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He faintly guessed that among the cultivators employed by the Qian Family, there was one who excelled in the Concealment Technique and was attacking in secret, so he became much more cautious with his moves, trying not to leave any openings.

At the same time, he paid attention to the battlefield, looking for any traces of this cultivator.

Although Mo Shan was sharp in observation, his Divine Sense was not so strong; thus, he could not see through the Concealment Technique.

Just then, he saw a fireball!

At a glance, he recognized it as the Fireball Technique used by his son, Mo Hua.

And after the Fireball Technique was launched, it exploded a short and petite Black-Clothed Cultivator out of a space that had previously appeared empty.

“Mo Hua’s Divine Sense can perceive this Hidden cultivator!”

Mo Shan’s spirit was lifted; he kept an eye out for the Fireball Technique while battling with the Qian Family’s cultivators.

Indeed, every time a fireball flew by, the stealth attacks from the Black-Clothed Cultivator would be interrupted and he would briefly become visible.

Mo Shan silently took note, quietly waiting for the Black-Clothed Cultivator to expose an opening.

Just now, the heart of the Black-Clothed Cultivator became perturbed, his Spiritual Power became chaotic, and his figure was revealed.

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Shan grabbed his shoulder and fiercely slammed the Black-Clothed Cultivator to the ground.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator, proficient in stealth and malevolent in attack, did not have a strong physique; with this slam, his bones broke, and he spat out fresh blood, feeling a chill in his heart.

A cultivator who practices the Concealment Technique, once his movements are detected, it means a great disaster is imminent!

Especially on a battlefield where several cultivators are mixed in combat.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator, enduring agonizing pain, tried to circulate his Spiritual Power to enact the Concealment Technique again.

Yu Chengyi seized the moment and rushed over with large strides, delivering a heavy kick to his abdomen.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator felt his internal organs shift, his body curled up, and was kicked far away by this foot, landing right in the midst of a group of Monster Hunters.

The Monster Hunters were already simmering with anger; seeing this, they all greeted the Black-Clothed Cultivator with their knives.

By the time the Qian Family’s cultivators arrived and managed to rescue the Black-Clothed Cultivator, he was already covered in knife wounds, barely clinging to life.

Elder Yu watched with glee and laughed heartily.

Without that Hidden cultivator, the Qian Family could only be slowly whittled away.

Elder Yu couldn’t help but take another look at Mo Hua.

He thought to himself that this kid Mo Hua, with his exquisite use of the Fireball Technique, both fast and accurate, might indeed become an incredible Spiritual Cultivator in the future.

Now he was still young, with a low cultivation level and weak spiritual power, so his Fireball Technique could only be considered tricky and unconventional, used to interrupt or confuse the battle.

If his cultivation became higher in the future and the power of his Fireball Technique was not to be underestimated, and you were suddenly targeted at your heart or Qi Sea…

You wouldn’t even know where he was.

Putting himself in the shoes of others, Elder Yu thought about it and found it quite troublesome just by thinking about it.

At the same time, Qian Zhongxuan was furious.

It was the Fireball Technique again!

He was originally watching the spectacle, enjoying the Black-Clothed Cultivator toy with the Monster Hunters, watching each Monster Hunter fall one by one, and thinking about how Elder Yu Changlin must be feeling frustrated and helpless yet incapable of doing anything.

In the blink of an eye, the one feeling frustrated and helpless was him!

Qian Zhongxuan’s gaze turned cold, and he suddenly released his Divine Sense; he wanted to see who exactly was using the Fireball Technique!

Just as his Divine Sense was about to reach Mo Hua, Elder Yu suddenly appeared, shielding Mo Hua.

Qian Zhongxuan felt his Divine Sense blocked and upon a closer look, it was again Elder Yu Changlin’s old face!

Elder Yu looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, Qian Zhongxuan sensed danger and immediately shouted through clenched teeth, “Retreat!”

Qian Zhongxuan was getting quite proficient at shouting this “Retreat.”

Seeing Qian Zhongxuan withdrawing, and no longer having his Divine Sense spying, Elder Yu then embraced Mo Hua and leaped into the mineshaft.

“In the future, we must be more careful and never take risks; if it’s not necessary to make a move, don’t do it,” Elder Yu advised.

