Chapter 96 Junior Formation Master (10 more)_1

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About ten days later, thanks to the pills provided by Old Mr. Feng, Xiaohu and Da’hu, who had recovered from their injuries, went into the mountains to hunt monsters again.

Monster Hunters inevitably get injured and bleed. Although Xiaohu and Da’hu were not old and still novices, from the moment they wore the Monster Hunting Token and entered the mountains to hunt, they had to gradually adapt to this Monster Hunter lifestyle.

Monster Hunters from Tongxian City have always gone through this; every day, there are Monster Hunters who venture into the mountains, every month there are those who suffer injuries, and each year there are Hunters who die within the mountains.

Mo Hua could only silently wish Da’hu and the others good luck in his heart.

Unfortunately, Mo Hua’s wishes were ineffective. Half a month later, Da’hu was carried out of the mountains, his blood having spilled all over the ground.

Mo Hua had been at home drawing formations when he suddenly heard a commotion. Only after coming out to inquire did he learn that Da’hu had been seriously injured while hunting a monster and was on the brink of life and death.

Mo Hua felt as if he had been doused with cold water, his limbs icy cold.

He rushed to Apricot Forest Hall and saw Old Mr. Feng with a serious expression, treating Da’hu’s wounds.

Da’hu lay on the bed, eyes tightly closed, his face pale as paper, with no indication whether there was any breath left in him. There was a large pool of blood on his chest where blood continuously flowed, staining his outer garment bright red.

Mo Hua watched with his heart racing.

Upon seeing Mo Hua, Old Mr. Feng picked up a piece of rattan armor, his expression grave, and asked, “Did you draw the formation on this?”

The rattan armor was also bloody, with a hole on one side that looked like it had been pierced through by the teeth or claws of a monster. There were some formation patterns drawn inside the rattan armor.

Mo Hua nodded.

Old Mr. Feng fell silent for a moment then let out a long sigh, “Fortunately, we had this rattan armor; otherwise, this lad’s life might have been lost…”

Upon hearing this, Mo Hua was momentarily stunned, then also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from his heart.

Old Mr. Feng’s words meant that at least Da’hu’s life was not in danger; it’s better to have a person alive than anything else.

Growing up together, always standing in front of Mo Hua, always helping Mo Hua in fights, if his buddy really came to harm, the mere thought was unbearable.

Shuanghu and Xiaohu came rushing over in tears. Upon hearing Da’hu was fine, they quietly wiped their tears away.

Uncle Meng had also been hunting monsters on the mountain. When he heard about Da’hu’s incident, he hurried back, his demeanor quite calm, but his hands slightly trembling.

Auntie Meng was originally helping in the east part of the street. With the family short on Spirit Stones, she was busier than before. Upon hearing about Da’hu’s accident, she too hurried over.

Auntie Meng stood at the doorway, hesitating for a long time, not daring to enter. Finally, biting her lip, she stumbled in and upon learning that Da’hu’s life was not in danger, her strength seemed to drain away, and she collapsed to the ground, burying her head in her sleeves and weeping.

Old Mr. Feng said it was all thanks to the set of rattan armor given by Mo Hua that Da’hu was saved.

While Da’hu and his brothers went into the mountains today, they were hunting a Split Claw Wolf Demon. In the midst of the fight, suddenly another Long-Tailed Demon Beast emerged from the bushes.

Da’hu shielded his younger brothers behind him, facing the Long-Tailed Demon Beast head-on. But with his level of cultivation, he was no match for the demon beast. The Long-Tailed Demon Beast’s tail had sharp spikes, and it was both fierce and quick; it stabbed towards Da’hu’s heart in an instant. Da’hu didn’t have time to dodge and was struck in the chest.

Fortunately, the rattan armor on Da’hu’s chest was augmented with the Iron Armor Formation, which was tougher than regular rattan armor, and it wasn’t pierced right away. Although Da’hu did not dodge the attack, he slightly shifted his stance, causing the spike of the beast’s tail to deviate slightly. When the spike pierced the rattan armor and entered Da’hu’s chest, it did not damage his heart.

Even though Da’hu was struck in the chest, and blood poured out, his heart was undamaged, so his life was not in jeopardy. Old Mr. Feng’s timely intervention meant that even though he was temporarily unconscious, after some time, he would slowly come around.

