Chapter 235: Chapter 234 Old Acquaintance_1
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This Fireball Technique was executed masterfully and packed a considerable punch, it must have come from the hands of a Spiritual Cultivator.
It’s rare for Monster Hunters to be Spiritual Cultivators, and if there were any among them entering the mountain, they would follow a Monster Hunting Team and wouldn’t act alone.
And a Monster Hunting Team has at least five or six members, sometimes eight or nine, or even more than ten, all with excellent weapons and armor. This group of theirs stood no chance against them.
Once surrounded by Monster Hunters, there would be no escaping.
People in their line of trade always risked their lives, they could not afford to lose them to a moment of avarice.
The leading cultivator felt a surge of panic and immediately made a decision, “Retreat, quickly!”
The seven intruding cultivators frantically retreated.
Upon seeing this, Ji Qingbai and his beleaguered companions all felt a great relief, putting down their weapons and leaning on the storage chests, gasping for air.
Ji Qingbai felt an even stronger sense of gratitude for having survived the ordeal.
This situation had been extremely perilous. The Ji Family only had him and his father left—if they had carelessly lost their lives here, the Ji Family lineage would have ended, which would have truly been an unfortunate event for the family.
With this thought, Ji Qingbai felt grateful and turned towards the mountain peak to bow and said,
“Many thanks. May I know which brother from the Monster Hunting Team it is?”
The others also looked towards the direction from where Ji Qingbai’s voice had come.
The rugged mountain peak rustled with shrubs, revealing Mo Hua’s small figure.
Mo Hua scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said,
“I’m afraid that’s not quite right, Uncle Ji.”
Ji Qingbai and his father addressed each other as brothers, a term which Mo Hua felt he couldn’t possibly live up to.
Ji Qingbai was startled. Why was it a child?
Looking closely, he recognized the child as somewhat familiar.
With features as fine as a painting and a clean, elegant appearance, the child looked like he could be from the Mo Family.
Ji Qingbai had met Mo Hua before and held a deep impression of him.
“Are you... Mo Hua?”
Ji Qingbai asked in disbelief.
“Yes.” Mo Hua nodded.
“How... How did you end up here?” Ji Qingbai nervously glanced around, “Just by yourself? Where’s your father?”
The other three were also looking at each other in bewilderment.
Mo Hua said, “Let’s talk about that later, now is not the time.”
“So, what now...?” Ji Qingbai was a bit dazed.
Old Mr. Feng was a first-class Pill Master, having saved countless lives. Even in Qingxuan City, he had a significant reputation.
Ji Qingbai took two Pills, handing the rest to Ji Li and the young female Cultivator.
The female Cultivator, having the most severe injuries and the most blood loss, became relaxed after taking the Pills and soon passed out, slipping into unconsciousness.
Ji Li stayed by her side, a look of both worry and affection on his face.
Curious, Mo Hua glanced at the female Cultivator, then at Ji Li, and inquired,
“Brother Ji, are you two a couple?”
Ji Li’s face turned beet red instantaneously.
“No... No... not yet.”
“Not yet, so you mean it’s going to happen soon?”
Mo Hua pressed for details, his eyes twinkling with interest, “If you two get married, can I come to the wedding feast?”
He had never attended a wedding feast in his life.
Ji Li blushed even more.
Seeing this, Ji Qingbai chuckled and said, “If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll definitely invite you when the time comes.”
“It’s a deal,” Mo Hua said with a smile.
The atmosphere in the camp lightened a bit.
Ji Qingbai then asked, “By the way, why are you alone in the mountain? It’s dangerous here, where’s your dad?”
“I can manage by myself; my dad has other matters to take care of,” Mo Hua replied.
Ji Qingbai looked at Mo Hua, feeling both shocked and regretful.
At such a young age, he was already at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and not only could he survive alone in the Inner Mountain; he was also very familiar with the terrains and composed in the face of danger.
Likewise, a chip off the old block, Mo Hua had the same talent as his father for Monster Hunting.
The pity was that he had still become a Monster Hunter.
Ji Qingbai noticed the Monster Hunting Token hanging from Mo Hua’s neck and sighed inwardly.
Once one became a Monster Hunter, it became difficult to find time to learn about Formations.
Ji Qingbai still hoped that Mo Hua would pursue the path of a Formation Master, rather than just being a great Monster Hunter.
Among Loose Cultivators, Monster Hunters were a dime a dozen, but Formation Masters were exceedingly rare.
With Mo Hua’s talent, it was truly a waste for him not to study Formation, to not become a Formation Master.
Ji Qingbai felt an immense sense of regret.
Seeing Ji Qingbai seemed preoccupied with something, Mo Hua couldn’t help but ask,
“Uncle Ji, what brings you to Tongxian City?”
Ji Qingbai paused, as if recalling something, and said with a wry smile,
“We couldn’t make ends meet in Qingxuan City, so we thought to come here to find ways to get by.”