Chapter 110: Delivery (Fourth Update)_1

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Delivery (Fourth Update)_1

The Little Demon Cat accompanied Mo Hua in practicing his movement technique. Mo Hua had saved its life, so they were even.

Now that Mo Hua had made some progress in his movement technique, he was preparing to seek out Bai Zisheng for another sparring match when he suddenly saw a few Monster Hunters wearing rattan armor on the street, which made his heart skip a beat.

Rattan Armor?

A chill went through Mo Hua’s heart.

It’s over, I forgot!

The Iron Armor Formation that he had promised to draw for Elder Yu wasn’t finished yet...

Previously, he would take some time every day to draw a few, estimating he would finish within a month. But ever since Zhang Lan taught him the Water Passing Step, he had devoted all his thoughts to this movement technique.

First, he practiced dodging wild fruits falling from trees, then sparred with Bai Zisheng, and also found a Little Demon Cat to practice moves on.

Now, more than a month had passed, and while his Water Passing Step had become proficient, he had only completed a little over thirty Iron Armor Formations...

Mo Hua hurried back home, took out the rattan armor, ground open the Spiritual Ink, and began drawing fervently.

In the following days, Mo Hua locked himself in his room and focused on drawing the Iron Armor Formation.

As sunlight streamed through the window into the room, Mo Hua would lie on the small desk, meticulously drawing the Iron Armor Formation on the rattan armor, one stroke at a time.

Mo Hua was serious in his drawing, yet his brush moved swiftly. With each decisive movement of his wrist, lines of Formation Patterns would leap onto the rattan armor, echoing and combining with one another to form a mysterious Formation.

When his Divine Sense was exhausted, Mo Hua would use Meditation Technique to recover it.

Once replenished with Divine Sense, he would continue drawing.

Five days later, he finally completed all one hundred Iron Armor Formations.

Mo Hua handed over the rattan armor with the completed Iron Armor Formations to his father, Mo Shan, asking him to deliver them to Elder Yu on his behalf.

Mo Hua had no personal relationship with Elder Yu and didn’t know how to find the old man himself. Besides, as the Monster Hunting Guild’s only Foundation Building Cultivator, Elder Yu was always busy with affairs, making him difficult to meet.

What was originally estimated to be a month’s work took a little over half a month more, and hopefully Elder Yu wouldn’t take offense...

Mo Hua thought to himself.

When Mo Shan went to visit Elder Yu, he found him discussing matters in his study and didn’t want to disturb him, so he handed the Storage Bag to Elder Yu’s eldest son and asked him to turn it in on his behalf.

Elder Yu’s eldest son, named Yu Chengyi, was at the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement and stood out as one of the best Monster Hunters in Tongxian City. His cultivation was second only to that of his Foundation Establishment Stage father, and he was quite authoritative among the Monster Hunters.

But the only person Yu Chengyi truly feared was his father.

Yu Chengyi kept the Storage Bag safely, and when he went to find Elder Yu, the elder was still discussing issues with a few aged Monster Hunters, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood:

“Why doesn’t that old bastard from the Qian Family get struck by lightning, always so gloomy and scheming against me? If I’m about to die one day, I swear I’ll take him down with me. Even in death, I want him as my cushion!”

“That Family Head Qian Hong is a coward. He never does anything good, just full of scheming, just like his wretched old man...”

“Those vicious beasts, thinking of ways to oppress us every day, skimming Spirit Stones here, withholding a few Spiritual Artifacts there, damn them all...”

“If this keeps up, no one will be able to live properly; let’s see how much better the Qian Family will fare...”

Yu Chengyi nodded, then couldn’t resist asking, “Then Dad, who is the Formation Master you asked to draw these formations?”

“He’s still young, I’m not sure if he counts as a Formation Master.”

Elder Yu remembered Mo Hua’s obedient and adorable appearance, and his mood brightened even more. “It’s Mo Shan’s son, named Mo Hua.”

“Mo Hua...” Yu Chengyi nodded. He had also heard from some familiar Monster Hunters that Mo Shan had a son who showed great talent in the art of formations.

However, he still had one more question:

“How many Spirit Stones did you give him for each set?”

Elder Yu, having seen much in his life, couldn’t help but blush slightly, “Ahem....just three...”

Yu Chengyi timidly said, “Dad, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to do this...”

Elder Yu immediately frowned, “How is it inappropriate? Lower-level Loose Cultivators should help each other. I think the child Mo Hua is quite good, more aware than you are.”

Yu Chengyi remained silent.

Elder Yu thought for a moment and sighed, “You’re right, no matter what, I did take advantage of him. If his family ever needs help, I’ll just lend a hand.”

Yu Chengyi was inwardly shocked. To make his unshamefaced father owe a favor was rare; he had scarcely seen it happen throughout his life.

“The Iron Armor Formation is not simple, can Mo Hua really draw it...” Yu Chengyi pondered before asking again.

“Why wouldn’t he be able to, here it is,”

Elder Yu patted the rattan armor in his hand. On the armor, a set of light golden formation patterns was meticulously and elegantly inscribed, complex and graceful, with a subtle mystical aura flowing through them.

Yu Chengyi’s eyes also shone, “Dad, I have to say, these formation patterns are excellently drawn!”

“Of course! I found him myself!” Elder Yu said with pride.

“How many sets did you ask him to draw?”

“One hundred sets.”

“One hundred sets?” Yu Chengyi gasped in surprise, “That many! Are they all done?”

“How could it be possible? He’s just a kid; he couldn’t draw that fast.”

Elder Yu hadn’t expected Mo Hua to finish them all at once; getting most of them done would suffice, considering Mo Hua was still young with low cultivation, probably not enough divine sense to draw so many formations.

Having about seventy to eighty sets would be enough for the time being.

“There are only...”

Elder Yu’s expression was leisurely as he swept through with his divine sense, roughly counting: “Thirty... fifty... eighty...”

There’s more?

Elder Yu’s face stiffened as he counted again, “Forty... seventy... ninety... one hundred!”

One hundred?!

Elder Yu took a cold breath in disbelief, “Finished?!”