Chapter 79 - 79 Earth Fire Formation_1

Chapter 79 Earth Fire Formation_1

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Mo Hua returned home in the evening and couldn’t fall asleep in bed.

For one thing, he was a bit worried about Da’hu and the other two; for another, he thought that despite being a cultivator, he seemed to have no means of attack or self-defense.

The cultivators in Tongxian City were simple and honest, and having grown up there, he hadn’t encountered any dangers. But the absence of danger didn’t mean that danger would never come.

In the face of real danger, one should have some means of self-protection; it wasn’t an option to just sit and wait for death.

Mo Hua was not a Body Cultivation practitioner; his Blood Qi was weak, so he couldn’t learn the martial arts of Tao Cultivation. That left him with only the option of learning spells. However, Mo Hua’s Spiritual Power wasn’t strong either, and what’s more, as a fourth-level Qi Refinement practitioner with low Cultivation, it was a bit early for him to learn spells...

After much thought, the only choice left was formations...

“Is there any formation that can attack?”

Mo Hua rolled out of bed, fetched Mr. Zhuang’s “Thousand Formation Collection,” and started searching through it:

“The ‘Ice Cone Formation,’ seven Formation Patterns, but I’ve never learned the ice-series patterns, and the Spiritual Ink used for drawing formations is quite rare...”

“The ‘Thunder and Fire Formation’ should be pretty powerful... Nine Formation Patterns, let’s not even consider that...”

“The ‘Wood Prison Formation’ is not meant for attacking...”

“The ‘Fire Breath Formation,’ three Formation Patterns, but it seems a bit weak in power...”

Mo Hua flipped through again and again and finally chose the ‘Earth Fire Formation.’

Seven Formation Patterns, the ink required was inexpensive, the setup was simple, and he was quite familiar with the fire-series Formation Patterns. The formation would self-destruct upon activation, so its power shouldn’t be weak.

Mo Hua was satisfied, and after 1 p.m., he began practicing the ‘Earth Fire Formation’ on the stele in his Sea of Consciousness.

The formation wasn’t difficult, and Mo Hua spent the whole night practicing it several times until he was familiar with it. The next day when he awoke, he used paper to draw it, and after trying a few times, he was successful.

Just as Mo Hua was attempting to activate the formation, he suddenly remembered something:

Once he infused Spiritual Power, would the Earth Fire Formation take effect and explode immediately? Then wouldn’t his house be gone, and given his frail body, he probably wouldn’t die but would be badly injured...

Mo Hua broke out in a cold sweat.

He flipped through the “Thousand Formation Collection” again for notes on the ‘Earth Fire Formation’ and read: Infuse Spiritual Power into the formation, and after three breaths, it explodes, causing fire-series spiritual injuries.

“So that means I infuse Spiritual Power and after three breaths... well, about three seconds, the formation will self-destruct, and the power of the formation’s explosion is similar to the spell power of a fire-series cultivator.”

So this is basically a landmine...

Mo Hua muttered under his breath.

Only the blasted big tree was left standing alone in its place.

The next day, Elder Yu from the Monster Hunting Team came by and, upon seeing the signs of the blasted tree, couldn’t help but rage:

“Go back and check which damn fool from the Monster Hunting Team did this. Having the energy and not going Monster Hunting, but instead blowing up trees here, do they think their cultivation is so remarkable that they have nowhere else to show off?”

The burly men of the Monster Hunting Team all shrank back, not daring to utter a word.

Elder Yu had quite a bad temper and was known for his strictness; they didn’t dare to say even half a word of dissent.

After attending the Monster Hunting festival, Da’hu and his two friends became busy. They were either sparring Martial Dao at home or following senior Monster Hunters into the mountains to learn the experiences of Monster Hunting.

On the evening of the second day of the Monster Hunting festival, Mo Hua could only wander around by himself. Without his friends, even the bustling atmosphere felt somewhat tasteless to him.

Who would have known that on the third day, after Mo Hua had visited Mr. Zhuang and asked his questions, Bai Zisheng grabbed hold of him persistently.

“Take me with you!!”

Bai Zisheng’s handsome eyes stared intently at Mo Hua.

“What...”

“The Monster Hunting festival!” Bai Zisheng said, “I’ve inquired about it. The Monster Hunting festival lasts for three days, and today is the last day. If we don’t go now, we’ll miss it.”

“It only happens once a year.”

“Who can tell what will happen next year? What if Zixi and I have to go somewhere else? Then I might never get to see it... No, you must take me!”

“But... even if I want to take you, that won’t help, Aunt Xue won’t agree.” Mo Hua said.

“I’ve thought it through,” Bai Zisheng’s eyes lit up, “we’ll sneak out without letting Aunt Xue know. At worst, we’ll take a beating when we get back. A man should be able to stand tall under the heavens and not fear punishment; even if it means getting beaten, it will still be worth it!”

“Then think about it, how are you going to keep it a secret from Aunt Xue?”

After thinking for a moment, Bai Zisheng slumped down, looking dejected, “Yeah, there’s no concealing it. From childhood till now, I’ve never once been able to hide anything from her.”

Seeing him downcast like a frostbitten eggplant, Mo Hua sympathized and suggested, “Then why don’t you negotiate with Aunt Xue? Finish your day’s work, and then take a stroll in the streets in the evening?”

“That’s the only option left...” Bai Zisheng nodded.

“Then start working on your tasks now. If you don’t finish them, you won’t even have the right to speak to Aunt Xue.” Mo Hua reminded him.

Suddenly energized, Bai Zisheng flipped open the book on his desk, glanced at it twice, then asked Mo Hua, “If Aunt Xue agrees, how do I find you?”

“Today, at 5 p.m., I’ll wait for you under the big tree on the street. If Aunt Xue agrees, I’ll take you around. If she doesn’t, I can only go by myself.”

“Agreed!” Bai Zisheng perked up.

“Yes, it’s a deal.”