Immortality Through Array Formations

The Qian Family knew their limits and retreated, so they hadn’t troubled him for many days.

Mo Hua was happy for the break and started to continue with his own affairs.

The Refinery Shop and Alchemist’s Business had been established, so he didn’t have to worry about them anymore, and there was another matter he had wanted to plan for a while.

One afternoon, An Xiaofu came over to eat again.

He was drinking wine, eating meat, and chatting with everyone.

Perhaps inheriting his mother’s talent, An Xiaofu had a strong ability to listen to gossip and to gossip himself.

When he listened, people loved to talk; when he talked, people loved to listen.

Mo Hua waved him over.

Seeing this, An Xiaofu was slightly taken aback, but then his expression brightened, and he scurried over immediately.

When he got close, he saw that there was nothing on the table in front of Mo Hua and couldn’t help but look puzzled:

“No food?”

Mo Hua felt helpless; it seemed An Xiaofu thought he had been called over for food…

“Have you decided what you want to do?” Mo Hua asked directly.

An Xiaofu sighed, “Not yet…”

Mo Hua asked, “Do you want to open a Food Building?”

“Food Building?” An Xiaofu was stunned for a moment, “But our family already has a Food Building…”

“A different kind.”

An Xiaofu furrowed his brow, thought for a long time, but still couldn’t figure out what could be different.

“Aren’t all Food Buildings more or less the same?”

“The Food Building you open will be your own.”

“My own?”

After thinking about it, An Xiaofu had a sudden realization and jumped in shock, “Are you suggesting I kill my father and take over the family’s Food Building for myself?”

Mo Hua also jumped in shock, “How did you even come up with that idea…”

“A few days ago, a merchant passing by told me so after I treated him to a drink…” An Xiaofu whispered to Mo Hua:

“He said that a son secretly killed his father and took over his father’s Tao Cultivation properties without leaving any trace. If it wasn’t for the son spilling the beans while drunk, nobody would have known…”

Mo Hua sighed, “You don’t need to kill your father.”

An Xiaofu heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest, “That’s a relief, that’s a relief.”

Mo Hua continued, “You should open a Food Building according to your own tastes.”

“My own tastes?”

An Xiaofu was still somewhat confused.

“Do you like eating here?”

An Xiaofu nodded.

“Do you like listening to stories?”

“I do.”

“Do you like the monster meat served here?”

An Xiaofu nodded even more vigorously.

“Do you understand now?” Mo Hua asked.

An Xiaofu sort of understood now, and his eyes gradually lit up, but he still expressed his doubts:

“But I have nothing.”

“What do you need to open a Food Building?”

An Xiaofu counted on his fingers, “You need Spirit Stone, a small building, Meal Masters, recipes, stoves, and staff…”

“I’ll handle the stoves, you can get recipes from my mother, and you can ask Old Master An for Spirit Stone, premises, and staff.”

“My grandfather?”

“Yeah.”

An Xiaofu timidly said, “My grandfather might not agree…”

“How will you know if you don’t ask?”

“But…”

“Do you want to open this Food Building?” Mo Hua asked.

An Xiaofu tried to imagine it as Mo Hua had described and nodded earnestly, “I do!”

“If you want to do it, you have to put in the effort to make it happen.”

An Xiaofu felt a bit scared when he thought about his grandfather.

So Mo Hua said, “The more you fear something, the less you dare to do it, and the less you do it, the more you fear.”

An Xiaofu mumbled something, unsure of himself.

“Will your grandfather hit you?”

“Not usually, but my father will…”

“Are you afraid of your father’s glare?”

An Xiaofu nodded.

“Then pretend your grandfather has already glared at you and beaten you up, and then you go and talk to him.”

An Xiaofu was stunned.

“He’s already glared and beaten you; what more is there to fear?”

An Xiaofu had an epiphany and suddenly felt less afraid, “It does make sense…”

Mo Hua patted him on the shoulder, “If you don’t work hard now for the things you like, you will regret it later.”

An Xiaofu felt a surge of boundless courage and nodded seriously.

But the courage dissipated as soon as he got home.

Thinking about his grandfather and father, he instinctively felt fear.

What exactly he feared, he couldn’t say, but he was very afraid.

An Xiaofu couldn’t eat and couldn’t sleep at night; he wanted to go to Mo’s restaurant to relax but felt guilty and too ashamed to face Mo Hua.

Mo had encouraged him so much, yet he was backing out, which made An Xiaofu feel very guilty.

An Xiaofu’s mother saw him like this and was very worried:

“I told you to eat less, not to stop eating.”

An Xiaofu whispered, “Mother, it’s not that…”

“Have you been troubled by something these past few days?”

An Xiaofu couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Unable to guess her son’s troubles, she could only say, “You’ve got to eat up, you need strength to think.”

An Xiaofu had no appetite initially, but after a few bites, he suddenly regained it and ended up eating voraciously, filling himself up.

After eating, the vanished courage suddenly came flooding back.

An Xiaofu said with a tragic face, “Mother, I’m off.”

His mother watched, puzzled by her child’s behavior…

Filled with a resolve to face death, An Xiaofu walked down the long corridor and finally arrived at Old Master An’s study.

That walk almost drained all his energy.

An Xiaofu stood for a long time, gathering some courage, before he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and crossed the threshold of the study.

Old Master An had known his grandson was coming for a while.

When he was little and carefree, Xiaofu often ran here to play on his own.