Mo Hua named the Thousand Jin Staff and carefully stored it in his storage pouch.
In the following days, whenever he had free time, he would take it out to practice and then came up with two simple, practical moves:
One was to smash downward, and the other was to swing horizontally.
He had tried the downward smash, which was quite simple to use.
However, the horizontal swing was a bit more troublesome. It required him to swing the Thousand Jin Staff first, injecting spiritual energy during the swing to activate the formation. The iron rod would instantly become heavier, and according to the inertia of the force, it would strike horizontally.
Controlling both the spiritual energy and the force was challenging.
If he hit the target, it would make his hand numb from the impact.
If he missed, he would have to let go of the staff, or else his arm would dislocate.
This was the helplessness of being inherently weak and unable to practice body cultivation.
However, after practicing a few times, Mo Hua became much more familiar with it. At least he wouldn't dislocate his arm anymore.
Mo Hua also gave these two moves impressive names: the downward smash was called "Force Like a Thousand Jin," and the horizontal sweep was called "Sweeping a Thousand Jin."
TL Note: And he dares criticise other technique names..
It sounded quite imposing, but it was only for emergencies. After all, he wasn't a body cultivator, so he couldn't rely on these moves for direct combat. At most, he could use them for sneak attacks.
Nevertheless, it was still an additional means of dealing with adversaries.
In his spare time, he went to the Fu Dining Hall again, found Fu Lan, and asked her to help make tofu.
It was his first time eating tofu from the cultivation world.
It wasn't particularly white, with a faint yellowish hue, but it had a strong soy fragrance.
Whether fried as a dish or made into sweet tofu pudding, it was delicious.
Mo Hua also gave some to his parents, Mr. Zhuang, and the siblings Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi to taste.
He didn't give any to Old Kui because he liked crispy, crunchy foods with a crunching sound when chewed. He definitely wouldn't like tofu.
As for the Inner Mountain of Tongxian City, although there were more outsiders now, making it a bit more dangerous, Mo Hua still had to go there.
He was an array master, and spiritual ink was indispensable to him.
Moreover, the amount of spiritual ink he needed was probably several times more than that of an ordinary first-grade array master.
So, the more demon blood, the better.
Anyway, he was now at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and his expertise in Flowing Water Steps was superb. Except for Foundation Establishment cultivators, ordinary Qi Refinement cultivators couldn't do anything to him.
Even if it was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, as long as he was cautious, he could probably escape if he detected them early.
On this day, after collecting sixteen or seventeen bottles of demon blood, Mo Hua was content and found a cool shade under a big tree, taking out some wild fruits to eat.
Before long, he sensed someone with his divine sense, and their aura seemed somewhat familiar. He raised his head discreetly and found it was Yu Chengwu and a few other demon hunters.
They were walking along a secluded path, seemingly searching for something.
Mo Hua stood up, waved to them from a distance.
Yu Chengwu noticed Mo Hua and couldn't help but frown.
How could Mo Hua detect them when the distance was so far?
Mo Hua used the Vanishing Water Step, leaping lightly a few times from the mountaintop, and landed in front of Yu Chengwu.
Yu Chengwu was stunned.
What kind of footwork was this?
Before, Mo Hua had walked with them for a while without using any footwork, so he thought Mo Hua didn't know any. He hadn't expected Mo Hua's footwork to be so proficient.
Even more skilled than some old demon hunters...
No wonder he dared to wander around the Inner Mountain alone.
Mo Hua looked at Yu Chengwu curiously and asked, "Are you... here to hunt demons?"
They weren't wearing iron or vine armor, and their knives were put away. They were dressed like ordinary independent cultivators, with the appearance of outsiders.
Yu Chengwu replied, "We're here to capture someone."
"Who?"
"Those cultivators who besieged me last time," Yu Chengwu's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said bitterly, "A bunch of scum, daring to ambush me. I won't let them off."
Mo Hua asked puzzledly, "Do you know who they are now?"
"Not yet."
"Can you find them?"
"They didn't dare to enter the city, so they must be hiding in the mountains. As long as we search, we'll definitely find them."
Mo Hua nodded.
Not finding those cultivators would always be a hidden danger. If demon hunters were ambushed by them while hunting demons, it would be dangerous.
"Then you go ahead," Mo Hua waved his hand.
He didn't want to join in the fun. He had more important things to do, and for now, it was better to gather more demon blood.
"If I encounter them, I'll set off fireworks to alert you," Mo Hua added.
Yu Chengwu was slightly stunned, then nodded, saying, "Good, but you also be careful."
"Don't worry."
Mo Hua parted ways with Yu Chengwu and his group. After wandering around the Inner Mountain for most of the day, when they were descending the mountain in the evening, he encountered them again.
Yu Chengwu and the others were injured and bleeding, but their injuries didn't seem too severe.
They were escorting two cultivators, both dressed in black clothes, with their hands and feet bound by iron chains. They were covered in scars, one with a broken arm and the other limping.
It was obvious they had been caught after a fierce battle and then beaten severely.
Both of them looked exhausted, but harbored resentment in their eyes.
Mo Hua looked at their faces, pondered for a moment, and confirmed that they were indeed two of the seven cultivators who had besieged him that day.
"You really caught them?" Mo Hua was somewhat surprised.
"Of course, we are demon hunters. No one knows the Black Mountain better than us," Yu Chengwu kicked the two cultivators, "These two scum thought they could hide well, but by eating, drinking, and camping in the mountains, and even killing people, they exposed themselves too much. How could we not find them?"
"Are these two the only ones?" Mo Hua asked.
"The others probably went out to rob. They left these two to guard the camp."
"Are you going to kill them?" Mo Hua asked curiously.
Yu Chengwu was slightly taken aback and said, "Not yet. We'll take them back first, beat them a few more times, and see if we can get anything out of them. As for their camp, it's already been alarmed. We probably won't be able to catch the other cultivators."
Mo Hua nodded. Then he used his divine sense to scan the two black-clothed cultivators and frowned.
These two looked miserable, but their spiritual energy was quite abundant, which was not good; it posed a risk.
"Better break their legs first," Mo Hua suggested kindly.
Yu Chengwu was puzzled.
"Their spiritual energy is quite abundant," Mo Hua explained.
Abundant spiritual energy was a potential threat.
After considering it, Yu Chengwu nodded and said to the other demon hunters, "Break their legs."
Just as the demon hunters were about to act, Mo Hua shouted, "Wait."
After pondering for a moment, he said, "It's better to break their arms. If we break their legs, they won't be able to walk, and we'll have to carry them."
With their arms broken, even if they had spiritual energy, they wouldn't be able to use it to attack in the short term.
Yu Chengwu nodded. The other demon hunters didn't hesitate and directly twisted the arms of the two black-clothed cultivators.
The two cultivators screamed in pain, looking at Mo Hua with resentment and hatred in their eyes.
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows, "Still dare to glare at me?"
The demon hunters kicked each of them, causing them to grit their teeth in pain. However, the resentment in their eyes deepened.
Mo Hua sighed and said to Yu Chengwu, "Should we blind them too? They've been staring at me the whole time."
The two black-clothed cultivators instantly broke out in a cold sweat, both lowering their gaze, not daring to look at Mo Hua again.
Yu Chengwu felt somewhat helpless.
When this kid had a good heart, he really did, but when he had a bad heart, he really did. He could come up with all sorts of bad ideas.
But he thought it was for the best.
One couldn't show mercy to bad people, or else they would be the ones in trouble.
These two black-clothed cultivators had killed and robbed many people. Even if they were killed now, it would be considered lenient.
(End of the Chapter)