Chapter 152 - 152 Mediation (First Update)_1

Chapter 152 Mediation (First Update)_1

After the battle ended, Monster Hunters were clearing the battlefield.

Injured Monster Hunters would receive treatment.

The Cultivators from the Qian Family would be stripped of their storage bags and spiritual artifacts, then thrown outside; whether they lived or died would depend on whether the Qian Family was willing to rescue them.

In addition, all of the seized spoils of war had to be submitted, categorized uniformly, and then distributed according to the merit and needs of the Cultivators.

Inside the mine, Elder Yu found a large rock to sit on.

Monster Hunters came up one after another, handing over the captured storage bags to Elder Yu.

Mo Hua, with his arms full of storage bags, walked up to Elder Yu, ready to hand them over.

Elder Yu was taken aback, “What are you doing?”

“Handing them over,” Mo Hua replied.

Elder Yu gave him a slight glare, “Kid, what are you joining the commotion for? Keep them and have fun yourself.”

“Oh,” Mo Hua sat down to the side.

After a while, Elder Yu still couldn’t resist his curiosity and asked:

“Where did you get all these storage bags from?”

Mo Hua replied somewhat bashfully, “I picked them up down the mountain.”

“Picked them up?”

“Yeah,” Mo Hua explained, “If a Cultivator from the Qian Family escaped and was alone, I’d take them down and then take their storage bag.”

Elder Yu stared, thinking to himself what on earth you’re talking about.

Even if a Cultivator from the Qian Family was alone, they were bonafide late-stage Qi Refinement Cultivators. How could you, a child in your teens, take them down?

And you speak of it so lightly, as if it’s as simple as eating candied hawthorn...

Elder Yu frowned and then asked, “Have you learned any spells?”

“Yeah, I learned the Fireball Technique,” Mo Hua said.

“Oh,” replied Elder Yu, nodding his head as if that made more sense.

But then his brow furrowed again.

That’s not right, the Fireball Technique isn’t that effective in taking down an enemy.

Casting a spell requires condensing Qi. If it isn’t practiced well, there’s still the question of whether you can hit someone or not...

Elder Yu wanted to ask more, but other Monster Hunters had come up to submit their storage bags, so he never got the chance to ask.

“Elder Yu, am I really not supposed to submit these?” Mo Hua asked stealthily.

“The ones you picked up outside the mines count as your own skill. Besides, we’re not so desperate as to take a child’s belongings,” Elder Yu replied.

“Thank you, Elder Yu!” Mo Hua gratefully accepted.

Afterwards, when the mine was well-organized, Elder Yu assigned people to guard it, and then allowed the injured Monster Hunters to return for recuperation.

Mo Shan also went back, but he hadn’t been injured. Wearing rattan armor embellished with the Golden Armor Formation, not even the monster beasts could tear through it, let alone the swords and knives of the ordinary Qi Refinement Cultivators.

He was to escort Mo Hua back home since Mo Hua was now considered “loaded.”

Mo Hua personally poured him wine, looking at him eagerly.

Zhang Lan, having no choice, said, “Out with it, what do you want to know?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, “What were Elder Yu and your Court Leader talking about this morning?”

Zhang Lan coughed softly, lowering his voice:

“You know about the spiritual mines, right?”

Mo Hua nodded.

Though it was expected, Zhang Lan was still somewhat surprised, “How much do you know?”

“I know what I need to,” Mo Hua replied, “The day the spiritual mines were seized, I was there too.”

And he had picked up a dozen storage bags...

Of course, Mo Hua didn’t say this out loud.

Zhang Lan was a cultivator of the Daoist Court after all, with his own stance, and Mo Hua couldn’t make it difficult for him.

Mo Hua was very “considerate” in thinking of Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan sighed, “You really have some nerve.”

To dare to get involved in a cultivator melee...

Zhang Lan said, “Since you already know, I’ll get straight to the point. With such a big incident, both sides have casualties. The Court Leader certainly wants to calm things down, and the Qian Family agrees, but their condition is for you to hand over the spiritual mines so they won’t pursue the matter further...”

Mo Hua snorted, “They wish!”

“That’s what your Elder Yu said too,” spoke Zhang Lan.

Naturally, as he said this, he also mixed in a lot of foul language. Some of the language was so crude that Zhang Lan had never even heard of it.

Zhang Lan had seen many Foundation Building cultivators, and although Elder Yu was not the highest in cultivation, he certainly was the fiercest when it came to swearing.

“What will happen next?” Mo Hua asked.

Zhang Lan sighed, “Not much can be done now. At this point, the Daoist Court can no longer intervene.”

“Ah?”

Mo Hua looked puzzled.

Does that mean the Daoist Court is really that powerless?

Zhang Lan explained helplessly, “The Daoist Court only has so many cultivators. They can maintain the Taoist Law and catch a couple of sin cultivators, but they can’t manage conflicts between two major forces.”

Zhang Lan added, “At least the Daoist Court in Tongxian City can’t handle it. They can only mediate, asking everyone to follow the usual rules.”

Mo Hua asked, “What are the ‘usual’ rules?”

Zhang Lan’s expression grew more serious as he spoke softly:

“It means taking Nameless Peak as the boundary. Outside Nameless Peak, you cannot kill without reason; but on Nameless Peak, you fight whoever you need to fight, kill whoever you need to kill, until both sides have had enough...”

“No one other than yourselves will know about the deaths there, the Daoist Court will turn a blind eye, and it won’t be reported up to the Court.”

Violent and barbaric.

Hearing this, Mo Hua’s gaze also became sharp.

That is to say, the real battle would only begin from now on...