Auntie Meng thanked Old Mr. Feng profusely, then clutched Mo Hua’s hand tightly, her heart filled with gratitude but too choked up to speak a word…

In a lifetime, one inevitably endures hardships, and some people always seem to bear more than others.

Looking at the exhausted Auntie Meng, Mo Hua felt a pang in his heart.

Fortunately, the Iron Armor Formation that Mo Hua drew was effective, and Da’hu’s life was no longer in danger, which gave Mo Hua some peace of mind.

Ten days later, Da’hu’s injuries had healed, and the three brothers were ready to go into the mountains to hunt Monster Beasts again. Mo Hua made a special trip to see them off.

Although Da’hu had just recovered from his injuries and looked a bit pale, his eyes were resolute. Shuanghu and Xiaohu had rather solemn expressions but showed no fear.

Despite having lost so much blood and suffered such severe injuries, even coming close to losing their lives, the three of them did not hesitate or show fear; once their wounds had healed, they still planned to go into the mountains for Monster Hunting.

“Dad and mom treated our injuries, and we owe so many Spirit Stones; we need to pay them off as soon as possible.”

“I don’t want mom to suffer anymore.”

“Me neither…”

After saying goodbye to Mo Hua, they walked down the path towards the mountains.

Mo Hua watched as their figures grew smaller, disappearing into the vast expanse of Big Black Mountain.

In the following days, Mo Hua lived quite frugally.

Except for drawing Formation Patterns unrestrainedly on the Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness at night, every drop of Spiritual Ink was used cautiously during the day.

Formations that he was already familiar with were resolutely not drawn with Spiritual Ink, as it would be a waste; those he hadn’t learned yet were also avoided, as they too would be wasteful.

For those half-mastered Formations, Mo Hua was selective, only considering those with rare attributes and special Formation Pivot structures worth opening the ink bottle and carefully drawing and contemplating with Spiritual Ink.

After some time had passed, one night during dinner, Mo Shan suddenly said to Mo Hua:

“Huar, someone has asked me to have you draw a few Formation Paintings…”

Mo Hua was somewhat astonished, and Mo Shan’s expression was also a bit nuanced.

Mo Shan usually didn’t inquire much about Mo Hua’s work with Formations.

Firstly, because Monster Hunting itself was a difficult task, with Mo Shan being the captain of the Monster Hunting Team, he had to lead a group of Cultivators into the mountains to hunt Monster Beasts and ensure safety, and the income from Monster Hunting had to be distributed as per rules, which was both dangerous and busy. Previously, Mo Hua’s family relied mainly on the income in Spirit Stones from Mo Shan’s Monster Hunting, and Mo Shan, busy with these matters, had little time to spare for else.

Secondly, because Mo Shan didn’t understand Formations well. His knowledge was limited to recognizing a few common Formations or detecting traps set by Cultivators with Formations. He wasn’t clear about the inner dealings of Formation Masters, so naturally, he didn’t know what questions to ask.

Thirdly, because Mo Hua was low maintenance, whether it was cultivating or studying Formations, he would do what needed to be done without any need for prompting, sparing Mo Shan from worrying and not wanting to put too much pressure on Mo Hua;

Mo Hua was still young with low cultivation. Even with talent, to truly achieve something significant with Formations would take time, and he could not expect it to happen too quickly.

For a Cultivator to learn Formations is very hard, and to become a Formation Master is even harder, something Mo Shan was very aware of.

The slightly famous Formation Masters in Tongxian City all had beards and hair going grey, and some not only had white hair but were even losing it altogether.

Now, seeing that Mo Hua had talent, if he could become an ordinary Formation Master by the age of thirty and make a living from Formations, even if not ranked, Mo Shan would be very content.

All he needed to do was to be more careful and not die in the belly of a Monster Beast before Mo Hua grew up.

It wasn’t until yesterday, when a Monster Hunter came to Mo Shan and formally requested Mo Hua to draw several Formation Paintings, speaking very politely and without a hint of doubt that Mo Hua could do it.

That was when Mo Shan realized something was amiss.

Being sought out to draw Formations was a treatment reserved for Formation Masters, wasn’t it?

This child, Huar… could he already be a Formation Master.