The next morning, the Athamana calmly broke camp and returned to the territory of the Mo clan, with their Master and his disciple at their side. Of course, the chán disciples welcomed their master with tears in their eyes, but the man scolded them in such a way that the Athamanas had a hard time holding back their laughter when they saw the disciples' face. She Tao was the only one who listened to his master without batting an eye, as if the words did not reach him.
After the unpleasant scolding, the Athamanas handed Master Mo the minerals they had acquired during the change of territory, which was why they had originally visited the master earlier than they should have, and then decided that it was time to return to Madüjawr. But before they left, a particularly nervous messenger appeared in the Mo clan's territory and held a scroll towards the clan leader with trembling hands.
"What's in the message shizun?" She Tao inquired curiously.
"I can't go back to Madüjawr, the utauchis are attacking again, we have to help the other clans." The master sighed.
"Uta... What?" Benkó grimaced.
"Utauchis." Master Mo repeated.
"What are those?" Achilleus scratched his head.
"Danovuses." Came Wandi's harsh voice and when the team looked at him, disgust was clearly visible on the boy's face. "Boss, can we look at them?" He turned to Razvan.
"If we don't disturb Master Mo." He shrugged.
"If you want to stay here for a few more days, until we reach our destination." The master waved, which caused Benkó to snort.
"Why does everyone always forget that I can actually make hot ice bricks from two white tree branches?!" The boy growled and immediately got down on one knee to build the tower. "Here you go! We'll be there in no time." He dusted off his hands as he stood up.
"Maybe they forget because you usually don't advertise that you can do that, peeing boy." Achilleus grinned.
"Keep your mouth shut, you bastard!" Benkó growled at him.
"If you don't stop, I'll beat you both up." Wandi interjected, before the two boys pulled themselves together in the company of an apology.
"Master Mo, call your students here, you need to stand close to the hot ice brick seven-mile tower for someone to be un the range. " Razvan remarked, which got the master to act, and when all the brown-clothed cháns were standing around them, Master Mo bent down to the small tower and, as if he knew how to use it, which was probably true, he pulled out a brick from the fourth level and placed it at the top of the tower. And the group disappeared in an instant from the land of the Mo clan and appeared in a clearing among the members of several chán clans.
"He wouldn't be a shizun if he couldn't use it perfectly right away, I fell on my ass when I tried." She Tao folded his arms in front of him, grinning.
"Because you didn't do it with hot ice bricks." Benkó shrugged.
"So that's why you need the brick!" The chán boy snaped his fingers, and nodded.
"Clan Leader Mo! We're glad you got here so soon. Who are the strangers?" A man dressed in red clothes appeared in front of Master Mo, who even at first glance seemed to hold a high rank in his own clan.
"Clan leader Lian." Master Mo nodded, then looked towards the hegins. "They came from beyond the Xidashan, they call themselves hegins, and before any of you get upset, they are my students." The master remarked with an icy look and a harsh voice, and the other clan leader nodded.
"In that case, I welcome you to our land." The man nodded towards the Athamanas, but before he could continue, the members of several clans surrounded them and immediately started talking, of which most of the hegins did not understand a word, because they were using their own language.
"Don't you understand Mo Ching, they have western mercenaries with them, as if it wasn't enough that the utauchis don't have a weak point!?" Upon hearing the suddenly shouted sentence in the common language, there was silence among those present. Master Mo clenched his fists and his face showed tense features.
"Of course they have." Wandi giggled. "Here." He pointed to his right shoulder. "Here." He put his hand on his left shoulder. "Here." He moved his hand down to a point under his left rib. "Here." He led his hand to the right side at the same height. "And here." He finally pointed to the center of his abdomen. "These kí centers, if any one of them is hit, it paralyzes all the muscles and limbs belonging to that point." The boy shrugged.
"How do you know?" One of the clan leaders muttered, with which he managed to bring an evil smile to the lips of the Vojk boy.
"I should know how to kill my own kind." Said the boy in a calm voice.
"Wait!" Citar's eyes widened. "You put the nails on these points, don't you?" Bolacsuk boy looked at his friend in fear.
"Yes, as you say. Precisely because these are the weakest points. Thanks to the nails, we don't have this weak point, but the wild danovuses leave them unprotected." The boy shrugged.
"Yo, Wandi, I don't want to interfere, but you noticeably speak so much." Suk looked suspiciously at the Vojk boy.
"Odf course he does, we're out of earshot of his father, here he says what he wants." Razvan laughed.
"Utauchi?! Did you bring an utauchi here?!" One of the clan leaders came up, looking at Master Mo with sparkling eyes.
"I'm not such an uncontrolled beast!" Wandi hissed between clenched teeth.
"Don't bother with him, he doesn't know what he's talking about." Citar grabbed the boy's upper arm and shook his head. "Our danovuses, or utauchis as you call them, have never harmed us, so it would be an honor if you would not accuse my friend even of the thought." Citar looked straight into the eyes of the clan leader.
"Ghosts!" The scream suddenly filled the space and everyone immediately turned towards the sound, a young boy ran towards the crowd. His face was snow white, his hair stood in knots from sweat. "Ghosts! Plenty!" He repeated, panting.
"Oh, no. The Qudiao clan is nowhere to be found." A muffled voice came from somewhere.
"How do we stop them?* Asked another, while the Athamanas looked at each other, the ghosts appeared on the horizon at this moment.
"They are just simple souls. A flute solo and they disappear." Citar snarled, which made the cháns all look at the Athamanas in surprise.
"Don't be surprised, they cultivate differently." Master Mo spoke. "Well, my students, will you take care of the distractions?" He nodded to the spirits.
"Who wants to start?" Razvan asked, and Citar grinned.
"Do it Rahul." He announced.
"Why me?" He pointed to himself.
"Because besides the boss's, yours was the most effective liberation I've seen in my life." The Bolacsuk boy stuck out his tongue at him.
"Have I told you that I hate you?!" Rahul narrowed his eyes, but in the end he just reached for his belt and took out his flute and stood in front of the team. "Just one question, what to play?" He looked back at his companions.
"Okay, I'll help." Etele's voice was heard and the ghost appeared in front of Rahul, who turned towards him. Several of the cháns screamed in fright. "Listen carefully Rahul, because I will show you only once." Etele announced, when a flute appeared in his hand. When he raised the object to his mouth, a soft melody filled the clearing. "Well, the first two were the basics, the other three were my invention." Rahul's relative put half his hand on his hip and looked away towards the approaching ghosts. "Based on how many there are, I think you should do the fourth." He shrugged. "Good luck, I'm going to visit Riki's nest." The ghost grinned before disappearing.
"He really could have taken us away." Razvan shook his head. "Will you show us what you learned Rahul?" He smiled at the mentioned.
"Of course I will Tapló boss." Rahul grinned and raised the flute to his mouth, and even though it was much slower, the equally sweet sound would fill the land of the chán clans, so that the approaching ghost slowly left one by one in the form of small red butterflies.