Mo Hua went home that night, lay in bed, and could not fall asleep.
For one thing, he was a little worried about the three of them, Da Hu and the others. For another, he thought that, for better or worse, he was still a cultivator, yet he seemed to have no means of attacking or defending himself at all.
The cultivators of Immortal City were simple and honest in their ways, and in all the years he had grown up, he had never encountered any danger. But never having encountered danger did not mean he never would.
If he truly did run into danger, he had to have some means of self-defense. He could not possibly just sit and wait for death.
Mo Hua was not a body cultivator, and his blood qi was very weak, so he could not learn martial arts for cultivation. In that case, he could only learn spells. But Mo Hua's spiritual power was not exactly strong either, and besides, he was only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement, with a relatively low cultivation level. It was still a little early for him to learn spells...
After thinking it over and over, the only thing he could use was arrays...
"Are there any arrays that can attack?"
Mo Hua turned over and got out of bed, took out the Collection of Thousand Arrays that Mr. Zhuang had given him, and started searching through it:
"The Ice Spike Array, seven Array Patterns, but I haven't learned ice-type Array Patterns before, and the spiritual ink used to draw the array is very rare too..."
"The Thunder Fire Array should be pretty powerful... nine Array Patterns. Better forget it..."
"The Wood Prison Array isn't used for attacking..."
"The Fire Breath Array, three Array Patterns. Its power