Chapter 384: Suppression
Chapter 384: Suppression
Sun Ze let out a frivolous laugh, "Kid, you're quite bold. Let me advise you, it's best not to meddle in other people's business."
Mo Hua remained calm and said, "By drawing array formations for these unaffiliated cultivators, am I also interfering with your Sun family's affairs?"
Sun Ze scoffed and looked up, addressing both Mo Hua and the spiritual farmers of Thousand Lantern Town, "This town is the territory of my Sun family. Without our permission, no one is allowed to draw array formations for these unaffiliated cultivators!"
Sun Ze then gave Mo Hua a cold glance, "We of the Sun family have kindly hosted you, yet you are ungrateful and push your luck."
"You drawing an array formation for them is one thing, and we can turn a blind eye to that. But you are taking it too far by meddling further."
"A single array formation costs ten spirit stones. You've drawn so many for them, causing our Sun family to lose out on hundreds of spirit stones. How should we settle this debt?"
Mo Hua glanced at the array patterns on the field, "The cost of creating an array formation is less than one spirit stone. Your Sun family charges ten? That's outrageous!"
"You know nothing!" Sun Ze retorted arrogantly. "This is the work of an array master!"
"An array master is someone of high status. These people are not worthy of such a privilege!"
"Our Sun family is doing them a favor by offering to draw array formations for them. Charging only ten spirit stones is already an act of benevolence. They should be grateful!"
Mo Hua looked at Sun Ze with a hint of disdain, "And you consider yourselves worthy of the title of array masters?"
Sun Ze was taken aback, his expression turning gloomy as his gaze turned sharp.
Mo Hua's words had struck a nerve.
He could only create four array patterns, and technically speaking, he wasn't even a true array master.
Although he was lazy when it came to studying and creating array formations, and his skills were lacking, he wouldn't tolerate others mocking him for not being an array master.
Especially when the criticism came from a young cultivator who was barely a teenager.
Sun Ze's expression shifted, but after a moment, he made up his mind and smiled sinisterly, "Kid, you've got guts. But you're young and inexperienced, unaware of the dangers of the cultivation world and the deceitfulness of people."
"Today, I'll be doing you a favor by teaching you a lesson in manners and how to behave!"
Sun Ze's gaze turned cold as he signaled to a few fellow Sun family cultivators standing nearby.
The tall and burly Sun family cultivators began to make their way towards Mo Hua.
However, they were stopped halfway by a sturdy-looking man.
The man, Ding Dacuan, said, "Sun Ze, if you have any issues, take it up with us. Don't make things difficult for the young master."
Ding Dacuan secretly signaled to Mo Hua, urging him to leave.
But Mo Hua ignored the cue.
Sun Ze scoffed, "Ding Dacuan, mind your own business."
Ding Dacuan stood his ground, "Sun Ze, don't think you can bully us."
The other spiritual farmers gathered around, trying to stop the Sun family cultivators.
Sun Ze's eyebrows shot up, "Are you revolting?"
"Your Sun family is going too far!"
"Yes, it's fine if you bully us, but the young master is kindly helping us with array formations, and you still won't allow it?"
"Your actions will bring retribution upon yourselves."
...
The spiritual farmers murmured in agreement.
Sun Ze clicked his tongue, "You bunch of worthless bones, you won't learn without a beating!"
The Sun family cultivators didn't hold back and immediately resorted to violence.
The spiritual farmers, who only tended to their farms and had little knowledge of martial arts, especially the elderly among them, were no match for the Sun family cultivators.
Only Ding Dacuan could hold his ground for a while, but he, too, was soon knocked to the ground.
Ding Dacuan's heart was bitter, and he could only shout anxiously, "Young master, run!"
Mo Hua's act of drawing array formations for them was already a huge favor, and they didn't want him to get entangled in their conflict with the Sun family.
However, Mo Hua stood his ground, his expression calm as he observed Sun Ze, deep in thought.
A few Sun family cultivators pushed through the crowd and approached Mo Hua, standing just over ten feet away from him.
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened, and as he was about to raise his hand, he paused, startled by something.
He noticed that the little boy, Miao'er, who had been following him, had also positioned himself in front, stretching out his tiny arms as if to protect Mo Hua.
Whether it was because Mo Hua had drawn an array formation for his grandfather, or because he had given him chicken meat and pastries, Miao'er's loyalty was unwavering despite his trembling legs.
"What a brave child..."
Mo Hua smiled faintly, a silent appreciation in his heart.
The leading Sun family cultivator, seeing the trembling but defiant Miao'er, sneered and reached out to grab him.
But in an instant, his hand grasped nothing but air.
Mo Hua had already pulled Miao'er back, retreating a few steps gracefully.
The Sun family cultivator was taken aback.
Mo Hua placed Miao'er on the ground, patted his head gently, and then turned to face the arrogant Sun family cultivators. His voice was mild, but his eyes held a chilling glint, "It's been a while since I last took action, so my skills might be a bit rusty, and I might not be able to control my strength properly. Please bear with me."
