Chapter 928: Chapter 628: Injury_2
“I’ll give you a few bottles of pills. Take one every morning and evening.”
“Okay.” Mo Hua nodded with some difficulty, “Thank you, Elder Murong…”
Elder Murong smiled faintly.
After that, other cultivators started to visit Mo Hua in succession.
Seeing Mo Hua injured, he stayed by Mo Hua’s side, his little brows furrowed, eyes moist, refusing to be sent away.
Elder Murong had no choice but to prepare a small bed for him, along with a little blanket, letting him sleep nearby.
Yu Er was quiet and not troublesome. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to check on Mo Hua.
Mo Hua woke to find Yu Er’s eyes shining brightly, filled with happiness.
But since Mo Hua needed to recover, Yu Er only stayed for a while before he had to return to the Disciple’s Residence to do his homework.
Murong Caiyun came once too, bringing some pills and nourishing supplements.
Seeing that Mo Hua was alright, she was relieved. She only admonished Mo Hua to be more careful when practicing spells so that he wouldn’t injure himself again.
Mo Hua nodded honestly.
He had also learned something:
He heard Senior Sister Murong call Elder Murong “auntie,” clearly indicating a relationship between the two.
Shangguan Xu came to visit him too. Besides the recovery pills, he brought a lot of delicious food.
“These are from Aunt Wan; she asked me to bring them to you…”
“This is within Taixu Gate, and it’s not convenient for her to come in. Still, she wants you to visit the Gu Family after you recover. She’ll then request the Pill Master of the Shangguan Family to regulate your condition, making sure you’re left with no complications…”
Mo Hua nodded and expressed his gratitude:
“Thank you, Senior Brother Xu, and please convey my thanks to Aunt Wan as well.”
In addition, some fellow disciples from the same sect came to visit their “Junior Brother.”
Seeing that Mo Hua’s complexion was fairly good and there were no serious issues, they felt reassured. They gathered around Mo Hua, chattering away:
“Mo Hua, did we hear right that you got injured practicing a spell?”
“What spell were you practicing, exactly?”
“It wasn’t the Fireball Technique, was it…”
“Why couldn’t it be…”
“Mo Hua can only use the Fireball Technique…”
“Mo Hua, once we leave Taixu Gate, we’ll pretend we don’t know you…”
“Don’t ever tell anyone you’re our ‘Junior Brother’…”
“What kind of Junior Brother gets hurt by a Fireball Technique…”
Mo Hua gave them a disdainful look, saying displeasedly:
“What’s wrong with the Fireball Technique? Just wait until I’ve perfected it. I’ll make you cry with just a Fireball Technique!”
“I don’t believe it!”
“Don’t just talk big without backing it up…”
“Just a mere Fireball Technique…”
Mo Hua argued with them playfully, and the atmosphere grew livelier.
Elder Murong, however, said calmly, “This is the Pill Room where you need to recuperate quietly. All of you should go to your classes.”
The disciples, who had been thinking of skipping class, now respectfully bowed and left the room, looking dejected.
Only Cheng Mo stayed behind, reluctantly gripping Mo Hua’s hand and urging him:
“Mo Hua, heal quickly and come back to teach us about Formation…”
Elder Master Xun is too strict, his lessons too advanced, and he assigns too many tasks. They were simply too much to handle…
Junior Brother Mo was much better.
Elder Master Xun also came to check on Mo Hua.
He was stern-faced and didn’t say much, only admonishing Mo Hua to heal well. But as he left, he couldn’t help himself and whispered reassuringly:
“There’s no need to excel in combat spells if they don’t suit you…”
“You don’t have a strong foundation; there’s no need to force yourself to learn such aggressive spells like others…”
“Just master Formation well enough to stand on your own in the Cultivation World, and no one will dare to bully you.”
“If you face difficulties or someone causes you trouble, just speak up, and the Sect will support you.”
“There’s no need to strain yourself trying to learn these spells…”
“And don’t injure yourself again…”
Mo Hua felt touched and quickly nodded, “I understand, thank you, Elder Master!”
Elder Master Xun wasn’t sure if Mo Hua had taken his words to heart, but he nodded anyway and left.
As evening approached, the Elder of Daoist Law also quietly visited Mo Hua.
He was responsible for teaching Daoist Skills and, although he wasn’t the direct cause of the disciple’s injury, as an Elder, he felt he should bear some responsibility.
Seeing Mo Hua sitting on the bed, his left hand wrapped in bandages, his face pale but his eyes lively and breathing steady, the Elder of Daoist Law finally eased his mind.
The Elder of Daoist Law exchanged a few pleasantries, hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice:
“Mo Hua, what spell were you using in the Dao Room…”
He not only taught spells but also studied them, hence his curiosity about the unknown spell.
He wanted to know what kind of spell Mo Hua had cast that could create such immense power, blowing up a perfectly fine spell puppet…
Mo Hua was stunned, his eyes lighting up.
Since waking up, whenever he had the chance, he pondered over the “spell fusion” matter.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why the fusion of two Fireball Techniques, forcibly joined by Divine Sense, resulted in such formidable power.
If he hadn’t reversed the direction of the spell with his Divine Sense at the last moment, allowing the Spiritual Power of the spell to lose control…
He feared not only would his hands have suffered, but his very life would have been at risk…
Mo Hua didn’t comprehend it.
The mere fusion of two Fireball Techniques shouldn’t have been capable of such force.
Not to mention that even the slightest aftershock had caused him such serious injuries…
This defied common sense.
So when the Elder of Daoist Law asked him, he too had many questions he wanted to consult with the Elder of Daoist Law.