Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Turbulence (Part 2)_1

“Old Mo… Mo Shan, no, Big Brother Mo!” a Monster Hunter clapped a hand on Mo Shan’s shoulder.

“Tell me, with the friendship between us, if I swallow my pride and ask your son to draw a Formation for me, would he agree?”

Before Mo Shan could reply, another Monster Hunter interjected:

“Your face is big?”

“You’re not young anymore, stop thinking about relying on your looks to earn a living.”

Others laughed and joined in teasing.

“Mo Shan, just tell me, how many Spirit Stones it’ll take to draw this Formation, give me an idea.”

Mo Shan replied with a wry smile, “I’ll have to go back and ask my son; this Formation probably isn’t easy to draw.”

The crowd thought it over and nodded in agreement.

A Formation capable of withstanding the blow of a late first-grade Monster Beast indeed wouldn’t be easy to draw.

Another Monster Hunter whispered to Mo Shan, “Your son, he isn’t betrothed yet, is he?”

Mo Shan nodded his head, “He’s still young.”

“He’s not that young, not that young. These things should be considered early on.”

“What are you getting at?”

The Monster Hunter chuckled, “I have a daughter, she’s quite a looker. How about our families become kin through marriage?”

“Mo Shan, don’t listen to his nonsense. My niece is the real beauty.”

“Big Brother Mo, these matters can’t be rushed. In my opinion, wait a bit longer, until next year… my daughter will be born then…”

“How old is your daughter, you shameless man!”

Mo Shan watched them all talking at once, and smiled helplessly.

Although this Monster Hunting expedition had some twists, it went smoothly overall and didn’t take too much time.

After coming down from the mountain, they sold the Monster Beasts, distributed the Spirit Stones, and each went their own way home.

As dusk fell, streetlights lit up one by one.

Mo Shan walked down the familiar streets and pushed open the gate to the familiar courtyard, returning home.

Liu Ruhua had already prepared the meal; on the table were green vegetables, beef, and steaming rice porridge.

During dinner, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua, “Did you draw a Formation inside the rattan armor?”

“Mhm.” Mo Hua, with a pale bun in one hand and meat stuffed in his mouth, nodded and said:

“I drew the Golden Armor Formation!”

“Golden Armor Formation? Is it a higher grade than the Iron Armor Formation?”

“Yes, its effect is significantly better than the Iron Armor Formation.”

After thinking for a moment, Mo Shan then asked:

“Some of the uncles from your Monster Hunting Team also want to ask for your help drawing this Formation.”

“That’s possible, but they’ll have to wait a while.”

Mo Hua needed to spend time learning a new First-grade Formation Method. Once his skill in Formation drawing stabilized, he would go back to drawing the Golden Armor Formation to increase his proficiency.

Thinking it over, Mo Hua added, “To draw the Golden Armor Formation, they will need to prepare some Golden Series pen and ink. They can give some Spirit Stones as they see fit, just as a token of appreciation for the hard work.”

After all, Loose Cultivators generally weren’t wealthy.

Mo Shan was reassured and smiled,

“I’ll let them prepare in advance. When you have free time later on, you can help them draw it.”

“Sure!” Mo Hua agreed, then asked curiously,

“Dad, is the Golden Armor Formation on the rattan armor effective?”

He wanted to know how effective a first-grade Golden Armor Formation was.

Mo Shan was about to say “effective”, after all, even the late-stage Kui Wood Wolf had not managed to tear through the rattan armor.

In his life, he had never worn armor more durable than this.

But as the words reached the tip of his tongue, Mo Shan hesitated.

Saying “effective” would mean that he had encountered danger in the mountains.

And the perils he had faced, to prevent his wife and child from worrying, were things Mo Shan had never spoken of.

After a moment’s hesitation, Mo Shan said, “It should be effective, but today’s Monster Hunting went well, without any real danger. We’ll talk about it if we encounter any next time.”

Mo Hua nodded, feeling a tad disappointed.

But then I thought again, not encountering danger is always a good thing.

