious result: Mo Hua's spirit ink was being used up like water, and his spirit stones were naturally flowing away like water as well. It wasn't until a certain day when Mo Hua discovered that his spirit ink was used up and his spirit stones were all spent that he realized the severity of the problem.

The poor and penniless Mo Hua was a bit troubled. "What should I do?"

Should he ask his parents? Mo Hua shook his head. He wanted his parents to spend more spirit stones on cultivation so that their cultivation level would be higher and their lifespan longer. If he spoke up, his parents would definitely give him all their spirit stones.

Should he ask for more spirit stones when drawing formations? Mo Hua also felt this wasn't good. The neighbors were all loose cultivators, originally short on money, and didn't have many spirit stones. Moreover, he had invisibly received quite a few favors from everyone, so it wasn't right to ask for more spirit stones.

Should he prepare the spirit ink himself? Mo Hua didn't know the formula and method for preparing spirit ink. Moreover, even if he prepared it himself, he would need materials, and Mo Hua had no place to get the materials. Mo Hua thought about this problem for two days, but still had no good solution.

This afternoon, he just heard Liu Ru Hua say with a frown: "Little Tiger was injured while hunting demons in the mountain. I heard the injury is quite severe. You substitute for your mother and send these things over to see how Little Tiger is doing."

Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly said: "Okay, Mother, I'll go now!"

When Mo Hua arrived at the Meng family's house, Big Tiger and Double Tiger were taking care of Little Tiger. Little Tiger lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale. There was a bleeding claw mark on his back, and blood was continuously seeping out.

Seeing Mo Hua, Big Tiger and Double Tiger's eyes lit up, then their faces became disheartened again. This was the first time Mo Hua had seen Big Tiger and the others in two months.

Being a demon hunter was not an easy profession. Demon beasts of the same realm were much stronger than cultivators because demon beasts had extraordinary physical talent, strong blood energy, keen reactions, and agile movements. And the demon power of demon beasts either carried the power of the five elements or carried innate strong poison, which was very troublesome. Once one became a demon hunter, it meant working hard day and night and facing the danger of life and death.

Many powerful demon hunters were swallowed by demon beasts just because of a moment's carelessness, while even more powerful demon hunters often had to team up and support each other when facing demon beasts, and could not afford a trace of negligence.

Big Tiger and the others were still newcomers, just starting to hunt demons. There were many things to learn, and it was naturally more dangerous. Although among loose cultivators of the same age, Big Tiger and the other two were already outstanding. Whether it was their cultivation level or Dao methods, Big Tiger and the others learned very quickly, but it was still impossible to quickly adapt once they truly began to hunt demon beasts.

In the past two months, they had always stayed in the mountain, learning to familiarize themselves with the environment, recognize demon beasts, and try to fight with demon beasts. During the process of fighting with demon beasts, they had to be fully concentrated. The slightest mistake would result in injury, and in severe cases, death.

A seventeen-year-old young cultivator who went into the mountain with them encountered a demon beast and panicked for a moment. He was then bitten on the neck by the demon beast and died from excessive bleeding. This was what Big Tiger had told Mo Hua before, and Mo Hua also deeply understood the weight of the words "demon hunter" because of this. Now, Little Tiger, who had played with Mo Hua since childhood, had a bleeding injury on his back.

"Has Elder Feng come to see him?" Mo Hua looked at the pale Little Tiger, feeling a bit sad.

"Elder Feng has seen him and adjusted the herbal medicine. It's applied to the wound, and he also gave Little Tiger pills to take." Double Tiger's eyes were red.

"What happened?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

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