Kui Lao’s “Fireball Technique” floated before his eyes. Mo Hua pondered silently…

Using divine sense, he compressed the Fireball Technique repeatedly, condensing it into threads, and then intricately weaving and fitting them together to reconstruct it. In a limited space, he condensed and combined these threads into a new style of Fireball Technique, unleashing extremely powerful might…

This was what Grandpa Kui demonstrated, profound technical principles contained within the ordinary.

After complex changes, a simple Fireball Technique could also undergo variations, deriving powerful killing power…

It was somewhat like array formation, but the specific form was also a little different.

After all, techniques and array formations were still not the same. Mo Hua had not yet reached the realm of ten thousand laws leading to one path, the great dao returning to simplicity. In his current cultivation understanding, these two still had a very large disparity.

But how was this kind of Fireball Technique cultivated?

“Compress, reconstruct…”

“Powerful Fireball Technique…”

Mo Hua had some clues in his heart, but when it came to the specific technique style, it was still a head of fog, feeling puzzling. He then gazed at the setting sun, lost in thought.

Little Yu’er beside him had finished her homework early. She rolled on the soft grass, and when she got tired, she turned her head to look. She saw Mo Hua frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yu’er was a little ignorant, but she also didn’t disturb Mo Hua, obediently lying down beside him.

The sun set completely, and suddenly the sky darkened.

Pitch-black night descended.

Yu’er habitually trembled a little. In her eyes, there was still unease and fear. This was the time of midnight. In her boundless nightmares, the remaining instinct was fear of darkness and night.

Yu’er’s little face wrinkled together, hugging her knees and shivering. It seemed that within the surrounding darkness, there were countless coveting demons, countless unknown evils.

Yu’er’s little face was pale.

Unknowingly, a warm palm touched Yu’er’s head. Yu’er looked up and saw Mo Hua gazing gently at her.

“It’s getting dark, let’s go back.”

Yu’er was startled, then showed a relieved smile.

“Mm!”

Just like that, Mo Hua led Yu’er along the narrow mountain path, walking from the gradually deepening night towards the disciple residence lit by warm yellow lights.

Yu’er held Mo Hua’s small hand and followed behind him. Suddenly, she felt courage born again in her four limbs and hundred bones, able to dispel all unease and fear.

Night was fine, demons were also fine, nothing was worth fearing.

Yu’er’s little face slowly bloomed with a happy smile.

After returning to the disciple residence, Mo Hua accompanied Yu’er for a while longer. After Yu’er fell asleep, he took the time to draw several array formations, then began pondering the Fireball Technique matter again…

If he could only choose one offensive technique among the five elements techniques, he would definitely choose Fireball Technique. After all, the Fireball Technique had been with him for a long time. He had to be single-minded and couldn’t change his heart. Even if he later learned sword techniques, learned imperial sword, or even learned divine thought transforming into a sword, he certainly couldn’t be like someone who likes the new and dislikes the old, and abandon the Fireball Technique.

He had to cultivate the Fireball Technique to the extreme! He had to be not only a technique master but also a Fireball Technique master!

Moreover, sword techniques and divine thought transforming into a sword were still far away. What he could currently rely on was still only the Fireball Technique.

Mo Hua recalled the Fireball Technique displayed by Kui Lao again and again, pondered over and over, but still made no progress. Techniques were different from array formations. For array formations, he had the Dao Stele, allowing him to practice non-stop and constantly deduce. But techniques were not possible.

Mo Hua thought that he still needed to find a place to try out the various changes of the Fireball Technique firsthand.

The next day, Mo Hua took some time and went to the Dao Law Room.

The Dao Law Room, as the name suggested, in addition to imparting Dao Law, also had specialized rooms for disciples to cultivate techniques themselves. There were array formations inside for protection. There was also a technique wooden puppet for disciples to practice techniques and test their power.

