All things succeed with preparation and fail without it.
Since he was going into Great Black Mountain, he had to make thorough preparations.
Great Black Mountain was fraught with danger: poisonous creatures were everywhere, miasma filled the air, and demon beasts lurked on every side.
Demon beasts did not reason with people. They generally ate anyone they saw; even those that did not eat people still killed them, ripping cultivators open from belly to gut before swaggering away.
Mo Hua had grown up in Immortal City, and his father was a Monster Hunter. Having been immersed in it from childhood, he knew full well how dangerous Great Black Mountain was.
If he rashly entered the mountain and slipped up even once, he could lose his life—and quite likely leave not even bones behind.
Therefore, if he was going into the mountains, he had to think everything through and make plans in advance, lest danger strike when the time came and catch him unprepared, leaving his life hanging by a thread.
My parents have only one son—me, Mo Hua silently thought.
One day, Liu Ruhua gave Jiang Yun some beef and vegetables for her to take home and cook for the child.
Jiang Yun tried to refuse, saying she could not carry so many things.
The Storage Bags used by Qi Refining cultivators were relatively cheap and had little space, so they truly could not hold much.
"Aunt Jiang, I'll help you carry them home," Mo Hua volunteered.
"How could I let you do that?"
"It's fine. I happen to need to see Uncle Chu anyway."
"Really?" Jiang Yun asked doubtfully.
"Mm." Mo Hua nodded.
Jiang Yun no longer refused. Carrying the Storage Bag, she walked ahead while Mo Hua followed behind, holding two large heads of napa cabbage.
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