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Now that Mo Hua had made some progress in his movement technique, he was preparing to seek out Bai Zisheng for another sparring match when he suddenly saw a few Monster Hunters wearing rattan armor on the street, which made his heart skip a beat.

Rattan Armor?

A chill went through Mo Hua’s heart.

It’s over, I forgot!

The Iron Armor Formation that he had promised to draw for Elder Yu wasn’t finished yet…

Previously, he would take some time every day to draw a few, estimating he would finish within a month. But ever since Zhang Lan taught him the Water Passing Step, he had devoted all his thoughts to this movement technique.

First, he practiced dodging wild fruits falling from trees, then sparred with Bai Zisheng, and also found a Little Demon Cat to practice moves on.

Now, more than a month had passed, and while his Water Passing Step had become proficient, he had only completed a little over thirty Iron Armor Formations…

Mo Hua hurried back home, took out the rattan armor, ground open the Spiritual Ink, and began drawing fervently.

In the following days, Mo Hua locked himself in his room and focused on drawing the Iron Armor Formation.

As sunlight streamed through the window into the room, Mo Hua would lie on the small desk, meticulously drawing the Iron Armor Formation on the rattan armor, one stroke at a time.

Mo Hua was serious in his drawing, yet his brush moved swiftly. With each decisive movement of his wrist, lines of Formation Patterns would leap onto the rattan armor, echoing and combining with one another to form a mysterious Formation.

When his Divine Sense was exhausted, Mo Hua would use Meditation Technique to recover it.

Once replenished with Divine Sense, he would continue drawing.

Five days later, he finally completed all one hundred Iron Armor Formations.

Mo Hua handed over the rattan armor with the completed Iron Armor Formations to his father, Mo Shan, asking him to deliver them to Elder Yu on his behalf.

Mo Hua had no personal relationship with Elder Yu and didn’t know how to find the old man himself. Besides, as the Monster Hunting Guild’s only Foundation Building Cultivator, Elder Yu was always busy with affairs, making him difficult to meet.

What was originally estimated to be a month’s work took a little over half a month more, and hopefully Elder Yu wouldn’t take offense…

Mo Hua thought to himself.

When Mo Shan went to visit Elder Yu, he found him discussing matters in his study and didn’t want to disturb him, so he handed the Storage Bag to Elder Yu’s eldest son and asked him to turn it in on his behalf.

Elder Yu’s eldest son, named Yu Chengyi, was at the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement and stood out as one of the best Monster Hunters in Tongxian City. His cultivation was second only to that of his Foundation Establishment Stage father, and he was quite authoritative among the Monster Hunters.

But the only person Yu Chengyi truly feared was his father.

Yu Chengyi kept the Storage Bag safely, and when he went to find Elder Yu, the elder was still discussing issues with a few aged Monster Hunters, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood:

“Why doesn’t that old bastard from the Qian Family get struck by lightning, always so gloomy and scheming against me? If I’m about to die one day, I swear I’ll take him down with me. Even in death, I want him as my cushion!”

“That Family Head Qian Hong is a coward. He never does anything good, just full of scheming, just like his wretched old man…”

“Those vicious beasts, thinking of ways to oppress us every day, skimming Spirit Stones here, withholding a few Spiritual Artifacts there, damn them all…”

“If this keeps up, no one will be able to live properly; let’s see how much better the Qian Family will fare…”

Elder Yu cursed out the Qian Family non-stop.

Monster Hunters made their living by hunting Monster Beasts, and the materials they obtained were all sold to the Qian Family, which rose to power through this trade, but in turn exploited Monster Hunters to seize more Spirit Stone profits.

Elder Yu, as the supporter of the Monster Hunting Guild, naturally had many conflicts with the Qian Family.

Elder Yu was already known for his bad temper, and after many years of hardships, had become tenacious and even obstinate. He would often be targeted, openly and covertly, by the Qian Family, some of whose tactics were quite despicable. Elder Yu couldn’t stand it, so he would curse vehemently at the Qian Family at any opportunity.

This study was supposed to be for discussing important matters, but for over half of the three hundred sixty-odd days a year, it was used to curse the Qian Family.

Yu Chengyi was used to it.

But indeed, the Qian Family was despicable.

He didn’t have his father’s cultivation or boldness, or else he would have joined in the cursing.

Elder Yu cursed for a good while before he stopped, talked about some matters with the few old Monster Hunters, and then everyone dispersed.

