He wasn’t discouraged; he remembered his father’s words, that by staying alert, he would eventually find a clue.
One day, Zhang Lan came to find Mo Hua and said:
"Be careful these days."
Mo Hua was stupefied, "Why?"
"Someone may be looking to trouble you."
Mo Hua frowned, "The Qian Family?"
Could it be that he suspected the Qian Family, and the Qian Family found out, so they wanted to deal with him?
"It’s not exactly the Qian Family... but it could be considered the Qian Family..."
Zhang Lan spoke unclearly.
Mo Hua looked at him suspiciously, "Uncle Zhang, have you been drinking? Why are you talking in riddles?"
"Nonsense, I haven’t even started drinking yet!"
Zhang Lan glanced at Mo Hua and gulped down a big bowl of wine before continuing, "It’s Qian Xing."
"Qian Xing?"
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised; it had been a long time since he heard anything from Qian Xing.
"Wasn’t Qian Xing mad?"
"He was mad only for a while, not his entire life," said Zhang Lan. "Besides, as the legitimate heir, the Qian Family has been seeking a cure for him. After so long, they finally succeeded."
Mo Hua rested his chin on his hand and pondered, "He shouldn’t still be looking for trouble with me, should he?"
Zhang Lan looked at Mo Hua with a half-smile, "What do you think?"
Mo Hua furrowed his eyebrows.
Well... it was really hard to say.
Qian Xing was used to bullying others with his power and was notorious for seeking revenge for the smallest grievances. It was possible he wouldn’t let Mo Hua off easily.
Such debauchees usually have temperaments but no brains.
After some thought, with a twinkle in his eye, Mo Hua whispered, "What if... I end up killing him..."
Zhang Lan coughed and said with a complex expression, "I am a Supervisor of the Taoist Court; isn’t it inappropriate for you to discuss this with me?"
"I’m talking about a ’what if’."
"Even ’what if’ doesn’t work."
Mo Hua sighed, "Uncle Zhang, you’ve changed. When you pointed me to harm Qian Xing back then..."
Zhang Lan quickly covered Mo Hua’s mouth, "I’ve never guided you on that!"
"Fine, let’s say you didn’t."
Zhang Lan really had no way of dealing with Mo Hua and said with a sigh:
"If he really comes to trouble you, just have someone beat him up, as long as it doesn’t kill him. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain to the Qian Family."
Mo Hua nodded and said, "Got it!"
In the following days, Mo Hua started to wait for Qian Xing to show up.
If his guess was right, Qian Xing would surely come looking for him.
And as expected, Qian Xing didn’t disappoint him. One evening, at the foot of a mountain, at a fork in the road, Qian Xing blocked Mo Hua’s way again with a few underlings.
Having not seen him for a long time, Qian Xing had lost much weight.
His complexion was paler, cheekbones more prominent, and temperament had a touch of madness amidst its sullenness.
Although he had changed a lot, the resentment in his eyes remained the same, along with his hatred for Mo Hua.
Without any pointless talk, Qian Xing directly ordered his underlings:
"Attack together, cripple him first!"
This time, for the sake of certainty, he brought five underlings with him.
One at the Qi Refining Ninth Level, four at the Qi Refining Eighth Level, and with him, taking down Mo Hua, who was at the Qi Refining Seventh Level, should have been more than enough.
Furthermore, he picked a secluded location, where there were neither Monster Hunters nor any other Loose Cultivators.
This time, he was set on avenging his past disgrace and making that little bastard Mo Hua kneel before him, begging for mercy.
As soon as Qian Xing’s words fell, the a few Qian Family disciples moved to attack, and the one at the Qi Refining Ninth Level took the lead, lunging directly at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua stood his ground with an expressionless face, neither dodging nor evading, and raised his hand to unleash a Fireball Technique.
The Fireball Technique was dark in color, not large in size, but extraordinarily fast.
The disciple at the Qi Refining Ninth Level didn’t have time to dodge, and by then, he also disdained dodging.
Just a Fireball Technique after all.
As a Body Cultivator with an Earth Spirit Root, he was tough and not afraid of such small Fireball Techniques, at most he’d suffer minor injuries.
And with Young Master Qian watching, it was a good opportunity to showcase his bravery and make a good impression.
So, he took the Fireball Technique head-on with his chest.
The crimson Fireball Technique exploded with a strange vibration.
The hot and twisted Spiritual Power instantly shattered his chest armor, broke open his torso, and even evaporated the blood near his heart vessels.
Intolerable pain swept through him.
The unsuspecting Qian Family disciple at the Qi Refining Ninth Level rolled his eyes back and thumped down onto the ground with a thud.
As quickly as he had charged in, he fell just as fast.
The other advancing Qian Family disciples stopped abruptly, their hearts filled with fear and faces showing disbelief.
This… was this really a Fireball Technique?
Just one Fireball Technique and the man was down?
The noisy foot of the mountain suddenly went dead silent.