Mo Hua remained calm, his gaze steady as he lifted his hand.
In an instant, a deep red fireball took form, emitting a faint sizzling sound.
With a slight stir of Mo Hua's spiritual sense, the fireball whistled through the air, moving at incredible speed and leaving a dull trail of fire in its wake. It struck the burly cultivator's chest with immense force.
The fireball exploded in a dazzling display of flames, shredding the cultivator's clothes and charring his flesh and blood.
The charging cultivator's momentum came to an abrupt halt.
It was as if, mid-stride, he had been hit by a tremendous surge of spiritual power, causing a stifling heat in his chest.
Amidst the spreading flames, the cultivator's eyes rolled back, and his entire body went limp, collapsing to the ground like a deflated balloon.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
Sun Ze's heart trembled with shock.
What the hell was that? Fireball Technique?!
Several Sun family cultivators broke out in cold sweats, their faces paling as they turned to glance at Sun Ze, silently seeking his instructions.
Sun Ze quickly regained his composure and shouted, "It's the Fireball Technique! He's a Spirit Cultivator!"
"Charge him together! Get close and stop him from casting his spells!"
The Sun family cultivators nodded and spread out in multiple directions, surrounding Mo Hua from all sides. They rushed forward in unison, determined to prevent him from casting any more spells.
Mo Hua stood his ground, his expression unchanging as he lifted his hand once more. Fireball after fireball shot forth.
The deep red fireballs never missed their mark.
Each fireball found its target, striking a Sun family cultivator and inflicting severe injuries.
The fireballs, compressed and condensed by Mo Hua's Foundation Establishment spiritual sense, were not to be underestimated, even if they were only first-grade Refinement Techniques.
The fireballs whistled through the air, exploding in dazzling bursts of flame.
One by one, the Sun family cultivators fell to the ground.
In the end, only two cultivators managed to reach Mo Hua's front.
Elation filled their hearts as they prepared to strike, but before they could make a move, their vision blurred, and Mo Hua vanished from sight.
When they spotted him again, he had already put several dozen feet of distance between them.
What was this?
A body art?
The two cultivators stood frozen, their eyes vacant.
Yet, they dared not continue their pursuit.
That distance of several dozen feet was more than enough for Mo Hua to cast several fireballs.
It was also more than enough to knock them down several times over.
But they dared not flee, as that would expose their backs to Mo Hua.
For a moment, the two cultivators were at a loss.
However, Mo Hua showed them no mercy. With a slight lift of his small hand, two fireballs shot forth, sending them crashing to the ground.
Mo Hua still felt uneasy, so he struck each of them once more for good measure.
In the blink of an eye, only Sun Ze was left standing in the spirit field.
Sun Ze stood alone amidst the fallen bodies of his fellow Sun family cultivators, a sense of absurd fear creeping into his heart.
What was happening?
How could a mere seventh-layer Refinement cultivator take down so many of their Sun family cultivators?
What was this fireball technique?
It was fast, accurate, and packed a tremendous punch. Could it truly be a spell that humans could wield?
Sun Ze found the entire situation utterly preposterous.
Suddenly, Sun Ze snapped back to his senses. He realized that Mo Hua was looking at him, his eyes sparkling with a clarity that Sun Ze found indescribably unsettling.
Once, he had thought that gaze to be naive, but now, it filled him with dread.
Sun Ze turned and bolted, but after only a few steps, he abruptly changed direction and rushed towards Ding Miao'er, whose mouth hung agape in shock at the display of the fireball technique.
Sun Ze had come to a realization—there was no escape.
At this point, he might as well take a desperate gamble.
This little brat seemed to have some connection with Mo Hua, and he could use him as a hostage. It would give him leverage and also facilitate his escape.
However, every move Sun Ze made was clearly visible to Mo Hua through his spiritual sense.
Even the slightest shift in his gaze or intention did not escape Mo Hua's perception.
Before Sun Ze could reach Miao'er, Mo Hua's hand moved, reaching out and grabbing at thin air.
Out of nowhere, pale blue water-attributed spiritual power materialized, swiftly coalescing into chains of water that bound Sun Ze tightly.
Sun Ze struggled desperately, like a fish that had leaped into a net, only to find itself ensnared.
By the time he managed to break free from the Water Prison Technique, he caught a glimpse of a fireball out of the corner of his eye, speeding directly towards him.
Sun Ze could only cross his arms in front of his face, trying to shield himself from the impact. Then, he heard a loud boom, and his world spun as he lost consciousness.
Just before he blacked out, he mumbled in a daze,
"So this is what it feels like to be hit by a fireball..."
"It fcking hurts..."
...
When Sun Ze opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a pale, delicate face that filled him with lingering fear.
Mo Hua stood over him, holding the Thousand Jun Rod, and asked in a crisp voice, "I heard you wanted to teach me a lesson?"
(End of Chapter)
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