Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 237: Chapter 236 Yu Chengwu (Fifth Update)_1

Yu Chengwu paused, slightly annoyed.

But upon further thought, he realized that Mo Hua’s words made sense. No matter how much he disagreed with Mo Shan, he wouldn’t be so petty as to argue with Mo Hua over small matters.

Moreover, bickering with Mo Shan’s son would, at the very least, make him seem less magnanimous than Mo Shan by a generation.

“Alright, you’re right. I won’t argue with you,” he conceded.

Mo Hua then asked curiously, “Do you have a Wolf Fang Club?”

Yu Chengwu nodded, “Indeed.”

Mo Hua’s eyes sparkled, “May I take a look at it?”

Yu Chengwu was reluctant, but seeing Mo Hua’s curious and bright eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. After a moment’s thought, he took the Wolf Fang Club out of his storage bag and placed it on the ground for Mo Hua to see.

The Wolf Fang Club was five to six feet long, with spikes resembling wolf fangs, made of fine iron and stained with dull bloodstains.

These stains likely came from monster beasts and cultivators alike.

Mo Hua tried to lift it but couldn’t budge it at all.

He pushed with both hands, yet the Wolf Fang Club remained immovable.

“It’s so heavy,” Mo Hua couldn’t help exclaiming.

A hint of pride flashed across Yu Chengwu’s eyes, “Naturally.”

“Is it intentionally made this heavy?” Mo Hua humbly inquired.

“That’s right,” Yu Chengwu nodded, “The heavier the Spiritual Artifact, the greater the force when swung, and thus the greater the destructive power.”

“Oh,” Mo Hua nodded.

Yu Chengwu suddenly became curious, “Why do you ask?”

“I want to make one too.”

Yu Chengwu was taken aback, “Make what?”

Mo Hua pointed to the Wolf Fang Club on the ground, “This club.”

Yu Chengwu looked at Mo Hua, delicate and tender with thin arms and legs, lacking robust Blood Qi, clearly not a practitioner of Body Cultivation, and couldn’t help but ask:

“You’re not a body cultivator, so why do you want this?”

Mo Hua blinked, “I have my ways.”

Yu Chengwu couldn’t help frowning.

Mo Shan was shrewd; his son was even more so, full of schemes. It was just not clear what he was planning.

“I’ll treat you to a drink!”

Having seen the Wolf Fang Club, Mo Hua had made his plans and decided to extend his hospitality by inviting Yu Chengwu for a drink.

“Your injuries aren’t serious; you can have a little,” Mo Hua suggested.

Yu Chengwu hesitated, but still took the wine Mo Hua offered, took a sip, and frowned.

Sour and sweet, the flavor of the wine was light, something children would drink.

But given the situation, having wine at all was good enough, and there wasn’t room to be picky.

Yu Chengwu sighed, took a few sips to relieve fatigue, but suddenly remembered that despite his disagreements with Mo Shan, he had never shared a drink with him.

Now, he was being invited by Mo Shan’s son and had drunk a pot of fruit wine meant for children.

Yu Chengwu’s mood became somewhat complicated in an instant.

After everyone had rested and their injuries had stabilized, they continued on their way.

After traveling for a while, Mo Hua swept the surroundings with his Divine Sense, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said:

“We can walk more slowly now, no need to hurry.”

Through his Divine Sense, there were already many Monster Hunters around.

For Mo Hua, the presence of Monster Hunters was as good as being on his own territory. Any outside cultivators who dared to pursue them now would be courting death.

Ji Qingbai didn’t understand why Mo Hua said this, but for some reason, he trusted Mo Hua’s words immensely and also felt a wave of relief wash over him.

On the following journey, indeed, they encountered more and more Monster Hunters.

Whether or not they were acquainted with Yu Chengwu and the others, the Monster Hunters would come over to greet them.

At first, Yu Chengwu didn’t notice anything amiss, but gradually, he began to feel that something was off.

