Chapter 152 Mediation (First Update)_1
After the battle ended, Monster Hunters were clearing the battlefield.
Injured Monster Hunters would receive treatment.
The Cultivators from the Qian Family would be stripped of their storage bags and spiritual artifacts, then thrown outside; whether they lived or died would depend on whether the Qian Family was willing to rescue them.
In addition, all of the seized spoils of war had to be submitted, categorized uniformly, and then distributed according to the merit and needs of the Cultivators.
Inside the mine, Elder Yu found a large rock to sit on.
Monster Hunters came up one after another, handing over the captured storage bags to Elder Yu.
Mo Hua, with his arms full of storage bags, walked up to Elder Yu, ready to hand them over.
Elder Yu was taken aback, “What are you doing?”
“Handing them over,” Mo Hua replied.
Elder Yu gave him a slight glare, “Kid, what are you joining the commotion for? Keep them and have fun yourself.”
“Oh,” Mo Hua sat down to the side.
After a while, Elder Yu still couldn’t resist his curiosity and asked:
“Where did you get all these storage bags from?”
Mo Hua replied somewhat bashfully, “I picked them up down the mountain.”
“Picked them up?”
“Yeah,” Mo Hua explained, “If a Cultivator from the Qian Family escaped and was alone, I’d take them down and then take their storage bag.”
Elder Yu stared, thinking to himself what on earth you’re talking about.
Even if a Cultivator from the Qian Family was alone, they were bonafide late-stage Qi Refinement Cultivators. How could you, a child in your teens, take them down?
And you speak of it so lightly, as if it’s as simple as eating candied hawthorn…
Elder Yu frowned and then asked, “Have you learned any spells?”
“Yeah, I learned the Fireball Technique,” Mo Hua said.
“Oh,” replied Elder Yu, nodding his head as if that made more sense.
But then his brow furrowed again.
That’s not right, the Fireball Technique isn’t that effective in taking down an enemy.
Casting a spell requires condensing Qi. If it isn’t practiced well, there’s still the question of whether you can hit someone or not…
Elder Yu wanted to ask more, but other Monster Hunters had come up to submit their storage bags, so he never got the chance to ask.
“Elder Yu, am I really not supposed to submit these?” Mo Hua asked stealthily.
“The ones you picked up outside the mines count as your own skill. Besides, we’re not so desperate as to take a child’s belongings,” Elder Yu replied.
“Thank you, Elder Yu!” Mo Hua gratefully accepted.
Afterwards, when the mine was well-organized, Elder Yu assigned people to guard it, and then allowed the injured Monster Hunters to return for recuperation.
Mo Shan also went back, but he hadn’t been injured. Wearing rattan armor embellished with the Golden Armor Formation, not even the monster beasts could tear through it, let alone the swords and knives of the ordinary Qi Refinement Cultivators.
He was to escort Mo Hua back home since Mo Hua was now considered “loaded.”
After getting home, Mo Hua shut the door, threw the storage bags he held on the table, and then began to open them one by one.
Mo Shan watched, his expression somewhat complex.
He didn’t know how his son managed to pick up so many storage bags through “picking up opportunities…”
There were around a dozen storage bags, and they contained a wide variety of items.
Typically, these included spirit stones, spiritual artifacts, pills, Taoist robes, among other miscellaneous trinkets of little value.
There were also a few garishly colored booklets, illustrated with flirty female Cultivators engaged in odd activities.
Mo Hua had just flipped them open and hadn’t had the chance to look closely when Mo Shan confiscated them.
Mo Hua felt a bit regretful, “I wonder what exactly was illustrated in there…”
The dozen or so storage bags were quickly accounted for.
Just the spirit stones alone numbered three to four hundred pieces, and together with some unprocessed spiritual mine stones, plus pills and spiritual artifacts, it was estimated they could be worth a total of five to six hundred spirit stones.
Five to six hundred spirit stones! Mo Hua couldn’t help but marvel.
No wonder people often say, “Horses won’t get fat without grazing at night, people won’t get rich without a windfall.”
However, it was better not to engage in such dealings if possible.
Mo Hua still wanted to be a law-abiding, good Cultivator.
That is unless he encountered foolish goons from the Qian Family who were both bad and stupid enough to fall right into his hands…
All of the spirit stones in the storage bags were given to Mo Hua by Mo Shan, for Mo Hua to cultivate and learn about Formations. The rest of the items such as spiritual artifacts, pills, Taoist robes, and rattan armor, Mo Shan took for himself.
The Qian Family had suffered a major setback and certainly wouldn’t just let things slide.