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Chapter 81: Qian Xing
Chapter 81: Qian Xing
Zhang Lan couldn't take his eyes off the elegant and graceful Xue Yi.
Mo Hua's gaze towards Zhang Lan became even more disdainful.
Clearing his throat, Zhang Lan straightened himself and addressed Xue Yi with a serious expression, albeit with a hint of flattery, "I am Zhang Lan. May I ask who this fellow daoist is..."
Xue Yi didn't even spare him a glance and directly spoke to Mo Hua, "Mo Hua, we'll wait for you up ahead." She then left with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, leaving Zhang Lan standing there dumbfounded, the hint of flattery still frozen on his face.
Mo Hua's gaze softened with sympathy as he looked at Zhang Lan. He wanted to pat Zhang Lan's shoulder, but being too short, he could only pat his waist instead, "Everyone goes through setbacks, Uncle Zhang. Don't take it to heart..."
The words of comfort fell flat coming from his childish voice, offering little solace.
Zhang Lan was still perplexed, "I'm not bad-looking, my cultivation isn't low, and my manners and demeanor are those of a sect disciple. Why wouldn't she say a word to me?"
Although Mo Hua disliked his self-absorbed attitude, he had to admit that what he said made sense.
"Perhaps Aunt Xue also misheard your name as 'Scum Man', so she's deliberately avoiding you? Why don't you try changing your name?" Mo Hua suggested.
Zhang Lan stared at Mo Hua, speechless.
After some more words of consolation, Zhang Lan finally let go of the earlier incident. After a while, he left with a disappointed expression.
Mo Hua then caught up with Xue Yi and the others, continuing to stroll through the streets. As the hour grew late, they eventually bade each other farewell and returned to their respective homes.
Bai Zisheng returned with his arms full of items, many of which were odd and unusual, and he insisted on sharing them with Mo Hua.
Mo Hua also bought gifts for his parents and Liu Ruhua. For the latter, he purchased a fire-repelling hairpin, one of superior craftsmanship compared to the one he had given her before.
Mo Hua had erased the original array within the hairpin and inscribed a new one with a more intricate array pattern.
Before returning home, he had even sought out Master Chen to dismantle and reassemble the hairpin, ensuring the new array was perfectly inscribed.
For Mo Shan, he gave a jade pendant that he had also dismantled and inscribed with a Cleansing Miasma Array. Once activated, it could, to a certain extent, dispel poisonous or noxious gases in the mountains, albeit within a limited range.
Both Mo Shan and Liu Ruhua were delighted, not just because of the gifts but also because they contained arrays personally inscribed by Mo Hua.
As the clamor of the Demon Hunting Festival faded, peace returned to Tongxian City, and the cultivators resumed their usual lives.
Mo Hua was no exception. He had to improve his cultivation and learn more about arrays.
One day, as Mo Hua was returning home from Master Zhuang's place, he pondered the latter's teachings while contemplating the arrays he still needed to learn. Suddenly, his path was blocked by a group of people.
Looking up, he recognized a slender young master dressed in fine clothing, waving a golden paper fan with a casual air about him.
"Young Master Qian?"
Qian Xing, the youngest son of the Qian family, the most powerful and wealthy clan in Tongxian City. As the son of the family head and a direct descendant, he was the youngest and most doted upon.
Being the youngest, Qian Xing didn't have to worry about inheriting the family business, so he only concerned himself with pleasure and leisure. Mo Hua's only interaction with him had been at Tongxian Gate, where he had helped Qian Xing with his array homework a few times.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Mo Hua asked, sensing that Qian Xing's request might not be a wholesome one.
Qian Xing smiled amicably, "Actually, there is something I'd like to ask of you. It's about that veiled young lady who was with you during the Demon Hunting Festival. Do you know her?"
The veiled young lady—was he referring to Bai Zixi?
"I know her, yes..." Mo Hua replied cautiously.
