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Elder Yu shouted a few more harsh words at Qian Hong.

Qian Hong, in his unbalanced state of mind, was about to act recklessly when, at that critical moment, disciples from the Dao Court arrived.

Elder Yu had previously sent someone to notify the Dao Court, fearing that the Qian family might not know their place.

More than ten disciples from the Dao Court arrived, led by the highest-ranking Supervisor. There were also Deputy Supervisors and several Elders, including Zhang Lan.

The intervention of the Dao Court meant that the matter was now settled.

Qian Hong could only lead the Qian family disciples away with resentment in his heart, his expression bitter and resentful,

Clearly, he would not let this go peacefully.

With a cold glare at Elder Yu, Qian Hong's eyes then glanced past Mo Hua, lingering on the other demon hunters, his mind constantly speculating.

Who among the demon hunters, especially the formation master who had caused him so much trouble, could it be?

All the demon hunters present were suspects, but Mo Hua, who was barely in his teens, was the first one he ruled out.

In Qian Hong's understanding, a formation master capable of crafting a first-grade formation, even if not yet gray-haired, would be well past middle age and at least at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Mo Hua, in terms of age and cultivation, was still not worthy of his attention.

Seeing that Qian Hong's gaze did not linger on Mo Hua, Elder Yu paid it no mind and let him guess as he pleased.

"You can guess all you want. If you can figure this out, I swear I'll treat everyone with respect from now on and never curse again in my life!"

Elder Yu silently pledged.

Whether Qian Hong could figure it out or not, even now that he knew Mo Hua could craft a first-grade formation, it felt like a dream. If Mo Hua hadn't demonstrated his skill in front of him so many times, Elder Yu wouldn't have dared to believe it.

A formation master in his early teens was simply unimaginable.

Even if Qian Hong racked his brains, he couldn't possibly guess it.

With the Qian family gone, Elder Yu discussed matters with the Dao Court Supervisor.

Zhang Lan glanced over and saw Mo Hua again, sighing inwardly.

"This kid Mo Hua, wherever he is, there's trouble..."

"He hasn't missed a single bit of this commotion."

Mo Hua also noticed Zhang Lan and blinked at him, his big eyes shining brightly.

Zhang Lan shook his head, feeling somewhat helpless.

After finishing their discussion, Elder Yu looked pleased. He then instructed everyone to go home and rest, leaving further matters for later.

Mo Hua then went home with Mo Shan.

At the entrance of the eatery, Liu Ruhua tidied up the dishes and occasionally glanced towards the road, her expression a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Before long, Mo Shan appeared at the intersection, holding Mo Hua's hand.

Liu Ruhua quickly set down the dishes and hurriedly ran out of the doorway to meet Mo Hua, embracing him tightly as if afraid he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Mo Hua felt a bit embarrassed and said with a blush, "Mom, I'm fine."

Liu Ruhua carefully examined Mo Hua, noticing no injuries and a good complexion, though he looked slightly thinner. Only then did she relax.

Then she couldn't help but feel distressed. "You've been outside for so long, you must not have eaten enough. Have you finished everything I prepared for you?"

Mo Hua patted the empty bags, "All gone!"

Liu Ruhua nodded, "You're still young, you need to eat more."

"Yeah yeah," Mo Hua agreed.

Liu Ruhua looked at Mo Hua carefully again and smiled warmly, "Are you hungry? Mom made a lot of delicious food for you."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, his voice clear, "Mom, you're the best!"

Liu Ruhua smiled brightly and held Mo Hua's hand, leading him into the eatery.

Mo Shan, who had been neglected on the side, stood in place, shaking his head helplessly.

After enjoying a hearty meal, Mo Hua changed into clean clothes after bathing, then lay down on his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

During these days guarding the mine, although he hadn't engaged in direct combat, he had used spells for sneak attacks and deployed formations to confront enemies, which had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

Now back home, carefree and relaxed, he could finally have a good sleep.

Liu Ruhua prepared some wild fruits and pastries for Mo Hua. When she entered the room, she found him sleeping soundly with his chubby cheeks wet with drool, possibly dreaming of something delicious. She couldn't help but smile and shake her head.

She placed the wild fruits on the table and tucked Mo Hua in with the blanket, then couldn't resist looking at her son a few more times before quietly leaving.

When Mo Hua woke up and rubbed his eyes, he realized it was already dark outside. He heard voices nearby and walked into the living room, where Elder Yu and Yu Chengyi were discussing something with Mo Shan.

Elder Yu saw Mo Hua and waved to him warmly, signaling him to come over.

Mo Hua was puzzled. "Elder, what are you discussing?"

Elder Yu replied, "We're discussing the distribution of spiritual stones."

"Can I listen too?"

Elder Yu nodded. "You have a share too."

Mo Hua pulled up a small chair and sat down. Elder Yu continued, "We've mined out the spiritual mine this time, but the spiritual stones inside are impure and irregular, unsuitable for direct use. They need to be handed over to the Dao Court, where they will be exchanged at a certain ratio for standardized spiritual stones. These spiritual stones are free from impurities, crafted to specification, suitable for circulation and cultivation..."

"Of course, the Dao Court will take a cut, and they will also need some spiritual stones for administrative purposes. Even so, what we'll receive will still be a substantial amount of spiritual stones."

"Based on the magnitude of contributions, the spiritual mine will be divided into four categories: A, B, C, and D. Portions will be distributed monthly to all demon hunters for their cultivation and daily needs."

"Among them, Mo Shan has earned a Category A merit, so he'll receive Category A shares of spiritual stones. Mo Hua, you're also in Category A."

Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. "I'm in Category A too?"

Elder Yu nodded. "Originally, you should have received a bit more, but considering that your family already has a Category A share, it wouldn't be appropriate to give you more."

In Elder Yu's mind, Mo Hua's contributions were far beyond Category A.

Whether it was repelling the Qian family's spiritual cultivators with fireball spells, forcing hidden practitioners into action, or using formations to help defend and escape, Mo Hua had played a crucial role in the battle.

However, according to the traditions of demon hunters, they could only allocate up to Category A shares at most, and Elder Yu couldn't make an exception.

Mo Hua didn't mind too much; he was already happy with the Category A shares. After all, although he used spells and formations from behind the scenes, the direct combat was done by everyone else.

The demon hunters bled, got injured, and fought desperately.

Mo Hua merely assisted from the sidelines.

Mo Hua suddenly thought of something and looked a bit crestfallen. "This time, many people must have sacrificed..."

Elder Yu patted Mo Hua's head. "Casualties are inevitable; you don't have to blame yourself."

Mo Hua understood in his heart, but he still felt a bit sad.

Elder Yu said, "Life involves death—whether from natural causes, illness, disaster, or hunting demons. Compared to others, those who died defending the spiritual mine will receive more compensation for their families. This is already the best outcome."

Mo Hua nodded silently.

Elder Yu looked at Mo Hua and sighed. "Suffering is unavoidable. Over these years, demon hunters have always lived like this, but people always have to look forward."

Mo Hua nodded again. "Elder, I understand."

Elder Yu felt somewhat comforted and said nothing more.

Mo Hua, however, understood that the root of all suffering lay in weakness.

If he were powerful enough, the Qian family would not be a threat at all. If his formations were strong enough, the Qian family would be no match for him.

As long as his formations were powerful enough...

Mo Hua's gaze became determined, silently thinking:

"One day, within my formations, no cultivator will bleed or die ever again!"

(End of the Chapter)