303 Leader Yang_1
Zhang Lan had resolved not to allow Mo Hua into the mountain, but now that something had come up, he still needed Mo Hua’s help, so he felt somewhat embarrassed.
But Mo Hua was indifferent, the matters Zhang Lan asked for his assistance with, must be related to the eradication of Black Mountain Stronghold.
As long as he could wipe out Black Mountain Stronghold and slaughter all the evil cultivators inside, he was very willing to help.
Zhang Lan led Mo Hua into the Inner Mountain and came to a desolate peak.
The area around the peak was pockmarked, bearing numerous traces of confrontations between cultivators, though these marks were old, and there were still a few opened mine tunnels on the mountain.
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.
This peak was actually Nameless Peak.
It was the same one they had contested with the Qian Family over for the small spiritual mine.
The traces of battle surrounding it were left from when Monster Hunters fought with the Qian Family’s cultivators; of course, most of them were from his Earth Fire Formation.
He hadn’t expected that Taoist Soldiers would quietly station here.
Zhang Lan and Mo Hua arrived at the foot of the mountain, and within Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, he could already make out the vague figures in the tunnels of the peak.
The aura of these cultivators was calm and disciplined, they must be the Taoist Soldiers dispatched by the Taoist Court.
Suddenly, Mo Hua’s expression tightened, someone had detected his Divine Sense!
And it was a Foundation Building Cultivator!
At the same time, at a cave entrance halfway up the mountain, a tall, sturdy cultivator with square features and a stern look suddenly appeared.
His expression was solemn, his Divine Sense expanded, and his gaze was fierce with a hint of killing intent.
When he spotted Zhang Lan and Mo Hua at the foot of the mountain, his expression eased slightly, he nodded at Zhang Lan, then turned and entered the cave.
“Established Foundation and still putting on airs…”
Zhang Lan muttered disdainfully under his breath.
Zhang Lan’s voice was very soft, but Mo Hua still heard it and couldn’t help but ask:
“Uncle Zhang, do you know each other?”
“Sort of.” Zhang Lan didn’t want to elaborate and said to Mo Hua, “Let’s go up.”
Mo Hua nodded.
In the bushes and rocks near the mine, there were many Taoist Soldiers wearing standard-issue armor and holding long spears, all on alert.
Mo Hua had already seen these Taoist Soldiers with his Divine Sense, so he wasn’t surprised.
Zhang Lan was even more relaxed, as if he was a regular visitor here.
The soldiers also seemed to know Zhang Lan, saluting him one after another: “Court Leader Zhang!”
A Taoist Soldier stepped forward and led Zhang Lan and Mo Hua into a stone chamber inside the mine.
The stone chamber was spacious, suitable for accommodation and for discussion.
Mo Hua remembered that when they were contesting the spiritual mine with the Qian Family, Elder Yu had stayed in this very chamber, and next to it was a smaller one.
Back then, he had lived in the neighboring cozy little chamber, eating beef every day and drawing Formation Patterns.
But now, this place had been turned into a temporary camp for the Taoist Soldiers.
The layout of this large chamber hadn’t changed, but the furnishings were completely different.
There was a suit of gleaming silver armor and a red-tasseled spear surrounding the periphery, with a large table in the center, a sand table on it and a map on the sand table.
The sand table, on the other hand, resembled the Black Mountain Stronghold.
And standing in front of the sand table was the same imposing, stern Foundation Building Leader.
When the Foundation Building Leader saw Zhang Lan, he nodded as a greeting, then frowned and said,
“Didn’t I ask you to bring a Formation Master? Where is the person?”
Zhang Lan pushed Mo Hua, who was behind him, forward, “Here.”
The Foundation Building Leader paused for a moment, then with his beard blown up, his eyes widened angrily,
“Zhang Lan! Damn it, I’m not smacking you because I’m now at Foundation Building, and beating you would be unsporting. If you keep messing with me, I won’t put up with it anymore!”
Zhang Lan snorted confidently, “You don’t recognize Mount Tai when you see it, open your eyes wide and look—this kid is a bona fide Formation Master. He’s usually very busy, if it weren’t for my face, you might not have been able to invite him at all!”
“Bullshit!”
Leader Yang scolded Zhang Lan, “How much could such a young kid know about formations? You think I know nothing about formation methods?”
Zhang Lan remained unfazed and replied, “Then I’ll just write a letter to my mother, telling her you accused her of ‘spouting nonsense,’ and see if she won’t skin you…”
The eyes of the Foundation Building Cultivator twitched, and he hurriedly said:
“Nonsense, I was scolding you, don’t try to twist my words!”
“What’s the difference between scolding me and scolding my mother?” Zhang Lan argued righteously.
“The difference is huge, at your age, can’t you be more shameless?”