Chapter 96: The Minor Formation Master

Ten or so days later, thanks to Old Mr. Feng's pills, Little Tiger and Big Tiger, whose injuries had already healed, entered the mountain again to hunt demons.

Demon hunters cannot avoid getting injured, nor can they avoid bleeding. Big Tiger and the others are not old and are still new recruits, but from the moment they put on the demon hunter order and entered the mountain to hunt demons, they had to gradually adapt to this kind of demon hunter life.

In Tongxian City, demon hunters have always been like this. Every day there are demon hunters entering the mountain, every month there are demon hunters getting injured, and every year there are demon hunters dying in the mountain.

Mo Hua could only secretly wish Big Tiger and the others good luck in his heart.

But unfortunately, Mo Hua's wish did not have any effect. Half a month later, Big Tiger was carried out from the mountain by people, with blood scattered all over the ground.

Mo Hua was at home painting array formations when he suddenly heard a commotion. He went out to inquire and only then learned that Big Tiger had been severely injured while hunting demons, and his life and death were unknown.

Mo Hua felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and his hands and feet turned ice cold.

He rushed to Xinglin Hall and saw Old Mr. Feng with a serious expression, currently treating Big Tiger's injuries.

Big Tiger lay on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his face like white paper, not knowing if he still had breath. There was a large pool of blood on his chest, and the blood flowed continuously, staining his outer clothes bright red.

Mo Hua looked on with a pounding heart.

Old Mr. Feng saw Mo Hua, picked up a vine armor, and asked with a serious expression: "Is this the array formation you painted on this?"

The vine armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side, as if it had been pierced by a demon beast's teeth or sharp claws. Some array patterns were painted inside the vine armor.

Mo Hua nodded his head.

Old Mr. Feng was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh, "Fortunately there is this vine armor, otherwise this boy's life would probably be gone..."

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then also breathed a sigh of relief, the stone in his heart finally settling.

Since Old Mr. Feng said this, Big Tiger should at least not be in mortal danger. It is good as long as he is alive.

They had played together since they were little, and he was a little companion who always stood in front of Mo Hua and always helped Mo Hua fight. If something really happened to him, just thinking about it felt unpleasant.

Double Tiger and Little Tiger rushed over weeping bitterly. When they heard that Big Tiger was okay, they silently wiped their tears.

Meng Uncle was also hunting demons in the mountain. When he heard that Big Tiger had an accident, he rushed back in a hurry. His expression was still relatively calm, but his hands were slightly trembling.

Meng Aunt was originally helping out in the east of the street. Their family's spirit stones were tight, and she was also busier than before. When she heard that Big Tiger had an accident, she also rushed over in a hurry.

Meng Aunt stood at the doorway, hesitating for a long time before daring to enter. Finally, biting her teeth, she staggered through the door. When she heard that Big Tiger was not in danger of losing his life, all the strength in her body seemed to drain away, and she suddenly sat on the ground, burying her head in her sleeves and crying.

Old Mr. Feng said that it was thanks to the vine armor given by Mo Hua that Big Tiger's life was saved.

When Big Tiger and the others entered the mountain today, they were still hunting a Split Claw Wolf demon. Just as they were entangled in a fight, a Long Tail demon beast suddenly emerged from the grass bushes.

Big Tiger blocked his two younger brothers behind him and faced the Long Tail demon beast head-on. But with his cultivation, he was fundamentally no match for the demon beast. The Long Tail demon beast's tail was long with sharp spikes, very fierce and fast, and instantly stabbed towards Big Tiger's heart meridian. Big Tiger fundamentally could not dodge and was stabbed in the chest.

Fortunately, the vine armor on Big Tiger's chest was attached with an Iron Armor Array, which was tougher than ordinary vine armor and was not pierced through for a while. And although Big Tiger did not dodge the attack, he also slightly turned his body, causing the demon beast's tail tip to deviate to one side. By the time the tail tip pierced the vine armor and stabbed into Big Tiger's chest, it did not injure Big Tiger's heart meridian.

Although Big Tiger was stabbed in the chest and blood was flowing like a fountain, his heart meridian was not damaged, so his life was not in danger. And Old Mr. Feng treated him in time, so although he was temporarily unconscious, after some time, he would slowly wake up.