Outside the Dao Law Room, there was also a Dan Master guarding. If some disciples went astray while cultivating techniques and injured themselves, the Dan Master would act, treating them with spirit medicine or using pills to solidify their foundation, to prevent the disciples’ injuries from worsening.

This kind of matter was also common. After all, in cultivation, it was hard to guarantee no mistakes.

Since pursuing the criminal cultivator and handing over the inheritance, Mo Hua occasionally rented the Dao Law Room to cultivate techniques. His divine sense was strong, and his technique control was also extremely precise. Up to now, he had never missed his target, much less been injured by his own techniques!

Mo Hua blinked, unable to figure out what situation would cause him to be injured by his own techniques…

Renting the Dao Law Room required some spirit stones and also required registering with the Dao Law Elder. Mo Hua was quite familiar with the Dao Law Elder. Although his Dao Law grades were only “C”, this was because his spirit root was limited and he couldn’t learn upper-grade techniques, which was unavoidable. The elder who imparted Dao Law also understood this, so he didn’t mind. Mo Hua attended his classes, but no matter how he learned, he only got a “C”.

However, although Mo Hua couldn’t cultivate upper-grade techniques, he researched low-level techniques very deeply, and his technique routines were also unique. This point was very much to the elder’s taste.

The Dao Law Elder was just idly playing chess with a Dan Master Elder. Seeing Mo Hua, he greeted him kindly, admonishing him to “be careful, don’t injure yourself,” and then let Mo Hua go in.

Mo Hua entered a single-person Dao Law Room and immediately began impatiently trying to improve his Fireball Technique.

First was the compression of the Fireball Technique. Mo Hua tried to forcibly compress the Fireball Technique into threads with his divine sense, in the manner demonstrated by Grandpa Kui. But he failed. His divine sense was still not strong enough, or rather, his cultivation was still far from sufficient, and his control over spirit power was also not at that fine, silk-like level…

Mo Hua could only compress a large Fireball into a small Fireball. It was fist-sized, its color was a little deeper, and its power was indeed a little stronger, but it was useless.

Mo Hua used the technique wooden puppet to test. The Foundation Building early stage technique wooden puppet was burned with a deeper scorch mark by his small Fireball, and then it gradually restored itself. The technique wooden puppet was made of special material and had array formations drawn inside, allowing it to self-repair.

Mo Hua saw it for the first time and was very surprised, especially curious about the array formation inside. He even tried to dismantle the technique puppet with his own hands to see the array formation inside… But the technique puppet “alarmed,” attracting the Dao Law Elder, who stopped Mo Hua’s “impolite” behavior. Mo Hua then gave up.

Now, when Mo Hua used the compressed “small Fireball” to bombard the technique puppet, he could see that the technique’s power had indeed increased. But this enhancement was not significant.

Moreover, because this “compression” was quite time-consuming, the casting of the Fireball Technique became slower. In actual combat, it appeared too “clumsy,” basically unusable. And this fist-sized “small Fireball” was the limit of Mo Hua’s current compression.

Mo Hua sighed. “The difference is too great…” His technique attainment and Grandpa Kui’s were worlds apart.

But thinking again, this was also normal. Grandpa Kui’s cultivation was immeasurably higher than his own. Even Shibo was very wary of Grandpa Kui, not daring to act personally, and had to borrow the Blood Daoist’s… what blood to restrain him.

Mo Hua thought for a long time before recalling the name: Extinguish Dao Blood… Extinguish Dao…

“Grandpa Kui… he should be okay…” Mo Hua remembered the words Grandpa Kui said to Shibo that day, “Don’t let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you…” This meant that the one who had always been with him was a clone or puppet, not Grandpa Kui’s true body.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt some worry. He also didn’t know how Grandpa Kui was doing… where he was… And that ‘Blood Daoist’…

Mo Hua had heard this name twice. The first time, that Saint Child blocked his way. He was scared into begging for mercy by Shibo and revealed his identity as a descendant of the “Blood Daoist,” whereupon Shibo spared his life. The second time was when Shibo used the “Blood Daoist’s” Extinguish Dao Blood to restrain Grandpa Kui…

Since he was a “Daoist,” Shibo also gave him face and borrowed his blood. Presumably, he was also a terrifying great demon head… But it was still early, and thinking about these things was a bit presumptuous. Let’s talk about it later… Mo Hua silently also noted down the name “Blood Daoist”.

