Chapter 1279: Chapter 737: Sword Array_3
This is…
The Situ Family’s Sword Dao Heritage: Li Fire Sword Array!
A heritage directly passed down from Situ Sword Ancestor’s Li Fire Sword Technique, at least the most critical inheritance among Second Grade Li Fire Sword Techniques.
And now, this secret sword array has been calculated by Mo Hua and fully restored…
Mo Hua raised his head and glanced at Situ Jian in the distance, who was completely unaware and still focused on using Sword Qi to strike at wooden puppets. After pondering briefly, Mo Hua erased the sword array he had just recorded.
At the sa ti, he also forced himself to forget the Li Fire Sword Array within his mind.
This sword array must not be retained.
Sword arrays are the secrets of sword Dao families.
If this Li Fire Sword Array is leaked, disaster will inevitably befall the Situ Family.
Although Situ Jian is innocent and unaware, cannot be blad, ultimately the sword array leaked because of him, and he cannot absolve himself of responsibility.
If that happens, he’ll be caught in a difficult situation.
Since Situ calls him Junior Brother and trusts him, he absolutely cannot betray him.
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
The Li Fire Sword Array on the diagram was erased, and the Li Fire Sword Array in his mind was forcibly forgotten.
Mo Hua felt sowhat at ease and then said, “Situ, it’s done.”
Situ Jian stopped his hands and said, a bit bewildered:
“Is it finished?”
“Yes.” Mo Hua nodded and smiled: “I’ll treat you to sothing delicious!”
Situ Jian politely declined a few tis but eventually joined Mo Hua for a banquet at the disciples’ dining hall.
Though he wasn’t greedy for such culinary pleasures, when Junior Brother treated, he certainly wouldn’t refuse.
And thus, Mo Hua invited Situ Jian to enjoy a hearty spiritual al in the second-floor dining hall of the Disciple’s Residence.
Yu Er naturally joined in, along with Yang Qianjun, Hao Xuan, Xie Ling, and Cheng Mo, who took the opportunity to eat as well.
During the al, the hosts and guests were delighted.
However, Mo Hua paid special attention to Cheng Mo, even going so far as to order a plate of pork knuckles and place it before Cheng Mo, saying, “Cheng Mo, eat more.”
Cheng Mo was a bit stunned by the favor but also sowhat confused, asking, “Junior Brother, weren’t you treating Situ Jian? Why are you constantly asking to eat more…”
Mo Hua replied, “Because next, it’s your turn to help.”
Cheng Mo glanced at the glistening, spicy pork knuckles in front of him, patted his chest, and promised:
“Junior Brother, rest assured, whatever it is, I’ll take care of it for you.”
Mo Hua nodded and said, “Then eat more, you’ll need to be full before getting beaten up.”
Cheng Mo, midway through chomping a pork knuckle, froze in shock.
“Beaten… up?”
“Yes,” Mo Hua nodded, “beaten up.”
…
Two days later, during the break period, at Refining Demon Mountain, Mo Hua adorned Cheng Mo with three layers of armor: one layer of Kejin Armor, one layer of Soft Silk Armor, and one layer of Refined Iron Armor.
“Later, I’ll call soone from the Sever Gold Sect to duel with you. Be arrogant, don’t aim to win, just stall them. The longer you hold out, the better.”
Cheng Mo looked bitterly displeased.
Hao Xuan was utterly puzzled, asking, “Junior Brother, what are you trying to do?”
Mo Hua teased with a grin, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Hao Xuan nodded, half comprehending, half confused.
Mo Hua patted Cheng Mo’s shoulder again, saying, “You’ll have to endure, take so hits. These three layers of armor are specially crafted—they can’t completely block Sword Qi but can reduce Golden Spiritual Power and Strength. You’re sturdy and strong, you should be able to hold out for a while.”
Cheng Mo looked at Mo Hua with a face full of grievance.
Mo Hua took on a serious expression and said, “This matter is of utmost importance. It concerns the territory dispute between our Taixu Gate and Sever Gold Sect disciples and the future profits of Monster Hunting. Such a critical responsibility can only be entrusted to you!”
Cheng Mo seed skeptical, “Really…”
“I’m your Junior Brother, how could I fool you?” asked Mo Hua.
Cheng Mo’s expression beca sowhat complicated.
Mo Hua decided to incentivize him further: “If you go take those hits, I’ll reward you with rit Points—100 rit Points for every hour you endure!”
Cheng Mo was montarily stunned, “Really?”
Mo Hua nodded and said, “Imdiate paynt.”
Cheng Mo suddenly beca bashful, “That’s too generous, Junior Brother, you don’t have to spend so much…”
“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll find soone else.”
“Wait!” Cheng Mo exclaid, “Other disciples can’t endure as well as I can; this kind of demanding task is obviously best suited for .”
Then he reconfird, “One hour equals 100 rit Points, right…”
“That’s correct,” replied Mo Hua. “If you drag it out for five hours, that’s 1,000 rit Points!”
1,000 rit Points!
Cheng Mo’s eyes glowed red with excitent.
Even Situ Jian and the others standing nearby envied him, but they weren’t as robust as Cheng Mo in Blood Qi, nor could they endure the hits, so they couldn’t earn these rit Points.
Cheng Mo eagerly vowed:
“Junior Brother, don’t worry, even if you asked to climb a mountain of swords or plunge into boiling seas, as long as it’s your command, I, Cheng Mo, wouldn’t so much as flinch!”
“Alright,” Mo Hua sighed with mild exasperation. “Enough bragging, prepare ahead of ti. Take so pills to replenish Blood Qi, I’ll go find soone to beat you.”
Cheng Mo foolishly grinned and replied, “Alright!”
Mo Hua left the group, concealing his figure as he wandered Refining Demon Mountain, searching for his chosen target.
It wasn’t long before he discovered the Sever Gold Sect pretty boy.
The Sever Gold Sect disciple “Song Jian” was wearing a grim expression, leading ten other Sever Gold Sect disciples as they scoured the mountain.
Mo Hua revealed himself and called out, “Pretty boy!”
Song Jian visibly froze for a mont before noticing Mo Hua standing alone, ten paces away. He looked at him incredulously.
This brat dared to show up right in front of him alone?!
Song Jian’s pale face turned crimson with anger.
This was clearly not taking him seriously!
This was outrageous!
Song Jian waved his hand and coldly commanded, “Grab him, and beat him to death!”
The other Sever Gold Sect disciples imdiately rushed at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua called out, “Don’t you want your sword?”
“Stop!” Song Jian instantly shouted.
The Sever Gold Sect disciples abruptly halted, frozen in their tracks.
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