After the meeting, with Elder Yu’s indignation still not subsided, he poured himself a cup of tea and drank slowly.

Yu Chengyi quietly walked in, “Father.”

Elder Yu’s eyebrows shot up, “What’s the matter?”

“Just now, Brother Mo Shan came by, and he asked me to give this Storage Bag to you.”

Yu Chengyi said, handing over the Storage Bag.

“Mo Shan?”

Elder Yu frowned in thought for a moment and then his brow relaxed as he said, “Let me take a look.”

With a touch of anticipation, Elder Yu opened the storage bag and indeed found a complete set of rattan armor, which even had formation patterns drawn on it.

Elder Yu couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Yu Chengyi looked on in surprise. Although his father’s emotions were easily read on his face, they were mostly out of anger, or he would wear a stern expression. Seeing his father so pleased like now was indeed rare.

“Dad, what’s in the storage bag?”

Yu Chengyi couldn’t help but ask.

“Rattan armor,” Elder Yu replied casually.

“Rattan armor?”

“Yes, rattan armor with the Iron Armor Formation drawn on it.”

“Is it for Ada and Aer?” Yu Chengyi asked.

Ada and Aer were his sons. As the saying goes, grandparents spoil their grandchildren. Elder Yu was strict with him, but he doted on these two grandsons.

“Yes, but not only for them,” sighed Elder Yu, “You Monster Hunters are all old hands by now, tough-skinned and hard-fleshed, a few bites from monster beasts won’t matter much…”

But a few bites from monster beasts did matter…

In his heart, Yu Chengyi silently rebuked the notion that cultivators could withstand being gnawed on by monster beasts, but he didn’t dare to contradict and could only listen quietly.

“…But it’s different for the newly initiated Monster Hunters. Although they have learned the Taoist skills, they are still children after all. If something bad happens to them, it would pain my heart. The future of the Monster Hunting Guild depends on them…” said Elder Yu.

Yu Chengyi nodded, then couldn’t resist asking, “Then Dad, who is the Formation Master you asked to draw these formations?”

“He’s still young, I’m not sure if he counts as a Formation Master.”

Elder Yu remembered Mo Hua’s obedient and adorable appearance, and his mood brightened even more. “It’s Mo Shan’s son, named Mo Hua.”

“Mo Hua…” Yu Chengyi nodded. He had also heard from some familiar Monster Hunters that Mo Shan had a son who showed great talent in the art of formations.

However, he still had one more question:

“How many Spirit Stones did you give him for each set?”

Elder Yu, having seen much in his life, couldn’t help but blush slightly, “Ahem….just three…”

Yu Chengyi timidly said, “Dad, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to do this…”

Elder Yu immediately frowned, “How is it inappropriate? Lower-level Loose Cultivators should help each other. I think the child Mo Hua is quite good, more aware than you are.”

Yu Chengyi remained silent.

Elder Yu thought for a moment and sighed, “You’re right, no matter what, I did take advantage of him. If his family ever needs help, I’ll just lend a hand.”

Yu Chengyi was inwardly shocked. To make his unshamefaced father owe a favor was rare; he had scarcely seen it happen throughout his life.

“The Iron Armor Formation is not simple, can Mo Hua really draw it…” Yu Chengyi pondered before asking again.

“Why wouldn’t he be able to, here it is,”

Elder Yu patted the rattan armor in his hand. On the armor, a set of light golden formation patterns was meticulously and elegantly inscribed, complex and graceful, with a subtle mystical aura flowing through them.

Yu Chengyi’s eyes also shone, “Dad, I have to say, these formation patterns are excellently drawn!”

“Of course! I found him myself!” Elder Yu said with pride.

“How many sets did you ask him to draw?”

“One hundred sets.”

“One hundred sets?” Yu Chengyi gasped in surprise, “That many! Are they all done?”

“How could it be possible? He’s just a kid; he couldn’t draw that fast.”

Elder Yu hadn’t expected Mo Hua to finish them all at once; getting most of them done would suffice, considering Mo Hua was still young with low cultivation, probably not enough divine sense to draw so many formations.

Having about seventy to eighty sets would be enough for the time being.

“There are only…”

Elder Yu’s expression was leisurely as he swept through with his divine sense, roughly counting: “Thirty… fifty… eighty…”

There’s more?

Elder Yu’s face stiffened as he counted again, “Forty… seventy… ninety… one hundred!”

One hundred?!

Elder Yu took a cold breath in disbelief, “Finished?!”