The figure didn’t look back after coming out of the mine, and ran straight down the mountain, leaving a trail of afterimages behind.
Seeing the speed of this desperate escape, there was no doubt it was a Foundation Building Cultivator!
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
With the Foundation Building Cultivator fleeing, the remaining cultivators of the Qian Family were like monkeys scattered when the tree falls, and their defeat was only a matter of time.
As expected, in less than the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, cultivators of the Qian Family began to flee from the mouth of the mine in a state of disarray.
Most of them were bedraggled and bleeding, either clutching their arms or limping, running down the mountain in a panic.
Mo Hua didn’t want to act rashly, after all, he was alone, and it was better to be cautious.
Mo Hua stayed put in the pit as he had been.
After a while, Mo Hua suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Looking up, he saw two Qian Family cultivators coming his way as they fled for their lives.
They looked like they had been through a tough fight, were in a sorry state, and the fluctuations in their spiritual power were weak, clearly at the end of their tether.
Not following the other Qian Family cultivators, they chose to be alone, and of the many paths available, they chose to limp right past the bushes where he was hiding.
Mo Hua felt that not making a move would be somewhat of a disservice to them.
One of the Qian Family cultivators was cursing as he went:
“These bastards, where did they get the intel…”
“When we get back, we’ll report to the Family Head, and they’ll pay for this!”
“…Damn it!”
He cursed as he ran.
As he was cursing, suddenly a Fireball Technique exploded on his face.
He was struck by a burst of intense pain as the exploding flames made his head swim and his ears ring, and his face burned with pain.
“What…”
He hadn’t recovered yet, when another fireball hit him in the face, and he fell straight to the ground.
“An ambush?!”
The other Qian Family cultivator was shocked and tried to flee, ignoring his companion, but after only a few steps, a fireball struck him in the back of the head.
He fell flat on the ground, his face hitting a rock, and he too was knocked unconscious.
Mo Hua didn’t rush to come out.
He first used his Divine Sense to scan the area and found that the spiritual power of the two men was circulating erratically.
This indicated that they had fainted; their senses were unclear, and they couldn’t control the flow of their own spiritual power.
Still not at ease, Mo Hua hit each of them with another fireball to make sure, and seeing no response, climbed out of the pit.
What to do now?
After thinking for a while, Mo Hua searched them and took away their Storage Bags.
The Taoist Law prohibits looting.
Mo Hua wanted to be a law-abiding good cultivator, but with the Qian Family bringing the fight to him, he couldn’t just stand by and be bullied.
“It seems cultivators truly can’t help themselves…”
Mo Hua sighed, his expression slightly melancholic as he tucked the Storage Bags into his own bosom.
Then he ran back into the pit to see if there were any more Qian Family cultivators coming his way to make him “act against his will.”
Before long, more Qian Family cultivators came his way as anticipated.
If there were many, Mo Hua let them go.
If there were few, Mo Hua did the same as before.
When dawn was breaking and the battle inside the mine was coming to an end,
Mo Hua’s bosom was already bulging…