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Chapter 165: Who is it? (Third Watch)
Chapter 165: Who is it? (Third Watch)
After being ambushed, Mo Shan became extremely vigilant.
He vaguely guessed that among the mercenaries hired by the Qian family, there was one who was adept at stealth and was responsible for the surprise attacks. Hence, Mo Shan became more cautious in his moves, trying not to leave any openings for his enemy to exploit.
At the same time, he kept a close eye on the battlefield, hoping to find some trace of this stealthy cultivator.
Although Mo Shan was sharp-eyed, his spiritual sense was not strong enough to see through concealment arts.
Just then, he caught sight of a fireball!
With just one glance, he recognized it as the fireball technique used by his son, Mo Hua.
And as the fireball flew out, it exploded out of a previously empty gap, revealing a short, black-robed cultivator.
"Mo Hua's spiritual sense must have perceived the presence of this stealthy cultivator!"
Mo Shan's spirit lifted, and while he continued to battle the Qian family's cultivator, he kept an eye on the fireballs.
Sure enough, each time a fireball flew by, the black-robed cultivator's ambush was interrupted, and he would briefly appear.
Mo Shan silently watched, biding his time for the black-robed cultivator to reveal a flaw in his technique.
Just then, the black-robed cultivator's mental state suddenly became unstable, his spiritual power disordered, and his figure was exposed.
Mo Shan seized the opportunity, grabbing the cultivator by the shoulder and slamming him hard onto the ground.
The black-robed cultivator was skilled in stealth and ambushes, and his attacks were insidious, but his physical body was not exceptionally strong. After this fall, his bones fractured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart filling with dread.
For a cultivator practicing concealment arts, once their tracks were exposed, it meant that disaster was imminent!
Especially on a chaotic battlefield like this.
The black-robed cultivator endured the pain and channeled his spiritual power, attempting to use his concealment art again.
Yu Chengyi, who was nearby, took the chance to stride forward and delivered a fierce kick to the cultivator's abdomen.
The black-robed cultivator felt his internal organs shift, his body curling up as he was kicked far away, landing right in the middle of a group of demon hunters.
The demon hunters, already seething with anger, pounced on the cultivator with their blades.
By the time the Qian family's cultivators rushed over and struggled to rescue the black-robed cultivator, he was already covered in knife wounds and barely clinging to life.
Elder Yu felt a sense of satisfaction and laughed heartily.
Now that the stealth cultivator was out of the picture, the Qian family would slowly be worn down.
Elder Yu glanced at Mo Hua again.
He thought to himself that this child, Mo Hua, had mastered the fireball technique to perfection. It was fast and accurate, and who knew, perhaps in the future, he would indeed become an extraordinary spiritual cultivator.
He was still young, low in realm, and his spiritual power was not strong, so for now, this fireball technique could only be considered tricky and unorthodox, useful for disrupting the battle.
But in the future, when his cultivation improved and the fireball's power increased, if it suddenly struck at someone's heart meridian or dantian...
The opponent wouldn't even know where it came from.
Elder Yu put himself in their shoes and felt a headache just thinking about it.
At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was furious.
It was that fireball technique again! He had been enjoying the show, watching the black-robed cultivator toy with the demon hunters and seeing them fall one by one, imagining the frustrated and helpless expression on Elder Yu Changlin's face.
In the blink of an eye, the frustrated and helpless one was him!
Qian Zhongxuan's eyes turned cold, and he abruptly released his spiritual sense, determined to find out who was using the fireball technique.
Just as his spiritual sense was about to sweep over Mo Hua, Elder Yu suddenly appeared, blocking Mo Hua from view.
Qian Zhongxuan felt his spiritual sense obstructed and focused his gaze, only to see Elder Yu's familiar old face once more.
Elder Yu looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. Qian Zhongxuan had a bad feeling, and despite his anger, he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Retreat!"
Qian Zhongxuan's order to retreat was becoming a familiar refrain.
Seeing that Qian Zhongxuan was leaving and no longer using his spiritual sense to spy on them, Elder Yu finally picked up Mo Hua, leaped into the air, and entered the mine.
