Chapter 84 - 84 Confrontation_1

Chapter 84 Confrontation_1

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“Is this... a spell?” a refinery apprentice stuttered.

Dazhu shook his head, he was also unclear about what had actually happened.

All he had seen was Mo Hua splashing Spiritual Ink on Qian Xing, who winced in pain and tried to grab Mo Hua. Mo Hua then kicked Qian Xing in return, but it was Mo Hua who was sent flying backward. Soon after, Qian Xing... exploded.

“Right, Mo Hua!”

The explosion had been so loud just now, it was unknown whether Mo Hua had sustained any injuries. Unlike body cultivators, it would be dangerous if Mo Hua had been caught in the blast.

Dazhu and the others hurried towards Mo Hua but, halfway there, they found that Mo Hua had already stood up on his own, even casually patting his bottom. Seeing Dazhu and the others, Mo Hua looked worried and asked,

“Brother Dazhu, are you all okay...”

The crowd: “...”

“Mo Hua, are you hurt?” Dazhu asked.

“Hmm, I’m fine, just got some scrapes, and my neck is a bit sore,” Mo Hua said, touching his neck where he still had some bruises from Qian Xing’s chokehold earlier.

What about Qian Xing?

It took Mo Hua a while to find Qian Xing, who was blackened and covered in blood, his fate unknown.

The power of the Earth Fire Formation turned out to be stronger than Mo Hua had expected. It hadn’t been noticeable when blowing up trees, but the effects on a person were quite obvious.

“Mo Hua, what exactly happened here...” Dazhu asked quietly.

Before Mo Hua could answer, a middle-aged cultivator arrived in a blink of an eye next to Qian Xing. With furrowed brows, after checking Qian Xing’s breath, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The middle-aged cultivator took out a few pills and shoved them into Qian Xing’s mouth, then swept his gaze around like a hawk, his voice cold as he asked, “Who did this?”

His voice, filled with Spiritual Power, buzzed in Mo Hua’s ears.

A Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator!

Mo Hua’s scalp tingled. He was about to step forward when Dazhu pulled him back and whispered, “Let the Qi Refining Ninth Level handle it. We don’t need to get involved.”

Sure enough, a burly man with a wolf pelt around his waist stepped out from the crowd and called out loudly, “Kids just messing around, Qian Zhongli, why are you making such a fuss because of your age?”

The middle-aged cultivator known as Qian Zhongli snorted coldly, “Is that how your kid plays games?”

The burly man laughed heartily, “If he had that kind of ability, I’d let him do whatever he wanted!”

“What now? Nothing to say, right?” the big man asked with a sneer.

Qian Zhongli frowned, “Regardless, I need an explanation.”

The big man’s temper flared, “Fuck your explanation, looking for trouble, are you? Then let’s talk with our cultivation, let’s see if I can beat you into crying for your parents or if you end up crawling on the ground, searching for your teeth!”

The big man drew out a bloodthirsty Wolf Fang Club, its tips stained with dark red blood, emitting a sinister monster Qi. It was obvious that many Monster Beasts had died under it.

Qian Zhongli didn’t want to fight, but now there was no choice but to fight. He drew his sword, with his spiritual power surging all over his body, appearing stronger in cultivation, but facing the big man sneering with the Wolf Fang Club, he had not an ounce of confidence.

Right then, someone called for them to stop, and a cultivator in the robes of the Taoist Court approached, Mo Hua looked carefully – it was actually Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan, usually idle and uncommitted, now in the robes of the Taoist Court, actually held quite a bit of authority.

“This matter will be handled by the Taoist Court,” Zhang Lan said with an air of official business.

“Court Leader Zhang, this matter...” Qian Zhongli began, but Zhang Lan raised his hand to stop him, “I’ve said it, the Taoist Court will handle this. Unrelated people, stand down!”

Qian Zhongli was reluctant to step back, and the big man remained dauntless, resulting in a stalemate between the two.

Zhang Lan’s gaze sharpened as he glanced at the big man wrapped in wolf skin, “We should not escalate this matter,” then he turned to Qian Zhongli, “nor should you bring shame upon your clan.”

Qian Zhongli gritted his teeth and bowed, “I defer to the Supervisor’s judgment!”

The big man also bowed his fists, then glanced at Mo Hua and waved dismissively, “Little brat, what are you staring at? Get lost quickly!”

Mo Hua and the others wisely slipped away.

Dazhu and the rest got into a fight and were more or less injured. Mo Hua led them to seek Mr. Feng for treatment. Qian Zhongli took the seriously injured Qian Xing away, giving not even a glance at the other Qian Family disciples.

Seeing this, the big man chuckled coldly and also sauntered off.

Soon after, several Tribunal Cultivators arrived and, under Zhang Lan’s command, cleaned up the scene.

Zhang Lan had originally been slacking nearby and rushed over after hearing the explosion, arriving to see Qian Zhongli and the big man in a standoff, with no clear idea of what had actually happened.

But being a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, he couldn’t just ignore everything. When it was time to make an appearance, he needed to put on at least a convincing show.

After carefully searching the scene, Zhang Lan looked at the Spiritual Ink on the ground and at the Formation Paper that was almost burnt to ashes, and murmured, “Could it be a Formation?”

Who would use such a Formation?

Formations weren’t something every cultivator could learn, especially not in a small place like Tongxian City.

Zhang Lan recalled the curious little face of Mo Hua that had fleetingly appeared in the crowd.

He had originally thought Mo Hua was just mixed in to watch the excitement, but now a somewhat absurd idea suddenly emerged, making Zhang Lan’s eyelids involuntarily twitch.

“No way, that kid couldn’t be that eerie, right...”