Chapter 148: Turbulence (Part 2)_1

“Old Mo... Mo Shan, no, Big Brother Mo!” a Monster Hunter clapped a hand on Mo Shan’s shoulder.

“Tell me, with the friendship between us, if I swallow my pride and ask your son to draw a Formation for me, would he agree?”

Before Mo Shan could reply, another Monster Hunter interjected:

“Your face is big?”

“You’re not young anymore, stop thinking about relying on your looks to earn a living.”

Others laughed and joined in teasing.

“Mo Shan, just tell me, how many Spirit Stones it’ll take to draw this Formation, give me an idea.”

Mo Shan replied with a wry smile, “I’ll have to go back and ask my son; this Formation probably isn’t easy to draw.”

The crowd thought it over and nodded in agreement.

A Formation capable of withstanding the blow of a late first-grade Monster Beast indeed wouldn’t be easy to draw.

Another Monster Hunter whispered to Mo Shan, “Your son, he isn’t betrothed yet, is he?”

Mo Shan nodded his head, “He’s still young.”

“He’s not that young, not that young. These things should be considered early on.”

“What are you getting at?”

The Monster Hunter chuckled, “I have a daughter, she’s quite a looker. How about our families become kin through marriage?”

“Mo Shan, don’t listen to his nonsense. My niece is the real beauty.”

“Big Brother Mo, these matters can’t be rushed. In my opinion, wait a bit longer, until next year... my daughter will be born then...”

“How old is your daughter, you shameless man!”

Mo Shan watched them all talking at once, and smiled helplessly.

Although this Monster Hunting expedition had some twists, it went smoothly overall and didn’t take too much time.

After coming down from the mountain, they sold the Monster Beasts, distributed the Spirit Stones, and each went their own way home.

As dusk fell, streetlights lit up one by one.

Mo Shan walked down the familiar streets and pushed open the gate to the familiar courtyard, returning home.

Liu Ruhua had already prepared the meal; on the table were green vegetables, beef, and steaming rice porridge.

During dinner, Mo Shan asked Mo Hua, “Did you draw a Formation inside the rattan armor?”

“Mhm.” Mo Hua, with a pale bun in one hand and meat stuffed in his mouth, nodded and said:

“I drew the Golden Armor Formation!”

“Golden Armor Formation? Is it a higher grade than the Iron Armor Formation?”

“Yes, its effect is significantly better than the Iron Armor Formation.”

After thinking for a moment, Mo Shan then asked:

“Some of the uncles from your Monster Hunting Team also want to ask for your help drawing this Formation.”

The next day, Mo Hua went to Apricot Forest Hall.

Old Zhao, who was in a coma from serious injuries, was laid in a side room of Apricot Forest Hall.

Old Zhao’s wife was pregnant and couldn’t overexert herself, so she could only find a little time each day to visit her husband.

Elder Yu often came to visit too and would arrange for people to take care of Old Zhao. Despite Zhao’s life being out of danger, he showed no signs of awakening.

When Mo Hua arrived, she found Elder Yu was also there.

The normally stern Elder Yu brightened up upon seeing Mo Hua, “Mo Hua, you’re here.”

“Yes, I came to check on Uncle Zhao.”

Mo Hua approached the sick bed and saw Uncle Zhao still lying pale as paper, which made her worry. She then quietly asked Elder Yu:

“Elder, any findings regarding the Qian Family’s actions?”

Elder Yu hesitated for a moment, then also spoke in a low voice,

“I’ve sent someone to investigate. For the past month or so, people from the Qian Family have been sneaking into Big Black Mountain, acting very suspiciously, and it’s unclear what they are doing.”

Mo Hua frowned, “I also went into the mountain, but I don’t seem to have encountered them.”

“They mostly sneak in under cover of darkness and disappear as soon as they enter the mountain; it’s natural that you didn’t encounter them. Not only you, but other Monster Hunters haven’t noticed them either,” Elder Yu explained.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Uncle Zhao encountered them?”

Elder Yu nodded, “He went up the mountain in the evening and may have run into the Qian Family’s people. It’s also possible he knew what they were doing, so the Qian Family wanted to silence him...”

Silence him!

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.

What exactly was the Qian Family doing in Big Black Mountain that they would kill to keep it a secret?

At that moment, Old Mr. Feng walked in, and Elder Yu and Mo Hua stopped chatting.

Old Mr. Feng was holding a tray, on which were Pills, acupuncture needles, and a small stove emitting steam.

“Grandpa Feng, what are you going to do?” asked Mo Hua.

“I’m going to use acupuncture to open up the meridians and stimulate the efficacy of the medicine. He should be able to wake up after that.”

“Oh, okay.” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, watching curiously.

Old Mr. Feng used the stove to extract the medicinal properties, then used the Golden Needle to infuse the medicine, and pierced Uncle Zhao’s acupoints.

Uncle Zhao’s skin gradually flushed, blood oozed out from his congestion, and the chaotic spiritual power within his body steadied. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Everyone was overjoyed.

Elder Yu’s expression eased slightly, and just as he was about to comfort him to “rest well,” his arm was suddenly gripped tightly by Old Zhao.

Old Zhao’s breath was unstable, and he couldn’t speak.

But he still clung to Elder Yu, his teeth clenched, using all his strength to finally get the words out:

“Big Black Mountain... has Spiritual mines!”

Upon hearing this, Elder Yu’s pupils shook.