Mo Hua led them to a campsite and said,
“Let’s rest here and treat our wounds.”
Ji Qingbai and the others nodded in assent; they had been battling for a long time and all had sustained injuries. They had been forcibly enduring the pain, but now they couldn’t muster the strength to go on.
The group rested in the camp.
Mo Hua distributed Hemostatic Pills and various other healing Pills among them.
Ji Qingbai received the Pills, sniffed them, and expressed his surprise, “These Pills… they are of such high quality!”
Mo Hua nodded and replied, “They were made by Grandpa Feng.”
These Pills had been specially crafted for him by Old Mr. Feng.
Old Mr. Feng’s skills as a Pill Master were extraordinary, and he used a top-notch Pill Furnace, which was inscribed with a first-class Compound Formation and possessed pure and powerful flames. Naturally, the Pills created in it were of superior quality.
It was just that Mo Hua had yet to sustain any serious injuries since he entered the Inner Mountain, so these emergency Pills had been stored for quite some time. Now, they finally came in handy.
“Old Mr. Feng from Apricot Forest Hall?” Ji Qingbai was slightly astonished, then nodded in understanding, “No wonder.”
Old Mr. Feng was a first-class Pill Master, having saved countless lives. Even in Qingxuan City, he had a significant reputation.
Ji Qingbai took two Pills, handing the rest to Ji Li and the young female Cultivator.
The female Cultivator, having the most severe injuries and the most blood loss, became relaxed after taking the Pills and soon passed out, slipping into unconsciousness.
Ji Li stayed by her side, a look of both worry and affection on his face.
Curious, Mo Hua glanced at the female Cultivator, then at Ji Li, and inquired,
“Brother Ji, are you two a couple?”
Ji Li’s face turned beet red instantaneously.
“No… No… not yet.”
“Not yet, so you mean it’s going to happen soon?”
Mo Hua pressed for details, his eyes twinkling with interest, “If you two get married, can I come to the wedding feast?”
He had never attended a wedding feast in his life.
Ji Li blushed even more.
Seeing this, Ji Qingbai chuckled and said, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll definitely invite you when the time comes.”
“It’s a deal,” Mo Hua said with a smile.
The atmosphere in the camp lightened a bit.
Ji Qingbai then asked, “By the way, why are you alone in the mountain? It’s dangerous here, where’s your dad?”
“I can manage by myself; my dad has other matters to take care of,” Mo Hua replied.
Ji Qingbai looked at Mo Hua, feeling both shocked and regretful.
At such a young age, he was already at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and not only could he survive alone in the Inner Mountain; he was also very familiar with the terrains and composed in the face of danger.
Likewise, a chip off the old block, Mo Hua had the same talent as his father for Monster Hunting.
The pity was that he had still become a Monster Hunter.
Ji Qingbai noticed the Monster Hunting Token hanging from Mo Hua’s neck and sighed inwardly.
Once one became a Monster Hunter, it became difficult to find time to learn about Formations.
Ji Qingbai still hoped that Mo Hua would pursue the path of a Formation Master, rather than just being a great Monster Hunter.
Among Loose Cultivators, Monster Hunters were a dime a dozen, but Formation Masters were exceedingly rare.
With Mo Hua’s talent, it was truly a waste for him not to study Formation, to not become a Formation Master.
Ji Qingbai felt an immense sense of regret.
Seeing Ji Qingbai seemed preoccupied with something, Mo Hua couldn’t help but ask,
“Uncle Ji, what brings you to Tongxian City?”
Ji Qingbai paused, as if recalling something, and said with a wry smile,
“We couldn’t make ends meet in Qingxuan City, so we thought to come here to find ways to get by.”