Rattan Armor or Golden Armor Formation, both are meant to reduce danger, but no matter how much it’s reduced, there’s still some risk.

The best scenario is to not face any danger at all.

Thinking this way, Mo Hua put her mind at ease and started to eat happily.

As Mo Hua was eating, another question occurred to her, “Dad, how is Uncle Zhao doing?”

Mo Shan furrowed his brows, “Not too well, he hasn’t woken up yet.”

Old Zhao went into the mountains and was chased by an unknown cultivator. He fell off a cliff while fleeing and got tangled in branches, and was later found by Mo Hua using Divine Sense.

The critically injured Old Zhao was lucky to survive; otherwise, his chances would have been slim.

“Was it the Qian Family who did it?”

“There’s no conclusive evidence, but it’s very likely.”

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, “Is the Qian Family pursuing Uncle Zhao to vent their anger, or to cover up something?”

“Elder Yu is investigating, but there are no leads. We’ll probably know everything once Uncle Zhao wakes up,” Mo Shan sighed.

Mo Hua was somewhat worried, “When can Uncle Zhao wake up?”

Mo Shan patted Mo Hua’s head and said,

“Don’t worry, Old Mr. Feng has seen him and said it should be within the next two days. You can go visit him whenever you’re free.”

“Mm,” Mo Hua nodded.

The next day, Mo Hua went to Apricot Forest Hall.

Old Zhao, who was in a coma from serious injuries, was laid in a side room of Apricot Forest Hall.

Old Zhao’s wife was pregnant and couldn’t overexert herself, so she could only find a little time each day to visit her husband.

Elder Yu often came to visit too and would arrange for people to take care of Old Zhao. Despite Zhao’s life being out of danger, he showed no signs of awakening.

When Mo Hua arrived, she found Elder Yu was also there.

The normally stern Elder Yu brightened up upon seeing Mo Hua, “Mo Hua, you’re here.”

“Yes, I came to check on Uncle Zhao.”

Mo Hua approached the sick bed and saw Uncle Zhao still lying pale as paper, which made her worry. She then quietly asked Elder Yu:

“Elder, any findings regarding the Qian Family’s actions?”

Elder Yu hesitated for a moment, then also spoke in a low voice,

“I’ve sent someone to investigate. For the past month or so, people from the Qian Family have been sneaking into Big Black Mountain, acting very suspiciously, and it’s unclear what they are doing.”

Mo Hua frowned, “I also went into the mountain, but I don’t seem to have encountered them.”

“They mostly sneak in under cover of darkness and disappear as soon as they enter the mountain; it’s natural that you didn’t encounter them. Not only you, but other Monster Hunters haven’t noticed them either,” Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Uncle Zhao encountered them?”

Elder Yu nodded, “He went up the mountain in the evening and may have run into the Qian Family’s people. It’s also possible he knew what they were doing, so the Qian Family wanted to silence him…”

Silence him!

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

What exactly was the Qian Family doing in Big Black Mountain that they would kill to keep it a secret?

At that moment, Old Mr. Feng walked in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped chatting.

Old Mr. Feng was holding a tray, on which were Pills, acupuncture needles, and a small stove emitting steam.

“Grandpa Feng, what are you going to do?” asked Mo Hua.

“I’m going to use acupuncture to open up the meridians and stimulate the efficacy of the medicine. He should be able to wake up after that.”

“Oh, okay.” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, watching curiously.

Old Mr. Feng used the stove to extract the medicinal properties, then used the Golden Needle to infuse the medicine, and pierced Uncle Zhao’s acupoints.

Uncle Zhao’s skin gradually flushed, blood oozed out from his congestion, and the chaotic spiritual power within his body steadied. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu’s expression eased slightly, and just as he was about to comfort him to “rest well,” his arm was suddenly gripped tightly by Old Zhao.

Old Zhao’s breath was unstable, and he couldn’t speak.

But he still clung to Elder Yu, his teeth clenched, using all his strength to finally get the words out:

“Big Black Mountain… has Spiritual mines!”

Upon hearing this, Elder Yu’s pupils shook.