After the battle, the demon hunters cleaned up the battlefield.

Injured monster hunters will receive medical treatment.

The monks of the Qian family will have their storage bags and spiritual weapons removed and thrown outside. Whether they live or die depends on whether the Qian family is willing to rescue them.

In addition, all captured trophies must be handed over, classified uniformly, and then distributed according to the merit and the needs of the monks.

In the mine, Elder Yu found a big stone and sat upright.

The demon hunters stepped forward one after another and handed the seized storage bags to Elder Yu.

Mo Hua walked to Elder Yu with a full storage bag in his arms, ready to hand it over.

Elder Yu was surprised, "What are you doing?"

"Hand it in."

Elder Yu glared at him slightly and said, "If the child joins in the fun, keep it to yourself."

"Oh." Mo Hua sat aside.

After a while, Elder Yu still couldn't hold it back and asked curiously:

"Where did you get all these storage bags?"

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed and said: "I picked it up by mistake at the foot of the mountain."

"Picking up leaks?"

"Yeah." Mo Hua explained: "It's the Qian family monk who escaped. If he is alone, I will deal with him and then take his storage bag."

Elder Yu stared, thinking, what are you talking about?

If a monk from the Qian family is alone again, he will be a serious late-stage Qi-refining monk. How do you, a ten-year-old child, deal with this?

And he said it easily, just like eating candied haws...

Elder Yu frowned, and then asked: "Have you learned magic?"

"Well, I learned the fireball technique."

"oh."

Elder Yu nodded, that's pretty much it.

Then he frowned again.

No, the fireball spell isn't that easy to solve either.

You need to concentrate your energy to cast the spell. If you are not familiar with it, whether you can hit someone or not is still a question...

Elder Yu wanted to ask again, but other demon hunters had already come up to hand over their storage bags, so he didn't ask.

"Elder Yu, do I really not need to pay?" Mo Hua asked secretly again.

"If you picked it up outside the mine, it's your fault. Besides, we're not so humble as to ask you for a child's things."

"Thank you, Elder Yu!"

Mo Hua accepted it with peace of mind.

After the mine was tidied up, Elder Yu sent people to guard it and asked the injured demon hunter to go back to recuperate first.

Mo Shan also went back, but he was not injured. He was wearing a vine armor with a first-grade golden armor array, which could not be torn open by monsters, let alone the swords of ordinary monks in the Qi refining period.

He wanted to send Mo Hua back, after all, Mo Hua was now considered "possessed of a huge sum of money".

After arriving home, Mo Hua closed the door, threw the storage bags in his arms on the table, and opened them one by one.

Mo Shan looked at it with a complicated expression.

He didn't know how his son could pick up so many storage bags...

There are about ten storage bags, and the things inside are many and miscellaneous.

Usually they are spiritual stones, spiritual weapons, elixirs, Taoist robes, etc. There are also some miscellaneous things, which are not valuable.

There were also several colorful booklets with pictures of enchanting female nuns doing strange things.

As soon as the ink painting was opened, before I could take a closer look, it was confiscated by Mo Shan.

Mo Hua felt a little regretful, "I don't know what is painted inside..."

A dozen storage bags were quickly calculated.

There are three to four hundred light spirit stones. In addition, there are some primitive spiritual ores, plus elixirs and spiritual weapons. It is estimated that the total is worth five or six hundred spirit stones.

Five to six hundred spirit stones!

The ink painting can't help but sigh.

No wonder people often say that a horse will not be fat without night grass, and a man will not be rich without windfall.

But whether I can do this kind of business or not, I don’t want to do it.

Mo Hua still wants to be a good monk who abides by laws.

Unless a bad and stupid fool like a rich man falls into his hands...

Mo Shan gave all the spiritual stones in the storage bag to Mo Hua, allowing him to practice and learn formations. Mo Shan took the rest of the spiritual weapons, elixirs, Taoist robes, and rattan armor.

The Qian family has suffered a big loss this time and will definitely not give up.

In the days to come, we will probably face a crazy counterattack from the Qian family. These spiritual weapons and elixirs can all come in handy.

But before the Qian family could counterattack, it was Dao Tingsi who came to the door first.

After all, the battle between the demon hunter and the Qian family caused a lot of casualties. Due to emotions and reasons, Daotingsi could not just sit idly by.

The head of Daotingsi found Elder Yu personally.

Mo Hua heard about it and followed his father to join in the fun.

Elder Yu and the boss chatted in the room for a long time. No one knew what they talked about, but when they came out, neither of them looked very good.

It's like breaking up on bad terms.

What were we talking about?

Mo Hua was very curious, but if he asked, Elder Yu would definitely not tell him.

At this moment, he saw Zhang Lan following behind the boss.

Zhang Lan is the Daoting Si Dian Si, his position is not low, and he is a member of the family. It is natural for him to attend such an important occasion.

As Zhang Lan walked, he noticed a familiar look looking at him.

When he turned his head, it turned out to be an ink painting.

Mo Hua blinked at him.

Zhang Lan sighed inwardly, pretended not to notice, turned around and left.

In the afternoon, he found some free time and went to the Mo Painter's restaurant to drink.

Mo Hua poured him wine himself and looked at him eagerly.

Zhang Lan said helplessly: "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, "What were Elder Yu and your boss talking about this morning?"

Zhang Lan coughed and lowered his voice:

"You know about the spiritual mine, right?"

Mo Hua nodded.

Although it was expected, Zhang Lan was still a little surprised, "How much do you know?"

"Everyone who needs to know knows that I went there on the day we captured the spiritual mine."

I also picked up a dozen storage bags...

Of course, Mo Hua didn't say this.

After all, Zhang Lan is a monk from Daotingsi. He has his own position and cannot be made difficult for him.

Ink Painting considers Zhang Lan very "intimately".

Zhang Lan sighed, "You are so brave."

The monks are fighting in a melee, and this guy dares to intervene.

Zhang Lan said: "Now that you know everything, I won't beat around the bush. There has been such a big incident, and there are casualties on both sides. The boss must want to calm things down, and the Qian family also agrees, but the Qian family's request is that you

Hand over the spiritual mine so that they will no longer pursue..."

Mo Hua snorted, "They think beautifully!"

"That's what your elder Yu said too," Zhang Lan said.

Of course, while saying this, there were also a lot of swear words mixed in. Some of the swear words were so vulgar that Zhang Lan had never even heard of them.

Zhang Lan has met many foundation-building monks, and Elder Yu is not the one with the highest level of cultivation among them, but he is the one who curses the most.
To be continued...