Chapter 85: Chapter 85 - 85 Healing Injuries_1

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Zhang Lan furrowed his brow.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he felt that the less he wanted to admit it, the more likely it was the truth.

The Formation couldn’t have been drawn by Mo Hua, could it? And that person, was he also blown up by Mo Hua?

Although Mo Hua was only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, since he had started studying Compound Formations, his Formation skills were not low; painting a Formation to blow someone up shouldn’t be difficult for him.

After thinking it over, Zhang Lan completely erased the traces of the Formation and then thought about when he would go to Mo Hua to drink some wine and to clear up the matter incidentally.

As for showing partiality in this matter, he had no psychological burden at all.

He was born in a noble clan and had seen plenty of wastrels from a young age, so he despised those like Qian Xing who relied on their clan’s name to bully others and act arrogantly, feeling that they not only wasted their clan’s resources but also tarnished the family reputation.

The only regret was that the power of the Formation wasn’t enough, and it didn’t kill that Qian Family’s brat.

“Mo Hua, this kid, still isn’t skilled enough in his craft…” Zhang Lan muttered.

Inside Apricot Forest Hall, Old Mr. Feng was healing Dazhu and the others.

Old Mr. Feng disliked children who caused trouble, and initially, he was unwilling to help, but Mo Hua had said that he was the one being bullied and Dazhu and the others were hurt when they came to his defense.

Of course, the supposedly bullied Mo Hua was jumping around lively with just some minor cuts while the ones who bullied him had been blown up beyond recognition… It was best not to tell Old Mr. Feng that part.

Having watched Mo Hua grow up, Old Mr. Feng was biased, and softened his attitude when Mo Hua said this, concocted some herbal medicine for them to apply to their wounds, and even gave them some Pills to help with blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Dazhu whispered, “Mo Hua, you have some serious clout, even managing to convince Old Mr. Feng. Whenever I got hurt from fighting, I wouldn’t dare to seek out Old Mr. Feng, no matter the cause, for fear he would blame me.”

Mo Hua said, “Grandpa Feng is kind-hearted. If you really needed help, he’d definitely take action to heal you. If he doesn’t help, it means he knows you’re not seriously injured.”

Dazhu nodded uncertainly, but without Mo Hua leading them, there was no way they would have dared to seek out Old Mr. Feng.

After Old Mr. Feng finished looking after Dazhu and the others, he checked Mo Hua and saw that he too only had some superficial skin injuries, which finally put his mind at ease.

“Your frailty is congenital. You should not get involved in fights. If it’s unvoidable, think of a way to escape sooner rather than later. Don’t risk your life,” he cautioned.

Mo Hua helplessly said, “Grandpa Feng, I did run, but I couldn’t escape.”

Old Mr. Feng frowned, “In Tongxian City, who is so unreasonable as to bully even a child like you?”

Mo Hua chuckled, “It’s nothing serious, just let bygones be bygones.”

Seeing that Mo Hua didn’t want to talk about it, Old Mr. Feng did not insist, only advising:

“I may have some slight influence here in Tongxian City. If someone really bullies you and you can’t fight back, make sure to tell me.”

“Mhm, thank you, Grandpa Feng!”

Mo Hua said gratefully, touched his neck, and discovered that after applying the medicine given by Old Mr. Feng, it was cool and already much less painful, so he said his goodbyes, “It’s getting late, I should head home. Next time, I’ll bring some osmanthus wine my mother made for you to taste!”

Old Mr. Feng waved his hand, “Head back early, don’t make your mother worry.”

After bidding farewell to Old Mr. Feng and Dazhu, and seeing their woeful expressions, Mo Hua asked, “Are your injuries very serious?”

“The injuries aren’t serious, but we’ve still shown our colors, and it won’t heal in a day or two. There’s no way we can hide it from our master,” Dazhu said dejectedly.

“Master Chen?”

“That’s right, Master repeatedly cautioned us not to stir up trouble or fight. If anyone gets hurt in a fight, we have to spend spirit stones on our own recovery and compensate the other party with spirit stones as well…”

“Yes, so whenever we finish a fight, regardless of whether we are in the right or not, Master will punish us without fail.”

Several disciples chimed in one after another.

Mo Hua felt somewhat guilty since Dazhu and the others had fought with Qian Xing’s group to help him. If Qian Xing hadn’t been so aggressively provocative, the fight wouldn’t have escalated to such an extent.

Mo Hua said, “Qian Xing bullied others because he thought he could, and you all got into the fight because you were helping me. Master Chen is not unreasonable; he probably won’t blame you.”

“Hmm.” Dazhu nodded but still seemed a bit anxious.

“If Master Chen still blames you, just tell him that whenever the Refinery Shop needs any formation painted, I can help, as long as it’s not too difficult.”

“Really?” Dazhu’s eyes lit up. Commissioning someone to paint formations cost a lot of spirit stones, and every time it pained their master deeply. If Mo Hua could help out from now on, certainly the Master would be pleased.

“Just,” Dazhu hesitated, “won’t you be at a loss?”

“My father always tells me that neighbors and friends should look out for each other. You’ve helped me, so I help you, where’s the loss in that?” Mo Hua patted his chest as he spoke. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mo Shan knew that when Mo Hua painted formations for others, he was very happy. He often told Mo Hua exactly that, and also that one should lend a hand whenever possible. The lives of loose cultivators at the bottom were harsh; it was looking out for one another that kept them going.

In times of hardship, Mo Hua’s family had received much care from others.

However, Dazhu was quite happy, “If that little bastard Qian Xing troubles you again, we’ll help you beat him up!”

“Right, beat him up!” the other disciples echoed.

After everyone parted ways, Mo Hua went home, had dinner, exchanged a few words with his mother, and then returned to his room to continue studying formations.

He didn’t mention Qian Xing, not wanting to worry his mother.

The Qian Family was too powerful, so it was best to avoid conflict with them whenever possible; confront them if it was truly unavoidable. Fortunately, the Qian Family didn’t know that it was he who had used a formation to injure Qian Xing; they probably wouldn’t trouble Mo Hua anytime soon.

Liu Ruhua sat alone with a heavy heart under the lamp, sewing clothes until Mo Shan returned. Only then did she speak to her husband,

“Huar got hurt. He didn’t mention it and even covered his wound, not wanting me to notice, but I’m his mother—how could I not see…”

Mo Shan comforted his wife, “Mo Hua is a boy, and it’s right for a boy to shoulder responsibilities. If he doesn’t speak of it, it means he can handle it on his own, and it’s probably not a serious matter. You shouldn’t question him about it.”

“Hmm,” Liu Ruhua nodded, “but I’m still a bit worried… Mo Hua is usually well-behaved; he shouldn’t have gotten into any conflicts.”

“I’ll ask around tomorrow to find out what actually happened. Don’t worry. Even if something did happen, I am here, aren’t I?”

Mo Shan’s tone was gentle, comforting his wife, but a trace of sharpness flashed across his eyes.

Meanwhile, at the Refinery Shop, Dazhu and his group were being punished by Master Chen, kneeling in front of the hall.

Master Chen held a stick in his hand, his face as still as water.

“Well, well, you’ve become bold now, your wings strong enough to fight with others, even disturbing the Taoist Court Officials. If I hadn’t heard about this from someone else, I’d still be in the dark. Do you have no respect for me as your master?”