After that, he concentrated and continued to research the Fireball Technique. He couldn’t reach Grandpa Kui’s level, but the technique ideas could still be learned from. Techniques transformed into threads, compressed and reconstructed. If he couldn’t reach Grandpa Kui’s standard… then simplify it a bit. Even if he only learned a semblance, if it had one or two parts, the power would probably be decent.

If techniques couldn’t be condensed into threads, then compress them into a ball. If they couldn’t be “woven” and reconstructed, then… fuse them?

“Combine two Fireball Techniques into one?” Mo Hua’s eyes brightened.

He began to try, casting two Fireball Techniques, and then trying to fuse the two Fireball Techniques together… But just as he tried, he failed again. He then recalled some common technique theorems he had learned in Dao Law class: People cannot simultaneously cast two techniques. Even if these two techniques were exactly the same, there had to be a time sequence.

Mo Hua’s previous Fireball Technique was also cast very fast, but it actually also had a sequence. He had to first condense the first Fireball Technique, and after releasing it, then condense the second. Even if it was fast, there would still be a before and after. Sustained techniques, such as Golden Body Technique, Golden Bell Cover, etc. First cast Golden Body Technique, then imperial sword; first cast Golden Bell Cover for defense, then cast other techniques… It seemed that two techniques were effective simultaneously, but the casting was one after another.

Mo Hua touched his chin and pondered: “The Fireball Technique displayed by Grandpa Kui also consisted of condensing Fireballs one by one successively, then unifying them into one technique style…” But he couldn’t perform this high-difficulty technique style…

“Need to change the form…” Mo Hua frowned, pondering in his heart.

He was no longer a scattered cultivator without inheritance. He had entered Taixu Gate, attended classes and cultivated every day, accepting the orthodox inheritance of Taixu Gate. His cultivation knowledge had become quite rich. He also knew quite a few technique “basics” by ear and eye.

People cannot cast two techniques simultaneously because a person’s divine sense is singular and cannot be divided for two uses.

“Cannot divide heart for two uses…” Mo Hua’s eyebrows raised.

“Heaven Machine Strange Calculation!”

His own divine sense might be singular. But learning from Shibo, using the Heaven Machine Strange Calculation, he could divide it… After dividing, he would have two divine thoughts. Wouldn’t that break the common technique theorem and allow him to cast techniques simultaneously? Casting techniques simultaneously would allow him to try technique fusion, wouldn’t it?

Mo Hua’s spirit lifted, then his pupils deepened. His divine sense split into a strange thought, producing a double image, allowing him to use his mind for two purposes and begin trying to simultaneously condense two techniques.

But several attempts all failed. He had never tried dividing his strange thought to simultaneously cast techniques before, so he was very unfamiliar at first. Either his divine sense was unstable, or his spirit power went the wrong way, or the technique didn’t condense completely… But Mo Hua was too proficient in casting the Fireball Technique. After several more attempts, his divine sense and strange thought gradually stabilized, his spirit power flowed smoothly, and the technique also formed a complete style…

He didn’t know how long had passed. Mo Hua’s spirit flashed, his eyes brightened, and he stretched out his two hands. On his left hand, there was one Fireball Technique. On his right hand, a Fireball Technique was similarly condensed.

Divine sense strange thought, double techniques simultaneously cast! Mo Hua was extremely excited.

Subsequently, he realized a problem: casting two techniques simultaneously didn’t necessarily make the power stronger, and it also seemed unnecessary to research more complex Fireball Techniques…

Mo Hua decided to try. He stretched out both hands, and two Fireball Techniques instantly flew out, drawing two fiery lights, hitting the technique wooden puppet. Two scorch marks appeared on the wooden puppet, then it still restored as before.