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As these Monster Hunters came by, they all first greeted Mo Hua before they exchanged a few pleasantries with him.

One or two would be fine, but he had now encountered four or five groups of Monster Hunters, all doing the same.

He even felt that these Monster Hunters were here specifically for Mo Hua, and greeting him was just an afterthought.

Yu Chengwu furrowed his brow, “Something’s not right.”

Mo Hua was merely a seventh-level Qi Refinement cultivator. Although his talent was not bad, it was impossible for him to be so well-liked.

These people must have been greeting Mo Hua out of respect for his father Mo Shan.

But Mo Shan’s influence couldn’t have been that great.

It couldn’t be that Mo Shan had succeeded in his Foundation Establishment…

If he had succeeded in Foundation Establishment, with Mo Hua being the son of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, naturally people would show him respect.

Yu Chengwu thought to himself, then suddenly realized something was off.

His father Yu Changlin was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he himself was also the son of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet people did not show him that much respect.

Yu Chengwu was somewhat puzzled, but what puzzled him even more was the armor.

The few groups of Monster Hunters that passed by, not everyone had it, but at least the majority were wearing iron armor.

This was iron armor we’re talking about! Where did they get it?

Yu Chengwu’s brows were deeply furrowed.

He had been sent by his father, Elder Yu, to take care of some business. Due to an unexpected delay, he had been delayed for more than a year before rushing back.

On his way through Qingxuan City, he ran into Ji Qingbai. Since the two were somewhat acquainted and he had always disdained families that bullied others because of their status, he lend a hand and they headed to Tongxian City together.

Since his departure, it had been just over a year.

But a year and a bit for cultivators wasn’t that long, right?

So why did everything feel a bit different now that he was back?

Ji Qingbai and Ji Li were also secretly astonished as they looked at these Monster Hunters.

This was iron armor, and in Qingxuan City, Monster Hunters with iron armor could be counted on one hand. Once in Tongxian City, why did it feel like they were everywhere?

Father and son Ji Qingbai couldn’t figure it out either.

The group made their way without incident, left Big Black Mountain, and entered Tongxian City through the southern gate. What met their eyes was the vast Refinery Shop and Alchemist’s Business on the south side of the city.

The establishment occupied a vast area, with grand specifications, towering outer walls, and strict formations. It looked imposing and commanding.

From inside, there came the clear sounds of metal working and wafts of rich alchemical fragrances.

Yu Chengwu and the others were overwhelmingly shocked.

Not just Tongxian City, but the nearby several Immortal Cities combined had never seen such a scale of the Tao Cultivation industry.

Yu Chengwu couldn’t believe it, “Could all of these belong to the Qian Family?”

In just over a year, had the Qian Family’s power already grown to this extent?

Weren’t they doomed to never hold their heads up high again in the future?

Mo Hua shook his head, “No, it’s like everybody’s!”

“Everybody’s?” Yu Chengwu did not understand.

Mo Hua pointed with his little hand, encompassing the entire southern part of the city beneath his gesture, “Everybody’s.”

Yu Chengwu understood, yet still found it unbelievable. He thought to himself, “I must be dreaming…”

In his daze, he felt this was all just a part of the dream he had while wandering outside, homeless, half-asleep, half-awake.

In his dream, he had journeyed far and finally returned to Tongxian City.

He saw that the Monster Hunters of Tongxian City were all donning iron armor, saw that Loose Cultivators had built Refinery Shops and Alchemist’s Businesses, saw that everyone had enough Spirit Stones, and their faces bore smiles.

He had thought about these things before, but only in his dreams.

The scene before him seemed just like the dream he had dreamt.

Seeing him lost in thought, Mo Hua called out, “Second Uncle Yu?”

Yu Chengwu snapped back to reality, but seeing everything around him, he still could hardly believe it. He thought to himself:

“This isn’t a dream, could it be an Illusion Technique?”

Mo Hua saw his expression changing and emotions fluctuating, assuming he was overwhelmed by homesickness, and didn’t bother him.

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