Immortality Through Array Formations

In the following days, whenever he had time, he would take it out to practice, and then he developed two simple, unadorned, yet very practical moves:

One was to smash downward, and the other was to swing sideways.

He had tried smashing downward and found it quite straightforward to use.

Swinging sideways, however, was a bit more troublesome, as it required him to first swing the Thousand Jun Stick, and during the swing, he had to channel Spiritual Power to activate the Formation, causing the iron staff to instantly become heavier in accordance with the momentum, and then he would swing it out sideways.

Controlling the Spiritual Power and force was not easy.

If he hit the target, it would shake his hand to the point of pain.

If he missed, the stick would have to be thrown out of hand; otherwise, he risked dislocating his arm.

This was the helplessness of having an innate physical weakness and being unable to undertake Body Cultivation.

However, after practicing a few times, Mo Hua became much more familiar with it, and at least he wouldn’t dislocate his own joints anymore.

Mo Hua had also come up with resounding names for these two moves: the downward smash was called “Like a Thousand Pounds” and the sideways sweep was called “Sweeping a Thousand Pounds”.

They sounded quite imposing, but they were only meant for emergencies; after all, he wasn’t a Body Cultivator and couldn’t rely on this to face opponents head-on. At most, he could use it for sneak attacks.

But regardless, it was another method he had for facing enemies.

When he had free time, he also went to the Fulu Building, found Fu Lan, and asked her to make tofu for him.

This was his first time eating tofu in the Tao Cultivation World.

It wasn’t particularly white, having a faint soy-yellow color, but the fragrance of soy was very strong.

Whether fried, stir-fried into dishes, or made into sweet tofu pudding, it was all delicious.

Mo Hua sent some to try for his parents, Mr. Zhuang, and the siblings Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi as well.

He didn’t send any to Old Kui; he liked crunchy things that made noise when chewed, so he definitely wouldn’t like tofu.

As for the Inner Mountain of Tongxian City, even though there were more foreign Cultivators and it was a bit more dangerous, Mo Hua still had to go there.

He was a Formation Master, and he couldn’t do without Spiritual Ink.

Moreover, the amount of Spiritual Ink he needed was probably several times that of an average Grade One Formation Master.

Thus, the more Monster Blood he had, the better.

After all, he was now at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and his Water Passing Step was exquisite; aside from Foundation Building Cultivators, ordinary Qi Refinement Cultivators couldn’t do much against him.

Even if faced with a Foundation Building Cultivator, if he was vigilant and detected them early, he would most likely be able to escape.

On this day, having collected sixteen or seventeen bottles of Monster Blood and feeling satisfied, he found a shady tree to sit under and started eating wild fruits.

Shortly, his Divine Sense stirred, detecting someone’s presence, and the aura felt somewhat familiar. He looked up and stealthily observed, it was Yu Chengwu and several other Monster Hunters.

They were walking along a secluded path as if they were searching for something.

Mo Hua stood up and greeted them from a distance.

Yu Chengwu only then noticed Mo Hua and couldn’t help but frown.

At such a distance, his Divine Sense couldn’t detect Mo Hua; how could Mo Hua have discovered them?

Mo Hua used the Water Passing Step, leaping lightly over the mountaintop, and floated down in front of Yu Chengwu.

Yu Chengwu was taken aback.

What kind of movement technique was this?

Previously, when Mo Hua had accompanied them, he hadn’t used any movement techniques, and Yu Chengwu thought Mo Hua was incapable. He hadn’t expected Mo Hua to be so skilled in it.

He was even better than some of the old Monster Hunters…

No wonder he dared wander alone in the Inner Mountain.

Mo Hua looked at Yu Chengwu curiously, “You all… didn’t come for Monster Hunting?”

They weren’t wearing rattan armor or iron armor, and their blades were put away. They were dressed like ordinary Loose Cultivators, looking like Cultivators from outside.

Yu Chengwu said, “We came to the mountain to catch someone.”

“Who are you after?”

“The Cultivators who ganged up on me last time,” Yu Chengwu’s eyes flashed with cold light as he said hatefully, “A bunch of scum, daring to ambush me, I won’t let them get away.”

