Chapter 83: Da Zhu
Chapter 83: Da Zhu
A disciple from the wealthy family recognized Da Zhu and scolded, "Chen Da Zhu, just focus on swinging your hammer. Mind your own business!"
Da Zhu let out a cold laugh. "It's none of your concern!"
Mo Hua had exceptional spiritual sense, and when the disciple from the Qian family threw a punch, he noticed that Da Zhu had already positioned himself behind him. Hence, he didn't dodge.
Of course, it was also because even if he wanted to dodge, he couldn't.
The fist of a sixth-layer Qi Refinement body cultivator was indeed fast. Although Mo Hua's powerful spiritual sense gave him ample reaction time, his weak physique wasn't enough to support his body's response.
Fortunately, Da Zhu stepped in and took the punch for him.
In Mo Hua's impression, Da Zhu was always a simple and kind-hearted apprentice artificer who loved to invite people to his home for noodles. But at this moment, Da Zhu's expression was cold and carried a hint of ruthlessness.
"Chen Da Zhu, get out of the way!" The Qian family disciple threatened.
Not only did Da Zhu refuse to move, but he also picked up Mo Hua, placed him behind him, and stood in front of him nonchalantly. "I won't move!"
Da Zhu was ten years older than Mo Hua and much taller. As he stood in front of Mo Hua, he completely blocked him from view, such that the group from the Qian family couldn't even see Mo Hua's shadow.
Seeing that Chen Da Zhu was unyielding, one of the Qian family disciples tried to reason with him. "Chen Da Zhu, this guy isn't a relative or friend of yours, is he? Is it worth it to show off your strength for him?"
"I feel like it, and it's none of your business!" Da Zhu wasn't good with words, and although he wanted to curse some more, he couldn't think of what to say. He felt that his momentum had weakened a little, so he secretly turned his head to glance at Mo Hua.
Understanding Da Zhu's intention, Mo Hua poked his head out and said, "So what if we're neither relatives nor friends? You're related to Qian Xing, and he still treats you like dogs!''
Upon hearing this, Da Zhu quickly nodded in agreement. "That's right! He treats you like dogs!"
The group of Qian family disciples blushed but couldn't refute the accusation.
The way Qian Xing treated them could be considered polite compared to calling them dogs.
Seeing that the situation was turning unfavorable, Qian Xing coldly said, "Do you want to be enemies with the Qian family?"
Da Zhu was about to say that it didn't matter even if they became enemies, but he felt Mo Hua tugging at his sleeve, indicating that he shouldn't say it. So he closed his mouth.
Mo Hua poked his head out again and said, "Qian Xing, if your father knew that you were bullying others under the banner of the Qian family and ruining its reputation, do you think he would regret giving birth to you? Could it be that you're an adopted child? Perhaps your father isn't your real father, and your mother isn't your real mother?"
Qian Xing understood that he was being insulted as a bastard, and not even a bastard of the Qian family.
Qian Xing had always been pampered and felt that the humiliation he received today was more than he had experienced in his entire life. He waved his hand behind him and said viciously,
"Beat them to death! Flay their skins! Rip out their tendons! Don't worry about the Path Tribunal; I'll take care of it!"
Seeing that Qian Xing was enraged, Mo Hua quietly said to Da Zhu, "Brother Da Zhu, they outnumber us. Let's take this chance to run away."
Da Zhu's face showed no fear. "It's fine. We have a lot of people too."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion behind them, and a group of teenagers carrying clubs and hammers arrived, standing behind Da Zhu.
"Brother Zhu, we've brought our tools!" one of the teenagers shouted.
Mo Hua looked over and saw that most of them were disciples who crafted artifacts with Chen Lao. Naturally, their handy weapons were hammers, as well as some clubs. Some of them even emitted a red glow, seemingly spiritual artifact embryos that had just been pulled out of the artifact furnace.
Everyone stood behind Da Zhu, unknowingly forming a circle around Mo Hua.
The disciples from the Qian family were a little intimidated. Most of them had only cultivated to the seventh layer of Qi Refinement, and the rest were at the sixth layer. Although their cultivation levels were slightly higher than their opponents, they were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. When it came to actual combat, they weren't confident in their abilities.
"Young Master, something's not right. Why don't we retreat for now and find him another day?" someone whispered to Qian Xing.
"What did you say?" Qian Xing asked, his eyes turning red as he glared at the speaker.
The Qian family disciple's voice trembled as he said, "We... we're just worried about your safety, Young Master. If we fight and something happens to you, we won't be able to explain it to the clan head..."
"It's me who's keeping you fed, not my father. You should be thinking about how to explain yourselves to me," Qian Xing said, slapping the disciple's face. "The best explanation is to make that little brat die! Otherwise, you'd better think about how to explain yourselves to me."
The few Qian family disciples broke out in cold sweat.
Qian Xing continued, "Rest assured, I've already called for help. Stall them for a while. After it's done, each of you will receive a hundred spirit stones. Whoever kills that Mo Hua kid, I'll talk to my father about giving you a spot in the main family line."
The few disciples looked at each other, a spot in the main family line... was he serious?
Whether it was true or not, it was worth taking the risk.
One of the Qian family disciples gritted his teeth and said, "I'm willing to share the burden for you, Young Master!"
He turned to Da Zhu and shouted, "Da Zhu, I want to talk to you!" As he walked towards Da Zhu, he suddenly drew a sword and slashed at him with a blade wrapped in green spiritual power and a chilling aura.
Da Zhu's eyebrows furrowed, and he coldly snorted, causing his blood energy to surge as he met the blow with his hammer.
However, the Qian family disciple's sword suddenly changed direction, avoiding the hammer and slashing towards Mo Hua, who was standing behind Da Zhu.
This was a calculated move. He could take the brunt of Da Zhu's hammer and, at most, suffer a serious injury. But Mo Hua would undoubtedly die from his sword! It was definitely worth exchanging some injuries for a spot in the main family line!
Although the situation had escalated suddenly, Mo Hua had actually anticipated the disciple's move, clearly seeing the trajectory of the spiritual power in his sword through his spiritual sense. But the attack and the change in direction had happened in an instant, leaving him no time to speak or dodge, given his physical prowess.
Just as the sword was about to hit him, a refining disciple pulled him back by the collar, causing the sword tip to narrowly miss him. Mo Hua could even feel a slight pain on his forehead from the pressure of the spiritual power.
Da Zhu saw the disciple's initial attack but was too slow to react when the disciple changed his target to Mo Hua. With a heavy hammer in hand, he couldn't change his move in time and could only anxiously watch as Mo Hua barely dodged the attack.
Da Zhu felt relieved but also furious. He stopped holding back and channeled his blood energy into his hammer, swinging it down with full force.
The Qian family disciple was hit on the back and heavily fell to the ground. A mouthful of blood surged up his throat, and he could hear the crunching of his own bones breaking.
He had expected to get injured, but not to this extent. As his consciousness faded, he felt himself being kicked and then thrown to the ground before losing consciousness.
"Despicable!"
"You're filthier than the rats in the sewers!"
"Beat them up!"
The artifact refining youths were filled with righteous indignation. They raised their clubs and hammers and charged towards the Qian family disciples, who could only brace themselves for the fight.
On the empty street, the two groups of cultivators clashed.
(End of Chapter)
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