Even, he might have been taught that orthodox and supreme inheritance of Innate Formations by Mr. Zhuang!
It showed that this Junior Formation Master was highly favored by Mr. Zhuang.
And this Junior Formation Master was merely the junior-most disciple; above him, there was a pair of senior brother and sister.
If he could draw a first-grade formation with ten patterns, what about his senior brother and sister?
Could they draw eleven patterns, or even... twelve patterns?
The Chief Elder broke into a cold sweat.
No wonder that Mr. Zhuang was so arrogant!
He truly had the capital to be arrogant.
Sitting down below, Mo Hua, seeing their hesitance, then inquired, "How is it?"
The Chief Elder's mouth twitched slightly, a bitter tone in his voice:
"Chu Xuan's drawn formation, the Dry Wood Reviving Spring Formation, a peak of a first-grade with nine patterns..."
"Mo Hua's drawn formation, a first-grade with ten patterns..."
"Mo Hua... wins."
First-grade with ten patterns?!
Chu Xuan, who had thought the victory was in his grasp, immediately stood up, looking at Mo Hua in disbelief.
The other disciples were also abuzz with discussion:
"Isn't a first-grade just nine patterns, how can there be a formation with ten?"
"You don't even know this?"
"You must be from the Five Elements Sect..."
"Forget learning formations..."
"A first-grade with ten patterns is an Ultimate Formation, an extraordinary formation that is generally unattainable."
"But isn't he just Qi-refined, how can he learn a ten-pattern formation?"
"How would I know?"
"Why don't you go ask?"
A disciple whispered, "Didn't you see the Chief Elder's face? It looked like a pig's kidney, he's obviously not happy. Who would dare ask at this time and risk stirring him up?"
"You're dead meat now, the Chief Elder is a Golden Core, he must have heard what you said..."
The disciple's face turned white, covering his face with a sleeve, hoping the Chief Elder wouldn't see him.
...
Chu Xuan was overwhelmed with emotions, his face showing defeat and reluctance, but at last, he let out a sigh, shed off the pride he had on his face, and respectfully gave Mo Hua a bow.
Mo Hua returned the gesture, nodding silently in his heart.
This Chu Xuan, he had a good temperament, indeed had the potential to be crafted.
Amidst some noise in the Formation Pavilion, and after a while when things settled down a bit, Mo Hua began to soul-searchingly inquire:
"What's next?"