Mo Hua asked in confusion, “You know who they are now?”

“Not yet.”

“Then how will you find them?”

“They didn’t dare to enter the city, so they must definitely be hiding in the mountains. As long as we search, we will surely find them.”

Mo Hua nodded.

Not finding these Cultivators was ultimately a hidden danger. If Monster Hunters were attacked by them while hunting monsters, it could be dangerous.

“Then you go ahead,” Mo Hua waved his hand.

He did not want to join the fray, as he had urgent matters to attend to and it was better to collect more Monster Blood for now.

“If I run into them, I’ll set off fireworks to alert you,” Mo Hua added.

Yu Chengwu was slightly startled, then nodded and said, “That sounds good, but be careful yourself.”

“Don’t worry.”

Mo Hua and Yu Chengwu’s group parted ways. After wandering around the Inner Mountain for most of the day, Mo Hua came across them again as he descended the mountain in the evening.

Yu Chengwu and his companions were injured and bleeding, but their wounds did not seem severe.

They were escorting two Cultivators, both dressed in black, with their hands and feet shackled in iron chains, covered in bruises and cuts—one had a broken arm, while the other was limping.

Clearly, they were captured after a fierce battle and then brutally beaten.

Their expressions were weary, but resentment lurked in their eyes.

Mo Hua looked at their faces and thought for a moment; indeed, they were two of the seven Cultivators who had participated in the ambush that day.

“You actually captured them?” Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.

“Of course. We are Monster Hunters; no one is more familiar with Big Black Mountain than us.”

Yu Chengwu kicked the two men, “These scumbags thought they had a good hiding spot, but living out in the wild, eating and sleeping exposed them, not to mention killing and looting others. They left so many traces, how could we possibly not find them?”

“Just these two?”

“The others probably went out to rob; only these two were left to guard their camp.”

“Are you going to kill them?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

Yu Chengwu hesitated for a moment, then said, “Not yet. We’ll bring them back, rough them up a few more times, and see if they’ll tell us anything. As for their hideout, we’ve already frightened them off, so we probably won’t catch the other Cultivators.”

Mo Hua nodded, then he scanned the two black-clothed Cultivators with his Divine Sense and frowned.

The two Cultivators looked pitiful, but their Spiritual Power was still quite abundant, which was not good, as it posed a risk.

“Break their legs first,” Mo Hua kindly suggested.

Yu Chengwu was taken aback.

“Their Spiritual Power is quite strong,” Mo Hua stated.

An abundance of Spiritual Power meant a potential danger.

Yu Chengwu thought for a moment, then nodded and instructed the other Monster Hunters, “Break their legs.”

Just as the Monster Hunters were about to make a move, Mo Hua called out “Wait.”

After pondering for a moment, he said, “Better break their arms instead, if we break their legs, they won’t be able to walk, and we’ll have to expend the effort to carry them.”

With broken arms, even if they had Spiritual Power, they would not be able to act in the short term.

Yu Chengwu nodded, and the Monster Hunters did not hesitate, proceeding to twist and break the arms of the two black-clothed Cultivators.

The two Cultivators screamed in pain, their expressions filled with anger, and their eyes spitefully fixed upon Mo Hua.

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, “Still daring to glare at me?”

Upon hearing this, the Monster Hunters kicked each of the two men, causing them to grit their teeth in pain, yet the resentment in their eyes grew even deeper.

Mo Hua sighed and said to Yu Chengwu:

“Should we blind their eyes too? They keep staring at me.”

Hearing this, the two black-clothed Cultivators instantly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly cast their gaze downward, and dared not look at Mo Hua again.

Yu Chengwu felt somewhat helpless.

When the child had a good heart, he was truly good; when he had a bad heart, he was really bad.

He could come up with all kinds of underhanded ideas.

But Yu Chengwu thought this was for the best.

You couldn’t be merciful to bad people; otherwise, it would be you who suffered.

These two black-clothed Cultivators had killed and plundered, with who knows how many lives on their hands. Even killing them now would let them off lightly.