Yu Chengwu

Yu Chengwu was slightly stunned, feeling somewhat annoyed.

But after some thought, what Mo Hua said made sense. No matter how incompatible he was with Mo Shan, he shouldn't be petty enough to quibble with Mo Hua.

Moreover, to contend with Mo Shan's son, at the very least, showed inferiority in character compared to Mo Shan.

"Alright, you're right. I won't argue with you," Yu Chengwu conceded.

Mo Hua then asked, "Do you have a Wolf Tooth Club?"

Yu Chengwu nodded, "Yes, I do."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "Can I see it?"

Yu Chengwu was somewhat reluctant, but seeing Mo Hua's curious and eager eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse. After a moment of hesitation, he took out the Wolf Tooth Club from his storage bag and placed it on the ground for Mo Hua to see.

The Wolf Tooth Club was five or six feet long with spikes on it, made of refined iron, resembling wolf teeth, and stained with dark blood.

These bloodstains were probably from both demonic beasts and cultivators.

Mo Hua tried to lift it but found it impossible.

He pushed it with both hands, but the club remained unmoved.

"It's so heavy," Mo Hua couldn't help but remark.

A hint of pride flashed in Yu Chengwu's eyes, "Naturally."

"Was it intentionally made this heavy?" Mo Hua asked humbly.

"Correct," Yu Chengwu nodded, "A heavy spiritual weapon possesses greater force. When wielded, it inflicts more damage."

"I see," Mo Hua nodded.

Suddenly curious, Yu Chengwu asked, "Why are you asking about this?"

"I want to make one too."

Yu Chengwu was taken aback, "Make what?"

Mo Hua pointed to the club on the ground, "This club."

Glancing at Mo Hua, who was tender-skinned and not robust, clearly not a body cultivator, Yu Chengwu couldn't help but ask, "You're not a body cultivator, are you? Why do you want to make this?"

Mo Hua blinked, "I have my ways."

Yu Chengwu couldn't help but furrow his brow.

Mo Shan was shrewd, and his son was even more cunning. He was full of ideas, but Yu Chengwu couldn't figure out what he was planning.

"I'll treat you to some wine!"

Seeing the club, Mo Hua formed a plan in his mind and thought of reciprocating the gesture by treating Yu Chengwu to some wine.

"Your injuries aren't severe; you can have a little," Mo Hua suggested.

Yu Chengwu hesitated for a moment but ultimately accepted the wine offered by Mo Hua. After taking a sip, he frowned.

It was sweet and sour, with a faint taste of alcohol, something children would drink.

But considering the current situation, having any wine was good, and there was nothing to be picky about.

Yu Chengwu sighed and drank a few more sips, relieving his fatigue. Suddenly, he realized that despite his enmity with Mo Shan, he had never shared a drink with him until now.

Yet, here he was, being treated to a pot of children's wine by Mo Shan's son.

Yu Chengwu's mood became somewhat complicated in an instant.

After resting for a while and stabilizing their injuries, the group continued on their journey.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, then relaxed and said, "We can slow down now, no need to rush."

What my spiritual sense perceives is that there are already many demon hunters around.

For Mo Hua, having demon hunters around was equivalent to being on his own turf. If those foreign cultivators dared to pursue them, it would be seeking death.

Ji Qingbai didn't know why Mo Hua said so, but inexplicably, he trusted Mo Hua's words very much, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, as they continued on their journey, they encountered more and more demon hunters.

When the demon hunters saw Yu Chengwu and the others, regardless of whether they were acquainted or not, they would come over to greet them.

At first, Yu Chengwu didn't notice, but gradually he felt something was amiss.

These demon hunters would first greet Mo Hua before exchanging a few words with him.

One or two instances could be overlooked, but encountering four or five batches of demon hunters, all behaving similarly, was suspicious.

He even felt that these demon hunters were all here for Mo Hua, and greeting him was just a formality.

Yu Chengwu furrowed his brow, 'Something's not right.'

Mo Hua was only a seventh-layer Qi Refiner. Although his talent was decent, his popularity couldn't be this good.

These people greeting Mo Hua must be doing so out of respect for his father, Mo Shan.

But Mo Shan's reputation wasn't that great.

It couldn't be that Mo Shan had successfully built his foundation, could it...

If he did, being Mo Hua, the son of a Foundation Building cultivator, naturally, people would show him respect.

As Yu Chengwu pondered silently, he suddenly realized that something was still not right.

His father, Elder Yu Changlin, was a Foundation Building cultivator, and he was considered the son of a Foundation Building cultivator too, but people didn't show him this much respect.

Yu Chengwu was puzzled, but there was something even more perplexing to him, which was the iron armor.

Among the passing demon hunters, not everyone wore it, but at least the majority did.

This was iron armor! Where did they get it from?

Yu Chengwu frowned.

He was tasked by his father, Elder Yu, to go out and handle some matters. Due to an accident, he was delayed for more than a year before rushing back.

Passing through Qingxuan City, he met Ji Qingbai. Because the two had some acquaintance and Yu Chengwu disliked families bullying others, he lent a helping hand and traveled to Tongxian City together.

From the time he left to his return, it had been a little over a year.

But for cultivators, a little over a year wasn't considered a long time.

Why did everything feel so different now that he was back?

Ji Qingbai and Ji Li were also secretly surprised when they looked at these demon hunters.

This was iron armor! In Qingxuan City, there were only a few demon hunters with iron armor. How come it seemed to be everywhere here in Tongxian City?

Neither Ji Qingbai nor his son could understand.

As the group traveled without incident, they left the Great Black Mountain and entered Tongxian City through the south gate. What caught their eyes was the vast refining and alchemy businesses in the south of the city.

The area was extensive, with grand specifications, towering outer walls, and strict formations, appearing magnificent and majestic.

Occasionally, crisp sounds of ironwork could be heard, along with wafts of rich medicinal fragrance.

Yu Chengwu and the others were shocked beyond measure.

Not only in Tongxian City, but even the nearby cities combined couldn't match the scale of the cultivation industry here.

Yu Chengwu found it hard to believe. "Could these all be from the Qian Family?"

In just a little over a year, had the Qian Family's influence grown to this extent?

Wouldn't they be unbeatable in the future?

Mo Hua shook his head, "No, it's everyone's!"

"Everyone?" Yu Chengwu didn't understand.

Mo Hua pointed with his small hand, encompassing the entire southern part of the city, saying, "Everyone."

Yu Chengwu understood but still found it unbelievable, thinking to himself, "Am I dreaming?"

In a daze, he felt like he was just drifting outside, sleeping rough, half-awake and half-asleep, having a dream.

In the dream, he traveled all the way and finally returned to Tongxian City.

Seeing demon hunters in Tongxian City wearing iron armor, witnessing the establishment of refining and alchemy businesses, and seeing everyone with ample spiritual stones, his face also bore a smile.

These were all things he had thought about before, but only in his dreams.

The scene before his eyes seemed like the dream he had.

Seeing him lost in thought, Mo Hua called out to him, "Uncle Yu?"

Yu Chengwu snapped out of it, but looking at everything, he still found it hard to believe, thinking to himself: "It's not a dream, is it an illusion?"

Seeing his changing expression and uncertain emotions, Mo Hua thought he was feeling homesick and emotionally overwhelmed, so he didn't bother with him.

(End of the Chapter)