He was afraid that Mo Hua’s actions would be noticed by the Qian Family and, knowing Qian Zhongxuan’s petty nature, he reckoned the old man might shamelessly cause trouble for Mo Hua.

“Uh-huh,” nodded Mo Hua with his little head, “either don’t make a move, but if I do, it’s for the opponent’s life!”

Mo Hua spoke with a childlike voice, full of spite.

Elder Yu couldn’t help but laugh, “Who taught you that?”

“My dad did!”

Elder Yu nodded with a smile, “Well said! The Cultivation World is perilous, either don’t act, but once you do, show no mercy. Your dad taught you well!”

Pride swelled in Mo Hua as his dad was praised, and he nodded in agreement.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator was crippled, Qian Zhongxuan called a retreat, and the Qian Family cultivators slunk away in defeat. Yet during their withdrawal, they were ambushed by the Monster Hunter, and many were wounded or lost.

Now Qian Zhongxuan was really in a fix, his investment had gone to waste, his forces were reduced, and the spiritual mine seemed to be out of the question.

He had lost all standing within his clan.

Qian Zhongxuan seethed with anger.

He despised Elder Yu Changlin, that old bastard; he resented the carelessness of the hired cultivators and cursed the incompetence of his own men.

But what bothered him the most was who was helping the Monster Hunter with the Formation Painting and who was secretly casting spells?

Which Formation Master would stoop so low as to help these poor Monster Hunters with drawing Formations?

And what cultivator would use such weak but tricky and weird Fireball Techniques?

If it weren’t for the Formations and the Fireball Technique, he would have taken control of the spiritual mines long ago.

Qian Zhongxuan was baffled and could only vent his frustrations on Qian Zhuang, berating him so fiercely that he was drenched in a metaphorical bloodbath.

Were it not for his incompetence, how would he himself be stuck with these messes!

He had originally discussed with the Family Head that if he secured the spiritual mines, he would get an extra ten percent of the Spirit Stones. Now, even if he were to get twenty percent more, it couldn’t make up for his losses.

The more Qian Zhongxuan thought about it, the angrier he got.

In a low voice, Qian Zhuang asked, “Elder, what do we do now?”

He was trying to divert attention so that Qian Zhongxuan would stop focusing on how to scold him.

Qian Zhongxuan furrowed his brows, not having thought of a solution yet when wails suddenly came from outside the camp.

They were the injured members of the Qian Family and the hired cultivators.

Sighing, Qian Zhongxuan waved his sleeve and said helplessly, “Let’s save the wounded first.”

In the empty space outside the camp, the ground was littered with the injured, and cries of agony filled the air.

The Black-Clothed Cultivator was also being treated.

The Qian Family Pill Masters administered pills and applied herbs to his wounds, while also slowly cleansing the leftover spiritual power in his body and cutting off the hair singed by the Fireball Technique.

As his condition gradually stabilized, the Black-Clothed Cultivator slowly came to after a while.

His mind was a blank due to the pain, but slowly he began to recall the events of the day.

Flashes of different cultivators passed through his mind: the one who tripped him, the one who kicked him, the one who slashed at him haphazardly.

And of course, there was the cultivator who used the Fireball Technique!

A surge of resentment welled up inside the Black-Clothed Cultivator.

He had roamed the Second Grade Black Mountain State Boundary for over a hundred years, usually with smooth sailing and few failures. But now, he had been unexpectedly capsized in the gutter by a Fireball Technique.

That low-level Fireball Technique, the one with the power of a middle phase Qi Refinement!

Ambushed by a Fireball Technique!

A hundred-year-old cultivator, ambushed by a Fireball Technique!

It was a humiliation beyond compare!

Amidst the indignation, the Black-Clothed Cultivator was also puzzled.

How had he been ambushed, how had his Concealment Technique been broken, who was the one casting the Fireball Technique, and how could he have been targeted so precisely every time?

No matter how much the Black-Clothed Cultivator pondered, it didn’t make sense to him, and he felt an overwhelming frustration building up. Looking up at the sky, he spouted fresh blood from his mouth and roared unwillingly:

“Who the hell used the Fireball Technique?!”

As rage overtook him and his wounds ruptured again, his vision darkened and he fainted once more.