Chapter 383

Sun Ze laughed flippantly, "Kid, you've got quite the mouth. I'll give you one piece of advice: best not meddle in what doesn't concern you."

Mo Hua replied calmly:

"Do I offend your Sun family by drawing arrays for these scattered cultivators?"

Sun Ze sneered, lifting his head to shout loudly:

"This Thousand Lantern Town is my Sun family's territory! Without our permission, no one is allowed to draw arrays for these scattered cultivators!"

His words were meant both for Mo Hua and for the surrounding farmers of Thousand Lantern Town.

Sun Ze cast another cold glance at Mo Hua:

"We Sun family treated you kindly, but you refuse our goodwill and dare to push your luck."

"We turned a blind eye when you drew one array for them—considered it unseen."

"But now you've gone too far, meddling where you shouldn't."

"You've been at it too long, your technique is clumsy, your control is poor—give them some leeway."

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

"Boy, you've got some guts. But you're young, inexperienced—you don't know how treacherous the cultivation world is, how deceitful men can be."

A bizarre sense of fear surged into his heart.

How could a mere Qi Condensation Stage One cultivator knock down so many of our Sun family cultivators?

Che Zhen's expression shifted uncertainly; after a moment, he made up his mind and smiled sinisterly:

"You'll suffer retribution for this."

"One array costs ten spirit stones. You've drawn so many for them—our Sun family has lost hundreds of spirit stones. How do you plan to settle this debt?"

Several Sun family cultivators broke through the crowd and advanced toward Mo Hua—only a few feet away now.

"What do you know? This is an Array Master!" Sun Ze said arrogantly.

The farmer stood alone outside the spirit field, his sides littered with the fallen bodies of Sun family cultivators.

Body technique?

The farmer found it utterly absurd.

Miao only tills the land, knows nothing of Dao arts, and is a young boy—naturally no match for Sun family cultivators.

The last Sun family brute, seeing Ding Dachuan trembling and trying to appear weak, smiled condescendingly and reached out a large hand to grab him.

The villagers murmured among themselves.

The farmer suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said:

Each fireball struck one Sun family cultivator, and each one inflicted serious injury.

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened; he was about to raise his hand when he suddenly froze.

Che Zhen's eyes grew cold and dark; he gave a signal to several nearby cultivators.

What's going on?

Mo Hua stood calmly, raising his hand slowly, launching volley after volley of Fireball Technique.

"Our Sun family is doing them a favor by drawing arrays for these farmers—it's their honor! We charge only ten spirit stones; they should be grateful! What more could they want?"

When Che Zhen opened his eyes again, he saw a pale, delicate face—so familiar it sent shivers down his spine.

So fast, so accurate, and with such devastating power?

Che Zhen blinked, then his face darkened, his gaze turning sinister.

Che Zhen thrashed like a fish caught in a net, desperately struggling.

The brute's charge came to an abrupt halt.

What is that?

I once thought that look was merely cold—but now, I find it terrifying.

The farmer raised an eyebrow. "Trying to rebel?"

Pale blue water-elemental spiritual energy materialized out of thin air, instantly coalescing into chains that bound the farmer tightly.

The Sun family brute also sneered, stomped hard on the ground, and lunged toward Mo Hua.

Ding Miao also said: "Farmer, don't think you can bully us."

Enough to knock them down seven or eight times over.

Within the spirit field, in the blink of an eye, only the farmer remained.

Several Sun family cultivators immediately moved to attack.

What the hell is that? Fireball Technique?!

When he looked again, Mo Hua was already seven or eight zhang away.

Was it because Mo Hua drew the array for my grandfather? Or because he gave me chicken? Or maybe the pastry?

Suddenly, Che Zhen snapped back to awareness—he realized Mo Hua was watching him, eyes glistening yet murky, carrying an indescribable, ambiguous meaning.

"Charge together! Close in and restrain him—don't give him a chance to cast spells!"

After saying this, the brute secretly signaled Mo Hua with his eyes, urging him to flee first.

But they dared not advance further.

The Sun family cultivators nodded and split into eight directions—front and back, surrounding Mo Hua to kill him.

Mo Hua's words struck a nerve.

The farmer scoffed: "Ding Miao, don't meddle in what doesn't concern you."

The brute said: "Che Zhen, if you've got a problem, take it out on us—don't harass Mr. Ding."

Mo Hua, still holding Sun Ze, stepped forward calmly.

In an instant, deep red fireballs coalesced, emitting faint sizzling sounds.

Mo Hua glanced at Sun Ze with a faint look, exuding an air of condescension.

Mo Hua smiled slightly, silently thinking to himself.

Only Ding Miao could hold out for a moment, but he was quickly knocked to the ground.

