Chapter 734: 570 Chapter “Windfall”_3
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Although the Five Elements Source Pattern encompassed various Five Elements Formations, it was normal for these lower-tier formations to be included as well.
However, Mo Hua still felt that some of the formations were just filler added by the ancestors of the Five Elements Sect, meant to “contaminate” the Source Pattern…
Mo Hua sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.
His only option was to continue practicing formations while hoping that one day he would have a stroke of great luck and be able to draw…
No, it was to “decipher” a Fourteen Pattern Second Grade Five Elements Formation!
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Until then, he could only hone his skills with these Ten Pattern and Eleven Pattern formations…
Mo Hua collected his thoughts, then spent the entire night practicing formations on the Taoist Stele.
When he awoke in the morning, he still felt unfulfilled.
Unfortunately, the few bottles of Second Grade Spiritual Ink given to him by Master Luo and Master Qian were used up, preventing him from actually drawing formations anymore.
Seven bottles of Spiritual Ink were not enough; it was nowhere near sufficient for Mo Hua’s use, and even with the utmost frugality, they wouldn’t last long.
“Learn to put into practice…”
Mo Hua firmly remembered Mr. Zhuang’s teaching.
Having the Taoist Stele, “learning” was not a problem.
With his Divine Sense submerged in the Sea of Consciousness, practicing on the Taoist Stele did not require pen or ink, nor paper, and his Divine Sense could even backtrack, allowing for training that was ten to dozens of times more than others.
Upon reflecting on this, Mo Hua felt somewhat fortunate.
“Thank goodness I have the Taoist Stele…”
Not only could he practice formations, but he could also temper his Divine Sense.
As long as he relentlessly persisted in practicing, he would learn more and more formations, his Divine Sense would grow stronger, and then he could go on to learn even more formations…
This cycle would continue, like a “snowball” effect, constantly enlarging his Divine Sense as well as his expertise in formations.
However, he was now able to “learn,” but unable to “use.”
It wasn’t just the Spiritual Ink; the pens and paper were also a big issue.
Mo Hua had bartered for a few Second Grade “Formation Papers” from Old Master An, but they were barely a stopgap and quickly ran out.
Such Second Grade Formation Papers were expensive.
They were difficult to acquire, yet all too easy to use up…
Even so, Formation Paper was the cheapest of the formation media.
Other formation media, such as Spiritual Artifacts, Array Plates, and Formation Flags, were even more expensive, far beyond what Mo Hua could afford.
Besides Formation Paper, there was also the Formation Pen.
Mo Hua hadn’t expected Formation Pens to be more expensive than Formation Paper, and furthermore, Second Grade Formation Pens wore out more easily than First Grade ones.
The Spiritual Ink of the Second Grade contained a stronger concentration of Spiritual Power and Blood Qi from Monster Beasts.
A Formation Pen soaked in Spiritual Ink would wear down faster.
Inferior Formation Pens, often used until they went “bald,”…
Whereas those long-lasting, top-quality Formation Pens were made of lavish materials and had a prohibitive cost—selling himself wouldn’t cover their price.
“Is there any way to draw formations without using paper or pens?”
Mo Hua stroked his chin, pondering briefly.
He had some vague ideas but needed more time to research them.
But even if he didn’t use paper or pens, ink was essential…
“Second Grade Spiritual Ink is made with Second Grade Monster Blood…”
Mo Hua thought of the Big Tiger.
Drawing blood from the Big Tiger… definitely not an option; he had a pretty good relationship with the Big Tiger and couldn’t entertain such thoughts.
Then, perhaps…
Find a way to work with the Big Tiger to hunt other Second Grade Monster Beasts in the Big Black Mountain?
It would eat the meat, while I drew the blood?
Mo Hua nodded silently, feeling that this plan was feasible.
Then Mo Hua was suddenly struck by a realization.
The Big Tiger…
Only then did he remember that the Big Tiger had also given him some “gifts,” those unclaimed Storage Bags.
After returning home, Mo Hua had so many people to greet that he had temporarily forgotten about them.