Since he himself had a low-grade Spiritual Root and weak spiritual power, he couldn’t learn those high-grade spells that were powerful but also consumed a great deal of spiritual power.
He would have to forge his own path, learning spells like the Fireball Technique that were not very powerful but could be executed quickly to gain the upper hand.
However, there was still one problem.
“Can a spell with small power really suppress the enemy?” Mo Hua asked.
“Body Cultivators break their opponent’s moves, Spiritual Cultivators break their opponent’s spells, if the enemy cannot attack, they can naturally only be suppressed.”
Old Kui continued, “Body Cultivators are also human, once struck by your spell, they will naturally suffer pain. If their will isn’t strong, their attack momentum will surely be broken….”
“If you encounter someone who trades blow for blow, life for life, you can aim for their joints or vital points. In doing so, they will have to think twice before engaging with you. Once they hesitate, they dare not risk their life recklessly anymore….”
Mo Hua had never imagined that there were so many intricacies in the use of spells, and for a moment it was like receiving an enlightening blow to the head; the look he gave Old Kui was full of admiration.
Old Kui’s expression remained calm, but felt a slight sense of satisfaction in his heart, as still as an ancient well, from being looked at with such reverence.
He thought to himself that Mr. Zhuang was right, teaching a disciple when one had time could also be considered a pleasant pastime.
“Do you understand now?”
Mo Hua nodded continuously.
Old Kui gave further guidance:
“Although there are many spells in the world, the principles are largely the same. Every spell has weaknesses, but every spell also has its strengths. What a Cultivator needs to do is to play to their strengths and avoid weaknesses.”
“Conversely, while every spell has its strengths, they also inevitably have weaknesses. Your task is to identify those weaknesses and use them to break the spell.”
“There is a myriad of Taoist Skills, each with its strengths and shortcomings; the art of their use lies within the heart.”
The usually taciturn Old Kui, when talking about spells, spoke unceasingly, and his words were like pearls.
“These truths might not be of use to you now, but Tao Cultivation is a long journey, and these might come in handy one day,” said Old Kui.
Mo Hua listened attentively, committing every word to heart, and then bowed to Old Kui, saying,
“Thank you for your guidance, Grandpa Gui. I will remember everything!”
Old Kui nodded his head.
Mo Hua thought back carefully to Old Kui’s words and then considered another practical problem.
He could currently only cast one Fireball Technique.
The things that Old Kui mentioned, like “seize the initiative, suppress with spells, play to strengths, and break enemy spells,” seemed a bit beyond him.
After all, he only knew one Fireball Technique….
“So what should I do now?” Mo Hua scratched his head again.
“Practice the Fireball Technique.”
Old Kui gave a simple and unadorned answer.
“Practice until when?”
“Keep practicing, the more accurate the better, the faster the better.”
Old Kui looked at Mo Hua with profound eyes, “You only need to remember one phrase….”
“In the world of spells, only speed is unbeatable!”