Old Kui's "Fireball Technique" appeared before him. Mo Hua pondered silently... With the help of Divine Sense, one by one, he compressed the Fireball Technique into threads, reconstructing it in a weaving and fitting format, condensing and combining it into a new Fireball Skill Pattern within a limited space, unleashing extremely powerful might... This was what Grandpa Gui had demonstrated, containing profound skill theory within ordinary things. After complex changes, even a simple Fireball Technique could produce mutations and derive powerful lethality... It was somewhat like Formation, but the specific form was somewhat different. After all, Spell was still different from Formation. Mo Hua had not yet reached the realm of returning to simplicity, where various laws diverge and the Great Dao converges. In his current understanding of Tao Cultivation, these two were still vastly different. But how could this kind of Fireball Technique be cultivated? "Compress, reconstruct..." "Powerful Fireball Technique..." Mo Hua had some clues in his heart, but when it came to the specific Skill Pattern, he still felt confused and found it elusive. He then gazed at the setting sun, lost in contemplation. Beside him, Yu Er, who had finished her homework early, was rolling on the soft grass. After getting bored, she glanced back and saw Mo Hua frowning, seemingly pondering something. Yu Er was somewhat confused but did not disturb Mo Hua, quietly lying down beside him. The sun completely set, and suddenly it grew dark. The pitch-black night enveloped them. Yu Er shivered involuntarily, her eyes filled with lingering unease and fear. This was the instinct lingering from deep-night nightmares, fear of the darkness and night. Yu Er's little face crumpled together, hugging her knees, trembling. It seemed that in the surrounding darkness, countless lustful Demon Monsters with inexhaustible unknown Evil Spirits lurked. Yu Er's little face turned pale. At some unknown moment, a warm hand touched Yu Er's head. Yu Er looked up and saw Mo Hua looking at her kindly. "It's dark, let's go back." Yu Er paused, then showed a relieved smile. "Yes!" And so, Mo Hua led Yu Er along the narrow mountain path, walking from the deepening night towards the Disciple's Residence, lit with warm yellow lights. Yu Er's small hand held by Mo Hua, walking behind him, suddenly felt courage surge through her body, dispelling all unease and fear. Be it the dark night or Demon Monsters, there was nothing to be afraid of. A happy smile slowly spread across Yu Er's little face. ... After returning to the Disciple's Residence, Mo Hua stayed with Yu Er for a while. After Yu Er had fallen asleep, he briefly drew a few Formations, then resumed pondering the Fireball Technique... If, within the Five Elements Spell, he had to choose one attack-type Spell, he would definitely choose the Fireball Technique. After all, the Fireball Technique had been with him for a long time; he needed to be devoted and unwavering. Even if he would learn Swordsmanship, Sword Control, or Divine Thought into Sword in the future, he must not get carried away by new interests and cast aside the Fireball Technique. He needed to perfect the Fireball Technique to the extreme! He wanted not only to be a Spell Master but a Fireball Technique Master as well! Besides, whether it's Swordsmanship or Divine Thought into Sword, they were still far off; currently, he could only rely on the Fireball Technique. Mo Hua revisited Old Kui's demonstration of the Fireball Technique multiple times, pondering over and over, but still made little progress. Spell was not like Formation. With Formation, he had the Taoist Stele, allowing him to practice continuously and deduce constantly. But with Spell, it was different. Mo Hua thought it over and decided that he needed to find a place where he could personally handle and try various changes to the Fireball Technique. The next day, Mo Hua found time to visit the Dao Room. The Dao Room, as the name implies, apart from teaching the Dao, also had dedicated residences for Disciples to practice Spells on their own. Inside, there was a Formation for protection. There was also a Spell dummy for Disciples to practice Spells and test the potency of Spells. Outside the Dao Room, there was also a Pill Master on duty. Whenever some Disciples had mishaps while practicing Spells, injuring themselves, the Pill Master would come forward to treat them with Spiritual Medicine or stabilize them with Pills to prevent their conditions from worsening. Such incidents were common. After all, no one could guarantee perfection in the practice of Cultivation. Since becoming involved in chasing Sin Cultivators and paying his inheritance fees, Mo Hua occasionally rented the Dao Room to practice Spells. His Divine Sense was strong, and his Spell control was extremely precise; to date, he had never mishandled or been injured by his own Spells! Mo Hua blinked, unable to think of any situation where he would be injured by his own Spell... Renting the Dao Room required some Spirit Stones and registration with the Elder of Daoist Law. Mo Hua was quite familiar with the Elder of Daoist Law. Even though his grades in Daoist Skills were only "Grade C," this was because his Spiritual Root was limited, preventing him from learning Superior Skills—no helping it. The Elder, teaching Daoist Law, was very understanding and thus didn't mind that Mo Hua attended his classes but could only achieve "Grade C." While Mo Hua could not cultivate Superior Skills, he was well-versed in low-level Spells and had a unique approach to Spells. This suited the Elder's tastes a lot. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺 The Elder of Daoist Law, bored of playing chess with a Danshi Elder, greeted Mo Hua amiably and cautioned him with a "Be careful, don't hurt yourself" before letting him in. Entering the single-person Dao Room, Mo Hua couldn't wait to start improving his own Fireball Technique. First was the compression of the Fireball Technique. Mo Hua tried, following Grandpa Gui's demonstration, to forcefully compress the Fireball Technique into threads using Divine Sense.