622 Little Neighbor 622 Little Neighbor Without waiting for Gu Changhuai to react, Mo Hua “turned the tables” and probed,
“Uncle Gu, can you issue a task from the Taoist Court?”
Gu Changhuai was startled and felt displeased in his heart.
This brat, why is he acting so “familiar”, as if I’m well-acquainted with him…
Gu Changhuai looked at Mo Hua with a wary expression,
“What do you want to do?”
“I’m just asking,” Mo Hua said casually, then flashed a look like a cunning little fox, “Suppose…”
Mo Hua emphasized, “I mean suppose, I inadvertently, came across a clue about a Sin Cultivator, could you issue a task through the Taoist Court?”
Gu Changhuai frowned and refused,
“The Taoist Court acts according to its own statutes, and the rewards offered to Sects are also subject to the Canon’s careful deliberation, it’s not something that can be issued at will…”
Mo Hua nodded, instantly understood.
Prudence, deliberation, not at will…
The implication was that it still depended on one’s will.
Whether it’s prudent or not, whether you deliberate or not, whether it’s arbitrary or not, it all depends on the subjective judgment of the Supervisor, with no objective rules.
As a Supervisor, if Uncle Gu decided, he indeed had the qualification to issue a reward!
Gu Changhuai looked at the spirited and unusual Mo Hua, and for a moment didn’t know what Mo Hua had figured out, he furrowed his brow and asked,
“What do you want by asking this…”
He was only halfway through his question when he realized something.
No, that’s not right, the question he asked this kid, he hasn’t answered yet…
He came here to investigate Mo Hua’s connection to Boss Jiang’s death.
But he got careless, and Mo Hua led the conversation astray…
Gu Changhuai put on a stern face, “I asked first, you answer first.”
“What did you ask again?” Mo Hua blinked.
Gu Changhuai felt a bit of a headache, so he repeated his question, “Do you know the Fireball Technique?”
Mo Hua did not hide anything and nodded,
“The Fireball Technique is such a Spell…
it would be quite hard not to know…”
The Fireball Technique was one of the most basic Spells for Cultivators, and also one of the most widely used.
Mo Hua looked frank.
Gu Changhuai glanced at Mo Hua, and even with his experience as the Dao Court’s Supervisor, he couldn’t see a hint of nervousness on Mo Hua’s slightly childish face.
He made his judgment in an instant.
This was a little “slick operator,” impervious to oil and salt, uninterrogatable.
Gu Changhuai thought for a while, his eyes slightly heavy, and simply asked directly,
“The human traffickers who kidnapped Yu Er, did you kill them?”
Having said this, Gu Changhuai looked straight at Mo Hua with a piercing gaze.
Mo Hua actually wanted to prevaricate, but he felt that he might need to ask Uncle Gu, the Supervisor of the Taoist Court, for many favors in the future, so there should be some basic trust between the two, and lying wouldn’t be good…
Mo Hua nodded, “Yes!”
Mo Hua admitted it very straightforwardly.
Yet, Gu Changhuai was taken aback.
His mind experienced a momentary deadlock.
He had envisioned many scenarios, but he didn’t expect that as soon as he asked, Mo Hua would admit it directly, leaving him with no words to say.
Gu Changhuai hesitated for a long time before asking, “How did you do it?”
Mo Hua responded, “I used the Fireball Technique to slaughter all those human traffickers!”
Gu Changhai thought as much.
This was in line with what he had surmised.
But he hesitated again for a moment, thought over those words in his heart for a long time, and couldn’t help but shake his head and say, “Impossible…”
With the Fireball Technique…
how could he kill?
Mo Hua, this youngster, was in the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment.
Those dozen or so human traffickers were at least at the Foundation level too, and with many years of cultivation experience and deeper Cultivation than Mo Hua.