Once the Large Formation was complete, the battle to subjugate demons could begin.
But at the moment of truth, when the battle was about to commence, all the cultivators of Tongxian City felt doubts arising in their hearts.
Was the Large Formation truly flawless? Could it really subdue Feng Xi?
It wasn’t just the Loose Cultivators; even the Formation Establishment Stage cultivators like Elder Yu were filled with anxiety.
But they didn’t dare to ask Mo Hua.
One reason was fear of adding pressure to Mo Hua, and the other was that asking would be of no use.
An arrow shot cannot be brought back.
At this point, with the Large Formation already built, they had no choice but to brace themselves and start the demon subjugation.
Mo Hua, from beginning to end, wore a calm gaze and composed expression.
It was as if the defeat of the great demon within the Large Formation was a certainty.
This unexpectedly steadied several Foundation Building Cultivators.
Elder Yu sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that although they were cultivators who had lived for a century and weathered many storms, now they were less composed than Mo Hua, a mere child.
However, another thought crossed his mind: although they had faced tribulations, they had never encountered a storm as great as a big demon...
Since a Large Formation was still a formation, and since it was a formation, they didn’t understand it; if they didn’t understand, they might as well put their trust in Mo Hua.
Not only Elder Yu, but practically all cultivators shared this thought.
The Five Elements Slaughter Demon Great Formation was a constraint and slaughter formation. In order to trap and kill Feng Xi, they naturally had to lure Feng Xi into the formation first.
This step was very dangerous, hence only Foundation Building Cultivators could undertake it, with Taoist Soldiers covering them from the sidelines.
Among the Foundation Building Cultivators who would lure Feng Xi, Mo Hua was surprised to see Zhang Lan.
"Uncle Zhang, you’ve reached Foundation Establishment?!"
Mo Hua was taken aback.
Zhang Lan tried to look nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed his pride as he casually said, "Not bad, I managed to seize some time to establish my foundation."
Mo Hua curled his lips. Seizing some time to establish his foundation... he made it sound as easy as securing a marriage match.
Is Foundation Establishment really that easy...
But then he remembered what Zhang Lan had said before.
For disciples of noble clans, Foundation Establishment indeed wasn’t hard.
Zhang Lan had been at the Qi Refining Ninth Level previously, first to consolidate his foundation, and second to avoid troubles from his clan.
"Have you properly consolidated your foundation?" Mo Hua inquired.
Zhang Lan casually replied, "It’s almost there, there’s no need to keep polishing it."
"Now that you’ve established your foundation, does that mean you’ll have to go home for an arranged wedding?" Mo Hua curiously prodded.
Zhang Lan’s face darkened, "You kid, can’t you talk about something serious?"
Mo Hua chuckled, feeling a sense of gratitude at the same time.
He knew that Zhang Lan’s action was actually for the cultivators of Tongxian City. After all, in facing a big demon, having an additional Foundation Building Cultivator meant more strength and security, which was why he was eager to break through his cultivation stage.
Mo Hua silently noted Zhang Lan’s kindness, thinking to himself:
"I must help Uncle Zhang if I ever get the chance!"
The plan to subjugate the big demon had already been discussed and agreed upon before the Large Formation was completed. Now it was just a matter of confirming the candidates.
The very next day, as the sky was still dim, Taoist Soldiers began to assemble.
Yang Jiyong stood on a hilltop, gazing solemnly at the blood-colored big demon in the distance.
Shortly after, another leader of the Taoist Soldiers clad in armor approached and said in a low voice, "Big brother, everything is arranged."
This man was Yang Rong, a member of the Yang Family as well as the commander of the Taoist Soldiers who had been dispatched here to assist.
Yang Jiyong nodded, but his brows remained knitted.
The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, so Yang Rong tried to lighten the mood by striking up a conversation with Yang Jiyong.
After talking about some trivial matters of their clan, Yang Rong suddenly looked puzzled and asked,
"Big brother, why did we only call over people from the Yang Family this time?"
When requesting the deployment of Taoist Soldiers, one usually had to accept whomever the Taoist Court allocated. However, Yang Jiyong had used the Yang Family’s connections to have Yang Rong and others transferred here.
Moreover, it was not just Yang Rong; all the Taoist Soldiers who came had ties with the Yang Family, either sharing the Yang surname, being allied through marriage, or having received favors from the Yang Family; they were all considered "our own people" by the Yang Family.
"I feel more assured when our own people handle matters," Yang Jiyong answered.
Yang Rong clearly didn’t believe him, "Big brother, tell me the truth, don’t lie to me."
Yang Jiyong gave Yang Rong a look, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said,
"Alright, I’ll tell you, but you must keep it to yourself, and don’t let any of it slip to our men below."
Yang Rong’s expression became serious as he nodded, "Don’t worry, big brother."