"From now on, you must be extra cautious. Never take unnecessary risks, and refrain from taking action unless absolutely necessary."
"Yup!" Mo Hua nodded his little head. "Either don't take action, or take their lives when I do!"
Mo Hua spoke in a childish voice, but his words were ruthless.
Hearing this, Elder Yu couldn't help but chuckle. "Who taught you that?"
"My dad!" Mo Hua replied proudly.
Elder Yu nodded in approval. "Well said! The cultivation world is treacherous. It's either don't take action, or show no mercy when you do. Your father taught you well!"
Mo Hua beamed with pride, feeling honored that his father was praised.
The battle had ended with the black-robed cultivator severely injured, and Qian Zhongxuan ordering a retreat. The Qian family cultivators slinked away, only to be pursued and cut down by the demon hunters, suffering even more casualties.
This time, Qian Zhongxuan had truly exhausted all his options. He had lost all his investments, his men, and any chance of obtaining the spirit mine.
His standing in the family would never recover from this blow.
Qian Zhongxuan was seething with rage. He hated Elder Yu Changlin, cursed the hired cultivators for their carelessness, and blamed his own men for their incompetence.
However, what bothered him the most was the identity of the person aiding the demon hunters. Who was setting up the formations for them, and who was using those peculiar spells?
Which formation master would lower themselves to help these lowly demon hunters with their formations? And which cultivator would use such a low-level but tricky fireball technique?
If it weren't for the formations and the fireball technique, he would have claimed the spirit mine by now.
Qian Zhongxuan racked his brains but couldn't figure it out. He could only take out his anger on Qian Zhuang, berating him relentlessly.
If it weren't for his incompetence, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess! Initially, he had planned to negotiate with the family head to receive a larger share of spirit stones after capturing the spirit mine. But now, even if he were offered double the share, it wouldn't make up for his losses.
Qian Zhongxuan's anger only grew as he thought about it.
Qian Zhuang asked in a soft voice, "Elder, what should we do now?"
He wanted to divert Qian Zhongxuan's attention so that he wouldn't be consumed by his anger any longer.
Qian Zhongxuan frowned, still undecided, when cries of pain reached them from outside the camp.
It was the injured Qian family cultivators and the mercenaries they had hired.
Qian Zhongxuan sighed and waved his sleeve in resignation. "Save them first."
Outside the camp, the injured cultivators lay scattered across the ground, their cries filling the air.
The black-robed cultivator was also among them, receiving treatment.
The Qian family's alchemist fed him healing pills, applied medicinal herbs to his wounds, and slowly purged the remaining foreign spiritual energy from his body. They also took the opportunity to trim his hair, which had been singed by the fireball technique.
The black-robed cultivator's condition gradually stabilized, and after a long while, he slowly regained consciousness.
The pain in his body left his mind blank, but soon, he began to recall the events of the day.
A jumble of memories flashed through his mind—the faces of many cultivators, the one who had thrown him to the ground, the one who had kicked him, and the ones who had slashed at him with their blades.
And of course, there was also the cultivator who had used the fireball technique! A surge of anger filled the black-robed cultivator as he thought of it.
He had lived in the second-rate Black Mountain State for over a hundred years, always sailing smoothly and rarely encountering setbacks. Yet today, he had been ambushed by someone using a lowly fireball technique, and his plans had been ruined.
That basic fireball technique, with the power of a mere mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator! To be ambushed by a fireball technique!
A hundred-year-old cultivator, ambushed by a fireball technique!
It was the ultimate humiliation!
As anger filled his heart, the black-robed cultivator was also gripped by confusion.
How had he been ambushed? How had his concealment art been seen through? Who was the one using the fireball technique, and how had they managed to hit him with such precision every time?
No matter how the black-robed cultivator thought about it, he couldn't understand, and the frustration built up in his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared in fury towards the sky, "Who the hell was using that fireball technique?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his anger caused his wounds to split open again, and he fainted once more.
(End of Chapter)
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