Chapter 111

One hundred sets of iron armor arrays—Mo Hua finished them in just over a month and a half?

Elder Yu frowned, silent.

Yu Chengyi, seeing this, asked: "Father, what's wrong?"

Elder Yu handed his son the storage bag. "Count them."

Yu Chengyi took it, scanned with his spiritual sense, counted once, counted again, then couldn't help counting a third time…

After a moment, he too opened his mouth wide. "This… all finished?"

Elder Yu glared at him. "Can't you count?"

Yu Chengyi chuckled awkwardly, then couldn't help asking:

"This… did he draw them all himself?"

Elder Yu opened the inner layer of vine armor, compared it with the iron armor arrays; though some brushstrokes were sloppier, the form and spirit were unified, executed in one continuous flow—undoubtedly the work of a single hand.

The father and son stared at each other, speechless.

"Mo Shan's son… could he be some kind of little demon…"

Yu Chengyi muttered under his breath.

Elder Yu slapped him on the head. "What are you saying?!"

Yu Chengyi rubbed his head, muttering:

"I was just joking."

Elder Yu glared at him, displeased.

Yu Chengyi thought for a moment, then said: "Could someone else have drawn them for him?"

"Who would draw them for him?"

Elder Yu snorted coldly. "I'm a Foundation Establishment cultivator—I've begged people all over and still couldn't get anyone to draw arrays for me."

Mentioning this made Elder Yu angry. Not because no one would help—he just offered too little.

"If he really drew them himself, the spiritual sense drain must be enormous. Mo Hua's just a Qi Condensation fifth-layer, and still young…"

"Exactly." Elder Yu sighed, suddenly feeling a pang of pity. "Bring me all the tonic pills and spiritual items from home. I'm going to visit Mo Shan."

Yu Chengyi opened his mouth but held back.

"Spit it out!" Elder Yu snapped.

Yu Chengyi whispered: "We don't have many tonic pills left…"

"Take whatever we have!"

"But…"

Elder Yu's face darkened.

Yu Chengyi dared not speak further, so he gathered whatever tonic pills, spiritual herbs, and lingzhi mushrooms boosted qi or blood, sealed them in leather paper, stuffed them into the storage bag, and handed it to Elder Yu.

Elder Yu took it, turned to leave, then suddenly turned back. "You're coming with me."

Yu Chengyi frowned. "Why me?"

"If Mo Hua truly becomes an array master, it'll be a blessing for our demon-hunting sect. I'm taking you to get familiar with him—so we can speak easily when the time comes."

Yu Chengyi was a Qi Condensation ninth-layer demon hunter—he didn't like the idea of bowing to a child's favor—but seeing his father's grim expression, he could only mutter, "Yes."

Yu Chengyi was, after all, a Qi Refining ninth-layer demon hunter, and being made to read a child's expression left him somewhat unwilling. But seeing his father's iron-blue face, he could only obediently reply, "Yes."

Mo Shan was stunned—he never expected Elder Yu to come in person, let alone Yu Chengyi too. He thought something major had happened, and his expression turned solemn.

Elder Yu waved his hand. "Nothing serious. I just came to see Mo Hua. Go about your business."

Mo Shan was puzzled, but assumed it was about the arrays, so he relaxed.

Mo Hua, seeing Elder Yu, was also startled.

He thought Elder Yu had come to scold him for drawing too slowly.

But that didn't make sense—how could a Foundation Establishment elder be so petty…?

Mo Hua whispered: "Elder Yu, you're looking for me?"

Elder Yu hesitated, cleared his throat, and asked: "That array… took a long time to draw, didn't it?"

Elder Yu was at a loss for words for a moment. He coughed once and asked, "That array formation—it'll take quite a while to draw, won't it…"

Is Elder Yu really blaming me for being slow…?

But he did deserve it—he'd been so focused on practicing his body movement technique that he forgot entirely.

By the time he remembered, a month had passed.

Mo Hua felt embarrassed. "Elder, I draw slowly—only two or three sets a day. I only finished yesterday."

Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi exchanged glances.

"He really drew them himself!"

A six-stroke iron armor array—he's a child of ten, drawing two or three sets a day!

And he didn't even neglect his cultivation—he drew them in spare time!

Father and son were shaken to their core, yet kept their expressions calm.

"Not slow at all!" Elder Yu hurried to say. "Faster than I imagined."

He'd expected Mo Hua to manage one set per day at best—three months would yield eighty or ninety, and the rest could be finished gradually.

But Mo Hua's speed far exceeded his expectations!

He had originally thought that if Mo Hua could persist through drawing one array a day, that would be good enough. Drawing like this for three months, even if it fell short of a hundred, there would still be eighty or ninety, and the remaining bit could be slowly made up later.

Elder Yu beamed, pulled out the storage bag, and spoke gently: "I was worried you'd overexert yourself, so I brought some tonic pills and spiritual items—some spiritual meat too. Nothing precious, really. Just take them."

What a talent!

Elder Yu beamed with delight, pulled out his storage bag, and said gently, "I was afraid you'd tire yourself out, so I brought some tonic pills and spiritual items for you, along with some spiritual meat—nothing particularly valuable, so don't hesitate to keep them…"

Yu Chengyi watched in stunned silence—when had his father ever spoken with such warmth and kindness?

It was as if he'd been possessed by another soul…

Yu Chengyi couldn't help but shiver.

"What should I do now…"

Mo Hua politely declined.

Elder Yu deliberately frowned, "What I give you, you take!"

Mo Hua had no choice but to accept; only then did Elder Yu nod and pull Yu Chengyi over, saying:

"This is your Uncle Yu. If you ever run into trouble, go to him—don't be formal with him."

Under Mo Hua's dark, luminous gaze, Yu Chengyi was at a loss, so he forced a smile and said:

"Yes, if you ever have trouble, just find your Uncle Yu—no need to be formal."

Yu Chengyi, still under Mo Hua's gaze, didn't know what to say, so he repeated his father's words again.

Elder Yu was exasperated—this foolish son couldn't even speak properly!

Mo Hua thanked him: "Thank you, Elder Yu! Thank you, Uncle Yu!"

Elder Yu nodded with satisfaction, then patted Mo Hua's small shoulder.

"Focus on your cultivation, master the arrays—we won't disturb you further."

With that, he led Yu Chengyi away.

Mo Hua had initially felt uneasy, thinking Elder Yu was annoyed by how slowly he drew the arrays; now seeing the elder not only didn't mind but seemed pleased, he finally sighed in relief.

Mo Hua happily presented the gift from Elder Yu to his father, Mo Shan.

"Dad, this is what Elder Yu gave me—please keep it for me."

Mo Shan nodded, took the storage bag, glanced at it, then suddenly froze:

"Who gave you this?"

"Elder Yu," Mo Hua replied, puzzled.

"Elder Yu?" Mo Shan frowned. "The one who just came in… that Elder Yu?"

"Yes, in Xiancheng, there's only one Elder Yu," Mo Hua said, confused.

Mo Shan was stunned—the Elder Yu, known for his foul temper, stern expression, and stinginess, who never gave a single coin… gave a gift?!

And to his son?

Mo Shan was utterly bewildered, speechless.

Fifth watch ended~