Fireball
So this was a spell?
Mo Hua's eyes went wide, utterly amazed.
Clearly, all he had done was circulate spiritual power through certain meridians, then use his divine sense to drive that spiritual power outward, yet it could condense into spells of different attributes and achieve a power far beyond Mo Hua's expectations.
After the pond churned for a while, it returned to calm.
Only the mottled water stains on the bank and the charred, shredded water plants floating on the surface showed that something had happened.
Old Kui nodded. "Not bad."
Mo Hua scratched his head. "Grandpa Kui, what should I practice next?"
"Keep practicing this."
"Keep practicing this?"
"Yes," Old Kui said. "Practice it a hundred times first. Feel it out more."
"Feel out what?" Mo Hua asked, puzzled.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Once you've practiced it a hundred times, you'll be able to feel it out," Old Kui said.
Mo Hua was a little muddled.
Old Kui added, "It's about the same as when you practice formations. Practice makes skill. Draw enough, and some things will naturally be understood in the heart, but things like that are hard to pass on in words."
"Oh." Mo Hua understood a little and nodded.
"Then can I practice here?"
Mo Hua asked somewhat embarrassedly.
He could not very well go home to practice. What if he burned the house down with Fireball Technique?
Going into the mountains and forests to practice alone was also somewhat dangerous.
"No harm." Old Kui said, not minding.
Mo Hua hesitated. "Then if I damage the pond, and these flowers and grasses, will it really be fine?"
Old Kui calmly glanced at Mo Hua, then lightly waved his sleeve.
Mo Hua did not even know what had happened. He only