Chapter 309: The Secret Manual of Fireball Technique

Does Heishan Village have a mastermind behind it all?

In the days that followed, Mo Hua would ponder this question whenever he had free time, but no matter how hard he thought, he found no leads; even if he tried to investigate, he had no clues to go on and no way to begin.

Mo Hua could only focus on his own matters: strengthening his spiritual sense, mastering more arrays, and learning more skills.

If some unforeseen event ever arose, he would at least have some confidence in his actions.

As for arrays, Mo Hua practiced the Reverse Qi Array every day.

Besides that, what else could he learn?

Mo Hua considered his options and suddenly remembered he still had a secret manual on Fireball Technique.

This manual was taken from the pale-faced demonic cultivator who kept watch at Heishan Village.

The pale-faced demonic cultivator practiced the Soul-Sucking Demonic Art, and his spells were actually mediocre—he relied entirely on this manual for his Fireball Technique to achieve considerable power.

Mo Hua used the tiger to devour the wolf, tricked the pale-faced man to death, and then picked up the Fireball Technique manual as a bonus.

"It's legitimate enough, but it's still Fireball Technique."

Mo Hua thought for a moment and said, "Is it because your spiritual sense is too weak?"

Mo Hua grew concerned and cast another Fireball Technique toward the pond.

The power of that Fireball Technique was so weak…

Mo Hua sighed in relief.

Mo Hua merely smiled, burying Gui Lao's malice deep in his heart.

Yet for some reason, that notebook of insights had ended up in the pale-faced demonic cultivator's hands.

Gui Lao took it, glanced at it once, and nodded:

Moreover, the Fireball Technique he used looked strange—the color was deeper, a dark crimson, and the fireball was noticeably larger.

A deep explosion sounded.

Gui Lao shook his head: "There's a problem."

Gui Lao nodded: "The meridian diagram you saw isn't the method for condensing spells with spiritual sense. The simpler the meridians, the less spiritual sense is consumed, and the weaker the spell becomes."

"Thank you, Grandmaster Gui," Mo Hua said gratefully.

Gui Lao said: "No need to worry."

"The Dao has many paths, but all lead to the same destination," Gui Lao said calmly.

Mo Hua leaned over his small desk, pulled out his storage bag, and dug out the Fireball Technique manual.

Mo Hua silently resolved to study it thoroughly and master the Fireball Technique to its utmost limit.

This "Notes on Fireball Technique" wasn't the pale-faced man's own—it was probably stolen from someone he killed.

For a moment, Mo Hua didn't know whether he had truly learned it, hadn't learned it, or had learned it wrong…

Mo Hua began studying the stronger Fireball Technique according to the meridian diagram in the notes.

Mo Hua froze, slowly opening his mouth wide.

At parting, Gui Lao's usually expressionless face revealed a rare hint of reluctance.

The meridian diagram for this Fireball Technique was simple—Mo Hua had expected it to be hard to learn.

Mo Hua couldn't help thinking: perhaps there were many cultivators in this world with such determination but no talent.

It also recorded all his personal insights on using the Fireball Technique within the meridian diagram.

He had low talent, poor elemental roots, his cultivation art was naturally weak, and the only spell he could learn was this Fireball Technique.

The power of this was completely beyond his expectations.

He feared triggering some problem, and his home wasn't a place to test spells.

Mo Hua read through the entire notebook in one go and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

Then he suddenly thought: "The pond is destroyed like this—won't Mr. Shan be angry?"

Gui Lao didn't hesitate, and said directly:

Mo Hua asked: "Will there be any problems using it?"

The original owner of this manual should have been a brilliant genius, yet now he was unknown, even dying without a trace.

A dark crimson fireball condensed at Mo Hua's fingertip, and with a sudden sound, shot toward the pond.

Mo Hua had a faint suspicion.

It looked strange…

Mo Hua grew concerned, then felt puzzled: "Why did the color darken and the fireball grow larger?"

Gui Lao said calmly: "No harm."

Then Mo Hua was thoroughly worried.

But due to his humble origins, poor elemental roots, and lack of transmission, he could only let such talent wither or bury it.

Mo Hua and Gui Lao played another intense game of Go, but after so long, neither of their skills had improved at all.

Mo Hua was stunned.

Even for the same spell, if the effects are identical, the meridian diagrams passed down always differ.

Mo Hua's spirit lifted instantly.

"Correct."

"Not right?"

Mo Hua's Fireball Technique flew into the pond; the entire pond's space twisted, then dissolved the fireball as if nothing had happened.

Just as Mo Hua didn't know what to do, he turned and saw Gui Lao standing silently before him, gazing at the pond with an odd expression.

Mo Hua's heart leapt—Gui Lao said it was correct, so this Fireball Technique must truly be right.

The mystery of the method lies in the meridians of qi circulation.

