Mo Hua brought over a small stool to sit on, and Elder Yu continued:
“We’ve finished mining the Spiritual mines, but the Spirit Stones extracted are impure and irregular; they can’t be used directly. They must be handed over to the Taoist Court, and exchanged for standard Spirit Stones issued by the Court at a certain ratio. These Spirit Stones are pure and well-crafted, suitable for both circulation and cultivation…”
“Of course, the Court takes a cut, and the Taoist Court needs to take some Spirit Stones for facilitation. Even so, the substantial amount of Spirit Stones that will be in our hands will be a huge sum.”
“According to the contribution, the mined Spirit Stones will be distributed in four categories—Class A, B, C, D—and dispensed monthly to all Monster Hunters for their cultivation and daily needs.”
“Among these, Mo Shan qualifies for Class A contribution and will thus receive Class A allocation of Spirit Stones, Mo Hua, you’re also Class A.”
Mo Hua was slightly surprised, “I’m Class A too?”
Elder Yu nodded and said, “In fact, you should have received more, but considering that your family already has two Class A shares, it wouldn’t be fair to give more.”
In Elder Yu’s heart, Mo Hua’s contributions were far beyond Class A.
Whether it was using the Fireball Technique to push back the Qian Family’s Spiritual Cultivators, forcing Hidden Cultivators out of hiding, or using Formations to aid their defense and escape, his actions were crucial to the battle.
But according to the traditions of Monster Hunters, they could give no more than Class A share, and Elder Yu could not break the rule.
Mo Hua wasn’t too concerned about it; he was happy to have the Class A share.
After all, although he managed to cast Spells and draw Formations from the background, it was the others who fought directly and faced the battle head-on.
The Monster Hunters bled, got injured, and fought desperately.
Mo Hua had only offered help from the sidelines.
Soon, Mo Hua’s thought shifted, and his face showed a hint of sorrow, “Many have sacrificed this time…”
Elder Yu patted Mo Hua’s head, “Deaths and injuries are inevitable, you shouldn’t dwell on it.”
While Mo Hua understood this, he still felt saddened.
Elder Yu said, “Death is part of life; one may die of natural causes, misfortune, or hunting Monster Beasts. Comparatively, dying while defending the Spiritual mines means their families will receive more compensation. It’s the best outcome possible.”
Mo Hua nodded silently.
Elder Yu looked at Mo Hua and sighed, “Suffering is unavoidable. For many years, Monster Hunters have lived through it. As humans, we must always look ahead.”
Mo Hua nodded, “Elder, I understand.”
Elder Yu felt reassured and said no more.
But Mo Hua understood that the root of all suffering came from weakness.
If he were powerful enough, the Qian Family wouldn’t be worth fearing at all, and if his Formations were strong enough, the Qian Family would be no match for him either.
If only his Formations were strong enough…
Mo Hua’s eyes were firm, and he vowed silently in his heart:
“One day, within my Formations, no Cultivator will ever bleed or die again!”