Da Hu had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining almost a year ago, but his luck had been poor. He had missed the Monster Hunting Ceremony by just a few days, so he could not become a Monster Hunter, and there had been no way for him to go up the mountain to hunt monsters.
Shuang Hu and Xiao Hu had about the same aptitude. Though they loved to play, they were still fairly diligent in their regular cultivation, so within the year, they had also broken through one after another and reached the sixth level of Qi Refining.
The Monster Hunting Ceremony was held in front of the ancestral hall. Da Hu and the other two, along with some other cultivators who had just reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, took part in the Monster Hunting Ceremony under the guidance of several highly respected elders.
The Monster Hunting Ceremony was rather complicated. First, they had to burn incense and offer worship to heaven and earth. After that came the blood oath: they cut their palms with a knife, dripped their blood into wine, then raised their cups and drank together.
The elder said a few words. Mo Hua was far away and could not hear very clearly, only catching the general meaning in scattered bits and pieces.
The meaning was that, as fellow Monster Hunters, though they had no blood ties, they had made a pact in blood and drunk this wine together; they would support one another, shed blood together when there was blood to shed, and put their strength toward one place when there was strength to use.
Monsters were more than several times stronger and fiercer than cultivators. If they did not work with one heart and one mind, they could not eat from