Mo Hua shook his head. “Not very good…” Dividing his divine sense to simultaneously cast two Fireball Techniques resulted in reduced power for both… One reason was that his technique was not yet proficient; another reason should be that his spirit power was not abundant enough, and the spirit power stored in his meridians was not sufficient to support simultaneously casting two Fireball Techniques and ensuring that the power didn’t decay… Like this, it was better to cast two Fireball Techniques step by step, one after another. He cast fast, and the gap between the two Fireball Techniques was also very short, and the power didn’t decay.

Unless… Mo Hua thought. Unless there was a need for “mad bombardment” of techniques, to quickly and swiftly release a large number of Fireball Techniques in a short period of time. In this situation, casting two techniques simultaneously would have a special effect. But like this, his divine sense and spirit power would pour out like a flood. His divine sense was still okay, but his spirit power definitely couldn’t support it. This was not a method he could currently use…

Mo Hua was a little regretful. Casting two techniques simultaneously wasn’t powerful enough. He still needed to research technique fusion…

Mo Hua nodded, then his pupils turned dark again, dividing his strange thought, casting two techniques simultaneously. He condensed a Fireball on his left hand and a Fireball on his right hand. Mo Hua frowned, slightly strained, and gradually brought his two hands closer together, wanting to fuse the two Fireball Techniques… But the two Fireball Techniques were like same poles of a magnet, repelling each other. The closer they got, the stronger the repulsion. Soon, Mo Hua couldn’t support it, the technique dispersed, and the two Fireballs also extinguished.

Mo Hua panted heavily, sighing in his heart: “It seems still not… The Fireballs repel each other and cannot fuse together…”

“Why is this?”

Mo Hua thought for a while, took out his “Taixu Dao Law Essentials” from his storage bag, which recorded some technique theorems. He pondered them himself, seeking an answer.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Mo Hua flipped to the page titled “Technique Style Structure,” recalled some of the elder’s class knowledge, and suddenly realized. Each technique had a certain technique style structure inside. This structure was stable, standardized, summarized and created by successive generations of cultivators and great powers, and it was a kind of “paradigm” that determined the essence of the technique.

The technique style structure was also the spirit power structure, which contained the flow and change of the technique’s spirit power. And similarly, different techniques had mutually repelling internal technique style structures. Thus, when spirit cultivators fought with techniques, the outcome of the bombardment of different techniques was determined by their respective technique style structures. Upper-grade techniques, with stable technique style structures and powerful spirit power, would crush lower-grade techniques, causing their technique to break and spirit power to disperse, thus losing the duel. If the power of two techniques was close, and neither could defeat the other, they would both disperse simultaneously due to the repulsion of their technique style structures, causing a spirit power explosion…

Mo Hua nodded, but then was startled, his heart filled with puzzlement. “Techniques collide, disperse simultaneously, producing a spirit power explosion…”

“But when my two Fireball Techniques were squeezed together, they didn’t explode…”

“Why?”

The more Mo Hua thought, the more confused he became. He couldn’t help but sigh: Array formations were profound and vast, and techniques were also not simple. Once deeply learned, one would discover that there were too many complex and obscure knowledges…

Mo Hua could only consider from his own perspective. His two Fireball Techniques, although divided by a strange thought, were still of the same root and source. Essentially, they were cast out with the same divine sense, the same spirit power, and the same technique style structure. They were like “replicates,” both being each other’s shadows. So, the origins of the two techniques were similar, and they had mutual affinity. But since they were different techniques, they also had independent technique style structures, although their forms were the same. Technique style structures would inevitably repel each other. So these two Fireballs had similar origins and could come close, but because their technique styles were independent, they repelled each other… They contradicted each other, and their spirit power was endlessly entangled.

