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“Is this… a spell?” a refinery apprentice stuttered.

Dazhu shook his head, he was also unclear about what had actually happened.

All he had seen was Mo Hua splashing Spiritual Ink on Qian Xing, who winced in pain and tried to grab Mo Hua. Mo Hua then kicked Qian Xing in return, but it was Mo Hua who was sent flying backward. Soon after, Qian Xing… exploded.

“Right, Mo Hua!”

The explosion had been so loud just now, it was unknown whether Mo Hua had sustained any injuries. Unlike body cultivators, it would be dangerous if Mo Hua had been caught in the blast.

Dazhu and the others hurried towards Mo Hua but, halfway there, they found that Mo Hua had already stood up on his own, even casually patting his bottom. Seeing Dazhu and the others, Mo Hua looked worried and asked,

“Brother Dazhu, are you all okay…”

The crowd: “…”

“Mo Hua, are you hurt?” Dazhu asked.

“Hmm, I’m fine, just got some scrapes, and my neck is a bit sore,” Mo Hua said, touching his neck where he still had some bruises from Qian Xing’s chokehold earlier.

What about Qian Xing?

It took Mo Hua a while to find Qian Xing, who was blackened and covered in blood, his fate unknown.

The power of the Earth Fire Formation turned out to be stronger than Mo Hua had expected. It hadn’t been noticeable when blowing up trees, but the effects on a person were quite obvious.

“Mo Hua, what exactly happened here…” Dazhu asked quietly.

Before Mo Hua could answer, a middle-aged cultivator arrived in a blink of an eye next to Qian Xing. With furrowed brows, after checking Qian Xing’s breath, he finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The middle-aged cultivator took out a few pills and shoved them into Qian Xing’s mouth, then swept his gaze around like a hawk, his voice cold as he asked, “Who did this?”

His voice, filled with Spiritual Power, buzzed in Mo Hua’s ears.

A Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator!

Mo Hua’s scalp tingled. He was about to step forward when Dazhu pulled him back and whispered, “Let the Qi Refining Ninth Level handle it. We don’t need to get involved.”

Sure enough, a burly man with a wolf pelt around his waist stepped out from the crowd and called out loudly, “Kids just messing around, Qian Zhongli, why are you making such a fuss because of your age?”

The middle-aged cultivator known as Qian Zhongli snorted coldly, “Is that how your kid plays games?”

The burly man laughed heartily, “If he had that kind of ability, I’d let him do whatever he wanted!”

Qian Zhongli said, “Don’t try to fob me off here. Hand over the person responsible, I need to give an explanation. Otherwise, you won’t get off lightly either.”

The laughter of the burly man ceased as his face dropped instantly, “Qian Zhongli, you son of a bitch, have I given you too much face? Being polite to you is giving you respect, don’t be shameless!”

“I’ll say it again, hand over the person! Don’t think I wouldn’t dare to act!”

Qian Zhongli said, restraining his rage.

“I’m saying it too, if I tell you to get lost, you better get lost. So what if you act? Am I supposed to be scared?”

The burly man was equally blunt.

Although Qian Zhongli talked tough, he genuinely held some fear for the burly man and didn’t dare to strike hastily, only threatening, “The Qian Family elders will be here soon. You don’t want to escalate this problem, it won’t be easy to clean up for everyone.”

“What, using your Qian Family clout to bully us loose cultivators, aren’t you?” retorted the burly man with a defiant attitude.

“You really want to take the lead on this?”

“Today you capture a person here, tomorrow you’ll be crapping on our heads. What kind of person your little Qian Family lord is, don’t you have a clue? I can ignore him bullying others, but if he gets beaten while bullying, it’s damn well his fault, and you damn well better not interfere!”

“The Qian Family does have Foundation Building cultivators…”

“So what? Only your Qian Family has Foundation Building cultivators? What about the Foundation Establishment Stage? Picking on the younger Qi Refinement generation for fun? Did you spend your years cultivating for nothing?” the burly man cursed. “Do I need to speak out the disgraceful deeds your Qian Family did to get where you are today?”

Knowing he couldn’t outtalk the man, and with no idea what else the burly man might say, Qian Zhongli replied,

“Fine, I don’t need the man for now. But you tell me first, what exactly happened here? What methods were used to hurt the third young master?”

“Isn’t it clear?” the burly man chuckled. “Your little bastard lord tried to use a spell to bully others, but his skills weren’t up to scratch. Instead of hitting his target, he blew himself up into this ghostly mess! Can’t you see that for yourself, or were those eyes just for show?”