Meng Aunt thanked Old Mr. Feng profusely, then tightly grasped Mo Hua's hand, grateful in her heart, yet choked up and unable to say a word...

People live a lifetime, and they will inevitably endure hardships, and some people endure more hardships than others.

Mo Hua looked at the haggard Meng Aunt, feeling a ache in his heart.

Fortunately, the Iron Armor Array painted by Mo Hua worked, and Big Tiger's life was not in danger, so Mo Hua felt a little better.

And ten days later, Big Tiger's injury healed again, and the three brothers were going to enter the mountain together to hunt demon beasts again. Mo Hua specially went to see them off.

Big Tiger's injury had just healed, and his complexion was not good, but his eyes were very firm. Although Double Tiger and Little Tiger's expressions were a bit serious, they did not show any fear.

Even though they had bled so much, suffered such heavy injuries, and even almost lost their lives, the three of them still had no hesitation, no fear, and after their injuries healed, they still planned to enter the mountain to hunt demons.

"Dad and Mom owe so many spirit stones for treating our injuries, we need to repay them quickly."

"I don't want Mom to suffer anymore."

"Me too..."

They bid farewell to Mo Hua and walked along the small road towards the mountain.

Mo Hua watched their figures become smaller and smaller, and finally disappear into the vast and boundless Dahei Mountain.

After that period of time, Mo Hua lived quite frugally.

Except for painting array formations unrestrainedly in the Dao Stele in his sea of consciousness in the evenings, Mo Hua used every drop of spirit ink meticulously during the day.

He resolutely did not use spirit ink for array formations he was already familiar with, because it would be a waste; he also resolutely did not use spirit ink for array formations he had not yet learned, because that would also be a waste.

For those half-familiar, half-unfamiliar array formations, Mo Hua also had to be selective. He would only open the ink bottle, dip out the spirit ink, and bit by bit copy and comprehend those array formations whose attributes were rare or whose array hub structure was special.

This continued for a period of time. One evening during dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:

"Hua'er, someone has entrusted me to ask you to paint several array formations..."

Mo Hua was somewhat astonished, and Mo Shan's expression was also somewhat subtle.

Mo Shan had always not asked much about Mo Hua's affairs regarding array formations.

Firstly, because hunting demons is inherently a difficult thing. Mo Shan is also the captain of a demon hunting team and has to lead a team of cultivators into the mountain to hunt. They have to hunt and kill demon beasts, and also ensure safety. The remuneration obtained from hunting demons also has to be distributed according to the rules, which is both dangerous and busy. Before, Mo Hua's family basically relied on the spirit stones from Mo Shan's demon hunting income to support them. Besides being busy, Mo Shan also had no time to care about other things.

Secondly, because Mo Shan also doesn't understand array formations very well. His understanding of array formations is only limited to being able to recognize several common array formations or detect where cultivators have used array formations to set traps. He is not clear about the internal ways of array masters, so naturally, he doesn't know what to ask.

Thirdly, because Mo Hua is sensible, his cultivation is good, and his array formations are also good. He can do the things he should do well without him saying anything. He doesn't need to worry, nor does he want to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;

Mo Hua is still young, and his cultivation is also low. Even if he has talent, it will take time to truly learn something in array formations. It is impossible to be so fast.

It is very difficult for cultivators to learn array formations, and it is even more difficult to become an array master. Mo Shan is very clear about this point.

Which of those slightly famous array masters in Tongxian City does not have a large bunch of hair and beard? Some not only have a full head of white hair, but even their hair has almost all fallen out.

Looking at it now, Mo Hua's talent is not bad. If he can become an ordinary array master before the age of thirty and make a living by array formations, even if he doesn't enter the ranks, he will be very content.

And as long as he is more careful and does not die in the belly of a demon beast before Mo Hua grows up, it will be good.

Until yesterday, a demon hunter found Mo Shan and very formally said that he wanted to ask Mo Hua to paint several array formations. Moreover, his words were very polite, and he didn't doubt whether Mo Hua could paint them at all.

Mo Shan then realized that something was not right.

To be sought out to paint array formations, isn't this the treatment of an array master?

Hua'er, this child... could it be that he is already an array master...

Ten updates completed.

My fingers are all numb... Good night, everyone.

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