Above the clear wind bamboo grove, on a tiny chessboard.

All spells, in essence, are driven by spiritual awareness, channeling spiritual energy from the dantian through specific meridians to form distinct spells.

At the end of the manuscript, simple and brief, a single sentence was written:

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Good!"

Mo Hua asked again, "But the fireball spell you cultivated seems a bit off…"

The Puppet Elder's expression was blank. "I have nothing to advise."

The pond remained murky, the waterweeds still lush, the fish still swam foolishly but leisurely.

What level of spell could produce such an effect?

"Your spiritual awareness is different."

This does not appear to be orthodox spell transmission, but rather a cultivator's personal insights on a spell.

"It's because he condensed the spell with his spiritual awareness."

"Yet you saw that pale-faced evil cultivator cast the fireball spell—it was only slightly stronger, the color not much deeper, the fireball not much larger…"

Until the sun set and dusk approached, Mo Hua prepared to return home, then rose to bid farewell to the Puppet Elder.

This question, Mo Hua pondered himself and could not understand; even if he figured it out, it might still be wrong—better to ask the Puppet Elder directly.

The manuscript bore the words "Insights on Fireball Spell," written in handwritten script, the cover rough, creased and folded many times.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then ran again to Mr. Zhuang's mountain dwelling, passed through the great bamboo grove, arrived at the pond's edge, ready as usual to practice with the fish in the pond.

Then the Puppet Elder swept his sleeve, and the scenery behind him reversed like ripples, returning to its original state.

This method can enhance the power of the fireball spell, transforming a common, unremarkable spell into one overlooked by most cultivators, yet possessing extraordinary lethality.

This manuscript, falling into the hands of the pale-faced evil cultivator, was used for trivial purposes—indeed, a pearl cast into darkness, a treasure wasted.

That time took far longer than I anticipated.

I may never again be able to seek guidance from Mr. Zhuang.

Mo Hua felt deeply regretful.

The cultivator who wrote these insights possessed unyielding will, meticulous thought, and focused dedication—all of which made Mo Hua feel ashamed.

"Where did you learn this fireball spell?" asked the Puppet Elder.

This time, there was no explosion.

Yet he spent only half a day and mastered it…

But he did not lose heart; he kept practicing, kept studying, even consulted and discussed with other spirit cultivators skilled in fireball spells, spending half his life until he finally discovered his own method of using the fireball spell.

Mo Hua took the Fireball Spell Insights from his storage pouch and handed it to the Puppet Elder. "I took it from the evil cultivator."

The original owner spent countless hours and effort gathering various fireball spell meridian diagrams, finally categorizing them, comparing each one, and independently summarizing them into the simplest, yet weakest, fireball spell meridian diagram.

As for its power, Mo Hua still dared not test it.

Besides the Puppet Elder, during those days, Mr. Zhuang often grew pensive and distracted.

In an instant, the pond water evaporated, the waterweeds burned black, the fish in the pond reduced to charred white bones.

Such a thin volume of insights must have taken immense blood, sweat, and tears to write…

The foolish fish in the pond still swam leisurely, utterly unaware of what was about to happen.

The Dao has no great or small; spells have no strong or weak; even a tiny spark can ignite a prairie fire.

Mo Hua looked at the now crystal-clear pond before him, feeling somewhat reluctant to act.

The original owner of the manuscript bore the surname Yang, merely an unusual spirit cultivator.

Mr. Zhuang… may soon leave Xiancheng…

Mo Hua opened the pages, glanced briefly, and understood the general idea.

With a flick of his finger, a strange fireball moved according to Mo Hua's will, instantly shooting into the pond.

Seeing Mo Hua's startled expression, the Puppet Elder's eyes revealed a faint, barely noticeable smile, then said to Mo Hua:

"Spiritual awareness condensation?"

One day, let every cultivator in the cultivation world know the power of the fireball spell!

Some meridians are not main channels, while others are minor collateral channels with entry and exit points.

"It's like a formation…" Mo Hua remarked.

The Puppet Elder, slightly surprised, said, "Show me again."

"Grandpa Puppet… this…"

Once I master the fireball spell further, with stealth spells for concealment, Water-Flow Step for evasion, Water Prison for trapping enemies, and fireball for offense, my abilities will be fully rounded.

The Puppet Elder turned to leave, then suddenly asked, "Would you like to play a game of go?"

But later, with so many things happening, Mo Hua forgot about it.

The Puppet Elder nodded. "Spiritual awareness at Foundation Establishment level naturally produces different condensed spells."

Mo Hua was slightly surprised; unless idle, the Puppet Elder rarely invited him to play go.

The Puppet Elder spoke succinctly.

The Puppet Elder's spellcraft is profound—he must know the secret.

Mo Hua calmed his mind, focused his spirit, channeled spiritual energy, and soon a deep red, yet exquisitely refined fireball spell formed.