Asking about longevity

"If you donate the spirit stone, once the formation is completed and Feng Xi is killed, we will build a big monster-suppressing monument..."

Mo Hua gestured with his hands to show how big the cake...no, how big the monument was, and then said to Mr. An:

"When the time comes, engrave your name first, engrave it larger, and paint it in gold so that people can see it at a glance!"

Setting up a demon-suppressing monument is a tradition for demon hunters.

Once a powerful monster that is causing trouble is suppressed, the monster hunters will cast a monster-suppressing stele and engrave the names of the monks who participated in the monster hunting on it to demonstrate their achievements in monster hunting.

However, no one has killed the big demon before, so naturally no one has set up a demon-suppressing monument to slay the big demon.

Mr. An asked calmly: "What if I can't kill him?"

Mo Hua also said frankly: "You will lose money when doing business, and you will make mistakes when hunting monsters, not to mention hunting such a big monster, the risk is also extremely high."

"If you can't kill it, then you can't kill it and you have to find another way out. Naturally, your spiritual stone donation will be in vain."

Mr. An frowned, "So, I donated my family property just for a false reputation that I may not necessarily get?"

"This is a real reputation, not a false one." Mo Hua corrected.

"How to be honest?"

Mo Hua explained: "Once the big demon is killed and the demon-suppressing monument is completed, then this monument will be the most important monument in the history of Tongxian City."

"Tongxian City is here, the Demon Suppression Monument is there, your name is there, and the An family will always be remembered by the monks in Tongxian City."

"This honor is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, no matter how many spiritual stones you spend in the future, you won't be able to buy it again."

Mr. An was touched and couldn't help frowning and thinking.

Seeing this, Mo Hua whispered again: "Old man, let me say something ugly..."

Mr. An was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "Just tell me."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"The An family is still prosperous now. Everyone knows that you are the second largest family in Tongxian City. But in the future, if your An family declines and your family property is gone, who will remember who you are?"

"At that time, the An family will be like all small families in this world. They will disappear from the public, no one will mention it, and no one will remember it. Even your children of the An family may not be proud of the family anymore.

Mr. An looked calm, but his eyes dropped. He knew in his heart that Mo Hua was telling the truth.

This is also the fate of most small families in the cultivation world.

What goes up must come down.

The small family has a weak foundation. Once it declines and the clan members are scattered, it will be difficult for them to rise again.

Not to mention a small family like theirs, even a large aristocratic family, once they fall, may gradually decline and eventually disappear in the long river of cultivation history.

Seeing Mr. An's move, Mo Hua's eyes brightened, and he took the opportunity to say again:

"But if your name is engraved on the largest demon-suppressing monument in Tongxian City, it will be different. All the monks in Tongxian City will remember your name and the history of the An family, even hundreds of years later. Anjia is gone..."

Mr. An's heart trembled, and he looked at the ink painting with resentment.

What does it mean that the An family is gone...

Mo Hua smiled sheepishly and put it in a euphemistic way, "Even if the An family declines in a few hundred years and is no longer so wealthy, the people of Tongxian City will still remember your kindness..."

"At this time, the spirit stone is illusory, and this reputation is real."

The ink painting is articulate and well-guided.

Mr. An gradually frowned, thinking in his heart, and couldn't make up his mind for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and said slowly:

"Let me think about it."

Mo Hua originally asked for Mr. An's opinion and did not want to force him. He actually had other ways to raise spiritual stones.

It's just that the An family's current situation is indeed a bit of a dilemma.

Donating or not donating is not a good idea.

That's why he asked Mr. An to donate some spiritual stones to give the An family a good reputation for future generations.

But in the end, it is still up to Mr. An to decide.

"Then think about it slowly, I'll take my leave now."

Mo Hua bowed politely and then walked out of An's house with small steps.

Mr. An looked at Mo Hua's back in a daze.

After a while, the screen moved slightly, and An Yonglu, the head of the An family from behind, came out, walked softly to Mr. An, respectfully poured a cup of tea for Mr. An, and asked carefully:

"Dad, how's it going?"

Mr. An was angry when he thought of Mo Hua, who had spoken calmly just now, and when he saw his son's groveling look.

"You said that you are the head of the family after all, and such a big thing cannot be brought to the table!"

"A teenage boy in Mo Hua can find me openly and negotiate with me in a reasonable and well-founded manner."

"You, the head of the family, can't help at all. You can't say a word, but you just know how to hide behind and eavesdrop!"

"If the An family is really left in your hands, it will be over sooner or later!"

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An Yonglu was scolded so badly that he felt aggrieved:

I would like to come forward, but you are worried...

But he didn't dare to talk back.

Mr. An cursed a lot, his anger subsided, he sighed and said:

"Donate it."

An Yonglu said: "Don't listen to that kid in Mo Hua..."

