Mo Hua, as promised, brought some of the meat to the Monster Hunter to try.
After eating, the Monster Hunter’s expression was calm and open-minded, as if he tasted a kind of “death with no regrets” in this lifetime…
His expression was so exaggerated that Mo Hua didn’t know what to say.
Mo Hua also delivered some to Forgetful Residence.
Bai Zisheng tasted it and, finding the flavor improved, enviously said,
“Mo Hua, your mother is really great!”
After saying that, he had a brainwave and suggested, “Why don’t you ask your mom if she’d take me as a foster son?”
Mo Hua rolled his eyes at him.
Bai Zixi couldn’t help herself either and threw a paper ball at Bai Zisheng’s forehead.
The beef Mo Hua brought to Mr. Zhuang was the best, with an excellent presentation, comprising five or six dishes—each garnished with either vibrant green onions or fiery red hot sauce, every dish offering a unique flavor.
After tasting a bite, Mr. Zhuang furrowed his brow. Moments later, he couldn’t help but lament,
“The desires of the palate can corrupt a person’s determination!”
Yet he couldn’t resist taking another bite.
The spices were excellent, and the food business thrived even more.
Mo Hua was very happy and decided that while he was gathering spices, he might as well collect some medicinal herbs and other such things.
After all, setting up formations and hunting Monster Beasts didn’t actually require him.
He just needed to paint the formations and then bleed them at the end.
With the remaining time, he usually strolled around the outer mountains.
Gathering spices, harvesting herbs, and mining were all part of the same task.
Mo Hua sought out Old Mr. Feng and got a copy of “Tao Cultivation Herbalism,” then went to Master Chen and received a copy of “Tao Cultivation Mineral Records.”
He used the descriptions in the two books to search for medicinal herbs and various minerals.
It would both enhance his knowledge of Tao Cultivation and allow him to collect some medicinal herbs and minerals—after all, it was a matter of convenience and opportunity should not be wasted.
The herbs he collected, Mo Hua gave to Old Mr. Feng, while the minerals he mined, he gave to Master Chen.
They were not polite to Mo Hua and told him to seek them out whenever he needed pills or a Spiritual Artifact.
So Mo Hua went about his life outside Big Black Mountain, drawing maps, finding spices, picking some herbs, digging for minerals, and waiting for other Monster Hunters to kill the Monster Beasts before he would go bleed them, stocking up to mix Spiritual Ink.
Until one day, he noticed that more and more Monster Hunters were using the Earth Fire Formation. Often, by the time he finished bleeding a Monster Beast killed in the south, another would already be dead in the north.
By the time he heard about it, the Monster Beast in the north would already be too cold to bleed.
And just like that, ten bottles of Monster Blood were wasted…
After this occurred several times, Mo Hua frowned and pondered,
“I need to think of a solution, or it’s too wasteful…”