Chapter 121 Harvest (Fifth Update)_1

The Blood Drawing Art could draw the blood of monster beasts that had just recently died.

The Split Claw Wolf Demon lay on the ground, covered in wounds, with fresh blood flowing from its injuries. However, within moments, it congealed. Thus, it was not possible to obtain monster blood through normal means.

Mo Hua pointed to the heart vessel of Split Claw and said to Da’hu, “Make an incision here.”

Da’hu didn’t understand why, but still drew his blade and stabbed into the heart vessel of Split Claw.

The Split Claw’s body was tough, and it took Da’hu several stabs to make a small incision.

Mo Hua placed a jade bottle at the incision, then rested his palm near the heart vessel of Split Claw, sensing the still vibrant monster blood flowing beneath the fur. He then activated his Divine Sense according to the key points of the Blood Drawing Art, leading the monster blood into the jade bottle.

These jade bottles were made from special jade, not particularly precious, but they could preserve Spiritual Energy and also keep the monster blood from spoiling for a period of time.

The jade bottle in Mo Hua’s hand was originally used for containing Spiritual Ink. After the ink was used up, Mo Hua repurposed the bottle.

Mo Hua used the Blood Drawing Art to draw the monster blood into the jade bottle.

After a short while, the jade bottle in his hand was full. Mo Hua sealed it and then exchanged it for another bottle.

Like this, Mo Hua continuously drew ten bottles of monster blood before stopping.

Very little blood remained in the Split Claw’s blood vessels, and it gradually grew cold and flowed more slowly, greatly diminishing its usefulness, so it was not necessary to continue drawing it.

The use of Divine Sense consumed quite a bit of Mo Hua’s energy, roughly equivalent to painting a formation with seven or eight Formation Patterns.

For an average cultivator, this might be a substantial burden, but for Mo Hua, a Formation Master, it really wasn’t much.

Mo Hua sat in meditation to recover a bit of Divine Sense.

Looking at the ten bottles of monster blood in the Storage Bag, Mo Hua couldn’t help but reveal a smile.

This monster blood was sufficient for Mo Hua to paint quite a few formations.

Da’hu and the other two curiously examined the jade bottles and couldn’t help but look at Mo Hua.

Xiaohu couldn’t help but say, “Is this blood useful?”

“Yes, it’s used for Drawing Formations.”

“Can we help you collect monster blood?”

“You need to use the Blood Drawing Art to do it.”

Mo Hua briefly explained how to use the Blood Drawing Art.

Da’hu and the others listened with confusion and eventually decided to give up.

“Mo Hua, you really know a lot,” Shuanghu praised, with Da’hu and Xiaohu nodding in agreement.

Mo Hua said with a smile, “You’ll know if you read more books.”

Mo Hua stored away the monster blood and then said, “So, what should we do with this monster beast?”

Da’hu and the others perked up with excitement. This was the first time they had killed a monster beast on their own and could sell its parts!

Although it was mainly thanks to Mo Hua’s formations, they were still very happy.

“We need to skin it, strip the bones, cut off the teeth and claws, and also get the heart, vessels, and internal organs…”

Shuanghu listed these tasks one by one to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua scratched his head; these matters he really did not know how to handle.

Da’hu said, “You go play around nearby, don’t wander off. We’ll finish stripping this monster beast, then head back together.”

Then Da’hu and the others rolled up their sleeves, took out the Pu Blades, and started to skin the monster beast, extracting other valuable materials.

Two hours earlier, the Split Claw that gleamed fiercely was now dead in a ghastly manner.

Mo Hua didn’t feel sympathy for it, for if it were not the monster beast that had died, they might be the ones being dismembered now.

This monster beast had foul, fishy saliva; it probably had killed not a few Monster Hunters already.

While Da’hu and the others skinned the monster beast, Mo Hua wandered around, looking at the mountains, trees, water, getting to know the environment of Big Black Mountain.