Mr. An sighed: "Mo Hua has selfish motives, but he is also telling the truth. When a disaster comes, our An family's wealth cannot be defended... It's better to use it in exchange for a good reputation."

An Yonglu was unconvinced, "How could you not be able to hold on?"

Mr. An said coldly: "What are you guarding with?"

An Yonglu wanted to say that he could keep it, but when the words came to his lips, he was too timid to speak.

Seeing him like this, Mr. An looked a little tired and said slowly:

"I have been thinking about it for a long time these days, but there is still no good solution."

"There are only two roads before us to settle down: either go or stay."

"If we leave, we can move our family to other fairy cities, but other fairy cities are occupied by powerful forces and may not be able to accommodate Anjia, let alone get a piece of their pie."

"And our Anjia Restaurant has been open for a long time, always thinking about making money by being harmonious. If there are no ruthless people among our descendants, if we move to other places, we will definitely decline within three generations."

"If we move to the city with the scattered cultivators, then we will be a piece of fat meat, and anyone will take a bite of it."

Speaking of this, Mr. An thought of the past again.

The caravan escorted by the direct disciples of the An family back then was swallowed up completely by the evil cultivators secretly ordered by the ancestor of the Qian family in the Daheishan Mountains, and no one survived.

Thinking about this now, Mr. An is still frightened.

On the way to the city, I don't know how many Dahei Mountains I will pass and how many black villages I will encounter.

They Anjia walked all the way, fearing that their bones would be chewed away.

"If you don't want to leave, then you can only stay and build a large formation."

"Since we are staying to build a large formation, we must work together. Those poor casual cultivators have donated their spiritual stones. How can we, Anjia, be selfish and let others look down upon us?"

Mr. An still has something to say.

He actually has selfish motives too.

His life is short, and he cannot improve his cultivation. This life is coming to an end. Although he is the head of the family in the foundation building period and is prominent in front of others, he has not accomplished much.

Mr. An was not willing to give up. He didn't expect that he would be wasting his time when he was old. He wanted to leave a name for himself and a good name for the An family.

With his mind set, Mr. An felt much more relaxed and said, "Donate."

An Yonglu was stunned and said: "Donate it all?"

When Mr. An heard this, he became angry again, "Are you a pig head? Donate everything. Are we, all of us, drinking from the northwest wind? Before you speak, can you think about it?"

An Yonglu said weakly: "How much will you donate..."

Mr. An only felt pain in his forehead, and said patiently: "About 70% to 80%."

"Oh." An Yonglu tried again: "Then I will take care of it and hand it over to Chief Zhou?"

Mr. An nodded, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, you count them, make a list, and hand it over to Mo Hua yourself."

An Yonglu was slightly startled, a little unhappy, "This is too flattering to him..."

Even if he can draw large formations, he is still just a teenager.

An Yonglu wanted to say something else, but he saw that Mr. An's eyelids were twitching and he was suppressing his anger. He couldn't help but want to hit him...

An Yonglu immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

Mr. An said helplessly:

"When you look for Mo Hua, remember to bring Xiao Fu with you. Except for necessary matters, you should say less and be more respectful."

An Yonglu had no choice but to lower his head and say yes, but he still looked a little confused.

Mr. An took a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said seriously:

"These spiritual stones are used to exchange for reputation."

"If we successfully kill the big demon, our family will have a good name for generations to come."

"If we fail to kill him, the casual cultivators will also think of us, especially Elder Yu. If we befriend him, the demon hunter will also help Anjia if he encounters difficulties."

"But the most important thing is that this spiritual stone needs to be exchanged to draw a favor."

"This kid, Mo Hua, is still very kind." Mr. An breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion:

"If the formation is really built, then Mo Hua will be the 13-year-old main formation master of the first-grade formation. No matter what reputation he has, it is far less important than Mo Hua's favor."

An Yonglu was startled, "Is it really that important?"

Mr. An shook his head and murmured: "You don't understand the weight of the three words 'main formation master'. Especially since this main formation master is only thirteen years old, it is even more terrifying..."

An Yonglu felt a chill in his heart and nodded solemnly.

Since the old man said so, then the main formation master must be more powerful.

However, whether it is a first-level formation master or a main formation master, he feels that they are actually very different...

Seeing his expression, Mr. An knew that he didn't understand at all, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Two days later, An Yonglu counted the spirit stones and some formation materials, drew up a list, and brought An Xiaofu to the door in person to hand them over to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, "Thank you, Uncle An, and please tell Mr. An that Mo Hua will remember this favor!"

An Yonglu nodded, feeling that the task was accomplished. He also remembered Mr. An's instructions and did not say any more words. He only exchanged a few words and left.

On the contrary, An Xiaofu stayed.

He didn't care at all. He didn't care whether he donated the spirit stone or not. He just heard that something was going on and that he was looking for Mo Hua, so he followed him in a hurry, and then had a legitimate meal before going back.

After all, in his heart, Painter Mo's food is the most delicious.

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