The big man closed his eyes and spouted nonsense, deflecting blame very effectively, and Qian Zhongli nearly vomited blood as he listened.

Since when could Qian Xing cast any spells? Even if he could, he was only at the middle phase of Qi Refinement, what kind of spell could cause such a commotion?

“Don’t spout nonsense!” Qian Zhongli said angrily.

“Then you tell me, what’s going on? Among these people, can you find a single cultivator capable of casting a spell with such might?”

The big man pointed towards Mo Hua, “If you can find one, I won’t say another word, and let you take them away!”

Qian Zhongli was at a loss for words.

Among these cultivators, the highest level was only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement; none of them had enough spiritual power to use such spells. Though a few had the cultivation, it was clear at a glance they were Body Cultivators. Body Cultivators attack with martial arts and skills, which are completely different from the spells of Spiritual Cultivators.

Qian Zhongli repeatedly swept over with his Divine Sense, beginning to doubt himself; could it be that the person who injured young master Qian Xing really wasn’t among them? Indeed, it didn’t seem like anyone here could cast such a spell.

Mo Hua, mingling in the crowd, shrank his head a little. There were no spell casters, but there was one who knew about Formations…

Nevertheless, Mo Hua, at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, hadn’t even caught Qian Zhongli’s eye.

“What now? Nothing to say, right?” the big man asked with a sneer.

Qian Zhongli frowned, “Regardless, I need an explanation.”

The big man’s temper flared, “Fuck your explanation, looking for trouble, are you? Then let’s talk with our cultivation, let’s see if I can beat you into crying for your parents or if you end up crawling on the ground, searching for your teeth!”

The big man drew out a bloodthirsty Wolf Fang Club, its tips stained with dark red blood, emitting a sinister monster Qi. It was obvious that many Monster Beasts had died under it.

Qian Zhongli didn’t want to fight, but now there was no choice but to fight. He drew his sword, with his spiritual power surging all over his body, appearing stronger in cultivation, but facing the big man sneering with the Wolf Fang Club, he had not an ounce of confidence.

Right then, someone called for them to stop, and a cultivator in the robes of the Taoist Court approached, Mo Hua looked carefully – it was actually Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan, usually idle and uncommitted, now in the robes of the Taoist Court, actually held quite a bit of authority.

“This matter will be handled by the Taoist Court,” Zhang Lan said with an air of official business.

“Court Leader Zhang, this matter…” Qian Zhongli began, but Zhang Lan raised his hand to stop him, “I’ve said it, the Taoist Court will handle this. Unrelated people, stand down!”

Qian Zhongli was reluctant to step back, and the big man remained dauntless, resulting in a stalemate between the two.

Zhang Lan’s gaze sharpened as he glanced at the big man wrapped in wolf skin, “We should not escalate this matter,” then he turned to Qian Zhongli, “nor should you bring shame upon your clan.”

Qian Zhongli gritted his teeth and bowed, “I defer to the Supervisor’s judgment!”

The big man also bowed his fists, then glanced at Mo Hua and waved dismissively, “Little brat, what are you staring at? Get lost quickly!”

Mo Hua and the others wisely slipped away.

Dazhu and the rest got into a fight and were more or less injured. Mo Hua led them to seek Mr. Feng for treatment. Qian Zhongli took the seriously injured Qian Xing away, giving not even a glance at the other Qian Family disciples.

Seeing this, the big man chuckled coldly and also sauntered off.

Soon after, several Tribunal Cultivators arrived and, under Zhang Lan’s command, cleaned up the scene.

Zhang Lan had originally been slacking nearby and rushed over after hearing the explosion, arriving to see Qian Zhongli and the big man in a standoff, with no clear idea of what had actually happened.

But being a Supervisor of the Taoist Court, he couldn’t just ignore everything. When it was time to make an appearance, he needed to put on at least a convincing show.

After carefully searching the scene, Zhang Lan looked at the Spiritual Ink on the ground and at the Formation Paper that was almost burnt to ashes, and murmured, “Could it be a Formation?”

Who would use such a Formation?

Formations weren’t something every cultivator could learn, especially not in a small place like Tongxian City.

Zhang Lan recalled the curious little face of Mo Hua that had fleetingly appeared in the crowd.

He had originally thought Mo Hua was just mixed in to watch the excitement, but now a somewhat absurd idea suddenly emerged, making Zhang Lan’s eyelids involuntarily twitch.

“No way, that kid couldn’t be that eerie, right…”