This was his first time entering Big Black Mountain.

In the morning when he went up the mountain, he felt a bit nervous and restrained. But after spending half a day here and having designed and killed a Split Claw, as well as acquiring monster blood, his mindset became much more composed.

The process of hunting the Monster Beasts generally went according to Mo Hua’s plan.

The strategy required attention and patience, but was simple and efficient, maximizing safety and yield.

Afterward, they just needed to make slight adjustments for different Monster Beasts.

In this way, even though Mo Hua was not a Body Cultivator, he could participate in Monster Hunting and hunt different monsters to draw upon their varying Five Elements Monster Blood.

Once Da’hu and the other two had finished skinning the Split Claw, they called for Mo Hua and left Big Black Mountain.

They entered the mountain in the morning, hunted at noon, and left at dusk.

In less than a day, the four of them had hunted a middle-phase rank one Monster Beast.

If it weren’t for the bulging Storage Bags filled with the Split Claw’s hide and claws, Da’hu and the others would believe they were dreaming.

Afterward, they went to the Market Town to sell the Split Claw’s materials.

Split Claws were common Monster Beasts, not too expensive, but also not difficult to sell.

After some haggling, they sold them for a total of over eighty Spirit Stones.

After deducting the costs for Mo Hua’s Formation Painting and the activation of the Formation, each person split twelve Spirit Stones.

Holding the hefty Spirit Stones in their hands, Da’hu and the others looked stunned.

This was the first time in their lives that the three of them had earned so many Spirit Stones.

Mo Hua was used to this, but seeing the excitement of Da’hu and the others made him very happy.

Da’hu said, “Mo Hua, we owe it to you, whatever you want to eat, it’s on us!”

“That’s right, we’re treating you!” Shuanghu and Xiaohu nodded in agreement.

“No need, I also owe it to your help,” Mo Hua waved his hand, “keep the Spirit Stones for now, let’s head to the mountains together some other time when we’re free.”

Monster Beasts had strong physical bodies and their Blood Qi recovered quickly, and though Mo Hua could use a Formation to blast them into serious injuries, or even near death, it wasn’t assured that it would be fatal.

He wasn’t a Body Cultivator and wasn’t skilled in close combat, so he needed Da’hu and the others to help finish the job.

Although he had learned the Water Passing Step and could entangle with Monster Beasts, there was no need to take that risk.

After all, even good swimmers can drown; overconfidence sooner or later leads to a fall.

After selling the Monster Beast and splitting the Spirit Stones, they looked up to see the bright lights on the streets.

The night streets were getting lively.

Mo Hua had been busy with Formation Painting and practicing Spells, and it had been a long time since he was out.

It was the same for the trio too, ever since they became Monster Hunters, it felt like a heavy stone was pressing on their shoulders, making them somber.

Now that they had hunted a Monster Beast, they all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much lighter, and strolled down the street to enjoy the novel and bustling scene before parting ways to go home.

On their way, Xiaohu asked, “What should we do with these Spirit Stones?”

After some thought, Shuanghu said, “I want to give them to mom.”

The three fell silent, then pooled their Spirit Stones together, a total of over thirty.

When they got home, it was already a bit late, Auntie Meng was heating up the meal and upon seeing them, couldn’t help but complain:

“All day, I didn’t know where you had run off to, not even bothering to eat, I’ve reheated it several times…”

Da’hu handed her the Storage Bag.

Auntie Meng took it, feeling its surprising weight, and asked in confusion, “What’s this?”

Upon opening it, she found over thirty sparkling Spirit Stones.

Auntie Meng was taken aback.

“Mom, we earned these Spirit Stones from Monster Hunting, please take them,” they said.

It took Auntie Meng a moment to come back to her senses, looking at the three children who had grown up before her eyes, her tears welled up in an instant.

She felt gratified, wanted to smile, but tears still streamed down her face.

She had shed many tears in her life, all salty and bitter, but today’s were tears of joy.