Mo Hua’s head ached a bit. Since they were of the same source, it explained the possibility of “fusion”… But their technique style structures were independent and repelled each other, obviously making “fusion” impossible…

Mo Hua was a little perplexed, but not discouraged. Over the next few days, he thought of many ways to promote the “technique fusion” of these two simultaneously cast, same-origin Fireball Techniques. For example, using his divine sense, bit by bit, to forcibly squeeze the Fireballs to promote fusion; or using a “spiral” form, making the two Fireballs rotate around each other, mutually fitting… But no matter how he tried, he failed.

Mo Hua frowned and reflected: “Is it… too gentle…” He had carefully tried these squeezing, spiraling, and fitting forms of “technique fusion,” but the two Fireballs were very “naughty” and didn’t listen at all. Did he need to be more “forceful”?

But how forceful? Mo Hua thought about the scenes of techniques colliding that he had seen and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, muttering: “Collide?”

“The two Fireballs, against each other?” His divine sense was strong enough. If he forcibly urged the two Fireballs to collide quickly, perhaps he could aggregate them? Relying on the power of his divine sense, could he create a miracle with brute force?

Mo Hua was a little hesitant, but he thought that he had no other methods at the moment, so he might as well try once. Anyway, he was in the Dao Law Room, and there were elders guarding. It should be fine with just two small Fireballs…

Mo Hua nodded. Then he began his usual routine, his pupils turning pitch black, his strange thought dividing. He condensed a Fireball Technique on his left hand and a Fireball Technique on his right hand. This time, Mo Hua didn’t try bit by bit, but his expression became focused. In an instant, he pushed his sixteen-pattern qualitative change divine sense to the extreme, and his divine sense instantly exerted strong pressure… Then the technique suddenly changed! Extreme divine sense suddenly produced powerful pressure, causing the Fireballs to tremble violently.

Then the two Fireballs, in an instant, went from still to moving, drawing two dazzling fiery lights. With extremely fast speed, they whistled and impacted each other, producing a collision strong enough to collapse the technique style structures…

This happened in an instant.

In the moment after, Mo Hua only felt a wave of dizziness and tinnitus. His eyes lost sight because of the dazzling fiery light… He only felt a muffled explosion ring out. Then all sounds seemed to be pulled and swallowed, leaving a dead silence… Only a trace of clarity remained in his divine sense, making Mo Hua realize… His spirit power was completely out of control… The Fireball Technique, he didn’t know where it came from, but rampant spirit power was born from it, like an unrestrained angry dragon, roaring, bellowing, wanting to break his control and swallow everything…

Mo Hua exhausted his last trace of divine sense, putting a “rein” on this spirit power, leading it to bombard forward… Then he closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground, dizzy and fainting.

The Dao Law Elder who was just playing chess outside suddenly felt a violent palpitation in his heart. He lowered his head and saw a red alarm on the central jade slip of the Dao Law Room, red to the point of being dazzling. At the same time, a fluctuation of spirit power, although in the Foundation Building period, was extremely strange and twisted, also carrying a trace of fear, rippled open.

The Dao Law Elder’s heart trembled. With a flash, he hurried to the Dao Law Room on the right side. From the outside, the Dao Law Room was intact and undamaged. The Dao Law Elder’s right hand trembled slightly and opened the door…

What met his eyes was a mess, with cracks everywhere. There was a ferocious scorch mark on the ground, spreading far, the powerful spirit power might oppressing the four walls. Even the grade three array formation for protection was shaken out. The array formation was intact, but the wall surface dissolved, exposing the dao array patterns. It looked like the mottled cracks left by bombing on all sides.

The starting point of the scorch mark was a small cultivator. He was unconscious on the ground, his left hand scorched black, his right hand cracked, and blood at the corner of his mouth. The end of the scorch mark was a technique puppet. Or rather, there should have been a technique puppet originally. But now, that Foundation Building early stage technique puppet, used to test technique power, had been bombed to the point where not even dregs were left…

The Dao Law Elder opened his mouth wide and couldn’t help but gasp. “What in the damn world is this…”

“Fireball Technique?!”

(End of this chapter)