Qian Xing's eyes lit up with excitement, "Wonderful! Could you call her out so we can meet? I'd like to be friends with her."
On the night of the Demon Hunting Festival, Qian Xing had been among the family disciples and had caught a glimpse of the veiled young lady from a distance. Despite her young age and the veil covering her face, her otherworldly aura had left an indelible impression on him.
Qian Xing said, "We were seen together, don't deny it. I won't make things difficult for you. Just call her out and I'll make it worth your while. What do you want? Spirit stones or spiritual artifacts?"
Mo Hua replied calmly, "What if I refuse?"
The smile on Qian Xing's face gradually faded. "I'm giving you face."
But your face isn't worth much; no one would pick it up even if you dropped it on the ground...
Mo Hua didn't plan on paying any attention to him. "I'm going home. Would you mind moving aside?"
"Move aside?"
Qian Xing was taken aback for a moment, then sneered coldly, "Here in Tongxian City, people always give way to Young Masters like me. No one dares to make me move aside!"
Qian Xing's expression turned gloomy:
"Let me say this again. Call that girl out so I can meet her, and I won't pursue your offense from earlier. Otherwise, I'll make your parents regret giving birth to you, and you'll suffer in this world for no reason!"
Mo Hua's gaze also gradually turned unfriendly, and he scoffed:
"It's your father who should regret having such a waste of a son, bringing shame upon the family for no reason!"
Anyone can curse and swear. Since Qian Xing took the first step, Mo Hua didn't hold back either.
Mo Hua thought he had only cursed with a common phrase, but Qian Xing's reaction was beyond his expectations.
Qian Xing's face turned deathly pale, then gradually twisted in anger.
The surroundings also fell silent.
The group of lackeys behind Qian Xing were also stunned for a moment. They had been following Qian Xing's orders for so long, yet this was the first time they had seen someone dare to curse at him in public.
Even Mo Hua was taken aback.
He didn't seem to have cursed that badly, so how did he break through Qian Xing's defenses? If he can't even take this, then if Mo Hua were to unleash the vulgarities he had in mind, wouldn't Qian Xing just spit blood?
As expected, those who are pampered have fragile dao hearts...
Qian Xing's blood boiled with rage, his eyes turning completely red, with even a hint of bloodshot. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Mo Hua, his face contorting hideously as he roared, "I want him dead! Kill him!"
Mo Hua frowned. Killing someone just because of a few curses?
Qian Xing was extremely angry, but the lackey behind him hesitated, "Young Master, do you really want to kill him?"
Qian Xing's eyes, bloodshot with rage, fixed on him, "Either he dies, or you do. Choose one!"
Most of them were from the side branches of the Qian family or outsiders who depended on the Qian family. They had no choice but to follow Qian Xing's orders. If they displeased him, they would be thrown out of the family like dead dogs.
However, having followed Qian Xing for so long, they had done their fair share of dirty work, so they didn't feel any burden.
One of the Qian family disciples, with a malicious glint in his eyes, said, "Kid, consider yourself unlucky. Next time, open your eyes wider." He threw a punch straight at Mo Hua's forehead.
This punch was both sinister and vicious, clearly intending to take Mo Hua's life.
However, when the punch was just a few feet away from Mo Hua, a hand reached out and grabbed it.
The Qian family disciple whose fist was grabbed struggled to break free, but he couldn't. Instead, he felt his bones creaking. Before he could even cry out in pain, a punch landed on his face, causing blood to gush out. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, and he finally collapsed against the wall like a ragdoll, passing out.
The others were momentarily stunned, but when they looked up, they saw a sturdy young man standing behind Mo Hua.
It was Master Chen's apprentice from the Refining Shop—Da Zhu.
Da Zhu, who usually smiled with simplicity, now had a blank expression on his face. His muscular arms looked like iron, and he exuded an aura of silent intimidation as he stood silently behind Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged.
In this part of South Street in Tongxian City, if a fight were to break out, he had quite a few connections he could rely on.
(End of Chapter)
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