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Mo Hua named the Thousand Jun Stick and carefully stored it in his Storage Bag.
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.