“Rattan armor,” Elder Yu replied casually.
“Rattan armor?”
“Yes, rattan armor with the Iron Armor Formation drawn on it.”
“Is it for Ada and Aer?” Yu Chengyi asked.
Ada and Aer were his sons. As the saying goes, grandparents spoil their grandchildren. Elder Yu was strict with him, but he doted on these two grandsons.
“Yes, but not only for them,” sighed Elder Yu, “You Monster Hunters are all old hands by now, tough-skinned and hard-fleshed, a few bites from monster beasts won’t matter much…”
But a few bites from monster beasts did matter…
In his heart, Yu Chengyi silently rebuked the notion that cultivators could withstand being gnawed on by monster beasts, but he didn’t dare to contradict and could only listen quietly.
“…But it’s different for the newly initiated Monster Hunters. Although they have learned the Taoist skills, they are still children after all. If something bad happens to them, it would pain my heart. The future of the Monster Hunting Guild depends on them…” said Elder Yu.
Yu Chengyi nodded, then couldn’t resist asking, “Then Dad, who is the Formation Master you asked to draw these formations?”
“He’s still young, I’m not sure if he counts as a Formation Master.”
Elder Yu remembered Mo Hua’s obedient and adorable appearance, and his mood brightened even more. “It’s Mo Shan’s son, named Mo Hua.”
“Mo Hua…” Yu Chengyi nodded. He had also heard from some familiar Monster Hunters that Mo Shan had a son who showed great talent in the art of formations.
However, he still had one more question:
“How many Spirit Stones did you give him for each set?”
Elder Yu, having seen much in his life, couldn’t help but blush slightly, “Ahem….just three…”
Yu Chengyi timidly said, “Dad, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to do this…”
Elder Yu immediately frowned, “How is it inappropriate? Lower-level Loose Cultivators should help each other. I think the child Mo Hua is quite good, more aware than you are.”
Yu Chengyi remained silent.
Elder Yu thought for a moment and sighed, “You’re right, no matter what, I did take advantage of him. If his family ever needs help, I’ll just lend a hand.”
Yu Chengyi was inwardly shocked. To make his unshamefaced father owe a favor was rare; he had scarcely seen it happen throughout his life.
“The Iron Armor Formation is not simple, can Mo Hua really draw it…” Yu Chengyi pondered before asking again.
“Why wouldn’t he be able to, here it is,”
Elder Yu patted the rattan armor in his hand. On the armor, a set of light golden formation patterns was meticulously and elegantly inscribed, complex and graceful, with a subtle mystical aura flowing through them.
Yu Chengyi’s eyes also shone, “Dad, I have to say, these formation patterns are excellently drawn!”
“Of course! I found him myself!” Elder Yu said with pride.
“How many sets did you ask him to draw?”
“One hundred sets.”
“One hundred sets?” Yu Chengyi gasped in surprise, “That many! Are they all done?”
“How could it be possible? He’s just a kid; he couldn’t draw that fast.”
Elder Yu hadn’t expected Mo Hua to finish them all at once; getting most of them done would suffice, considering Mo Hua was still young with low cultivation, probably not enough divine sense to draw so many formations.
Having about seventy to eighty sets would be enough for the time being.
“There are only…”
Elder Yu’s expression was leisurely as he swept through with his divine sense, roughly counting: “Thirty… fifty… eighty…”
There’s more?
Elder Yu’s face stiffened as he counted again, “Forty… seventy… ninety… one hundred!”
One hundred?!
Elder Yu took a cold breath in disbelief, “Finished?!”