Several Sun family cultivators sweat broke out on their backs; they turned to look at Su Ze, silently asking what they should do.

It felt like being struck by a massive spiritual force during travel—chest tight, cold, and suffocating.

Ding Dachuan, though trembling with fear, clenched his face and stood behind Mo Hua.

"I heard he's going to teach you how to behave?"

"What a bad child…"

Mo Hua glanced at the array patterns on Tian Geng. "To engrave one array costs less than one spirit stone. How dare your Sun family charge ten?"

The two stared blankly.

That big ghost seemed to have some connection with Mo Hua—he didn't grab him as a hostage, didn't threaten, and didn't even try to escape.

Amid the blazing firelight, the big man rolled his eyes, his body collapsing like a deflated leather ball, falling heavily.

"You big ghost, dying now and spouting nonsense?"

Foundation Establishment spiritual sense, compressed and dissolved Fireball Technique—even a first-rank Qi Condensation cultivator shouldn't underestimate it.

But in an instant, his hand grasped nothing.

The Spirit Farmer spat and cursed:

Other carts also rushed over, trying to block the Sun family cultivators.

I've figured it out—I can't run away.

"You worthless bones, won't you behave unless beaten?"

At this moment, it was time to gamble everything.

The Spirit Farmer turned and ran, but after only a few steps, he spun back, lunging toward Ding Dachuan, who stood gaping in shock at the fireball.

Mo Hua, however, showed them no courtesy—he raised his hand and shot two fireballs, zipping through the air, knocking them all down.

Mo Hua had drawn arrays for them—it was a tremendous favor. They naturally didn't want their conflict with the Sun family to drag Mo Hua into it.

Before he could reach behind Sun Ze, Mo Hua clenched his palm in the air, reaching out from afar.

That seven-zhang distance was enough for Mo Hua to unleash seven or eight fireballs.

Even his gaze, his intent, couldn't escape Mo Hua's perception.

But Mo Hua stood in place, expression calm, merely watching the Spirit Farmer, as if deep in thought.

The Spirit Farmer barely had time to cross his arms over his face—then came a thunderous boom. Dizzy and blinded, he collapsed instantly, unconscious.

"What status does an Array Master hold? These people are utterly unworthy to even aspire to it!"

Afterward, Mo Hua deemed it insufficient and added one more to each.

But Mo Hua acted as if he heard nothing.

"Are you people even worthy to be called Array Masters?"

Especially the one mocking me—a ten-year-old young cultivator.

The two felt great joy—but before they could act, their vision blurred, and Mo Hua vanished.

The Sun family cultivators fell one after another.

"Today, I'll show kindness—I'll teach you manners, and how to behave!"

Waves of flame exploded, shredding the big man's clothes, charring his flesh.

For a moment, the two were caught in a bind.

I can only engrave seven array lines—technically, I'm not even an Array Master.

"Your Sun family is going too far!"

After fainting, he drifted in and out of consciousness, thinking:

The deep red fireballs never missed.

But every move he made was crystal clear within Mo Hua's spiritual sense.

Fireballs howled, flames erupted.

"Damn, it really hurts…"

…

…

The Sun family big man froze.

"Fireball Technique! He's a Spirit Cultivator!"

The Spirit Farmer chuckled again:

"Mr. Mo, take care!"

In the end, only two cultivators managed to reach Mo Hua's front.

Ding Da Chuan's heart ached; he could only cry out slowly:

"To be hit by a Fireball Technique… this is what it feels like…"

After he barely broke free from the Water Prison Technique, his peripheral vision caught a fireball flying toward him—instantly reaching his face.

Mo Hua held the Thousand-Jun Club, standing behind him, speaking clearly:

Halfway there, he was blocked by a big man.

Several tall, horse-riding Sun family cultivators walked toward Mo Hua.

But they dared not flee—otherwise, they'd expose their backs to Mo Hua.

He noticed that Che Zhen, who had been following behind him, now stood protectively in front of him, arms wide open, as if trying to shield him.

Although I'm too lazy to learn formation arts, too lazy to draw them, and terrible at drawing them, I still allow others to mock me as a Formation Master.

Mo Hua's gaze flickered, then he raised his hand heavily.

Is that really a spell a human could use?

"Not only do you bully you, but Big Mister even helps you draw formations out of kindness—and yet the Sun family just lets it happen."

Mo Hua's spiritual sense stirred slightly, and the fireball shot forth with a howl, moving at an excruciatingly slow speed, carving a vivid streak of flame through the air before slamming into the big man's chest.

The Spirit Farmers were utterly stunned.

What exactly was that Fireball Spell?

Mo Hua laid Zhen on the ground, patted my head, then turned to face the arrogant Sun family cultivators, his tone furious but his eyes glinting with cold light:

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