Ji Qingbai felt relieved and mused, “I’ve wandered around these past few days and from what I’ve seen, Tongxian City has truly changed. If we can settle down here, it would be considered living the good life.”
All his life he had toiled, seeking only to live peacefully, and now, after some twists and turns, he had found a place to call home.
Ji Qingbai looked at Ji Li and Fu Lan once more, feeling comforted, and said with a slight smile,
“If you don’t mind, you can start a family here; in a while, I’ll arrange marriage matters for you, so you can become Tao companions.”
The two were startled for a moment, their faces blushing abruptly, they exchanged a quiet glance, then both lowered their heads.
Under the pitch-black night, in the small courtyard, though the lamplight was faint, it warmed gently.
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Two days later, Mo Hua was practicing solving formations in a food establishment.
He would first draw a Compound Formation, and then solve it himself.
Such a piece of paper was used to practice the formation method twice; self-drawing and self-solving, although it was somewhat wasteful of Spiritual Ink.
While Mo Hua was drawing, Dazhu came running over, saying that his Wolf Fang Club with no wolf’s teeth was now ready.
Mo Hua’s spirits lifted, and he left the incomplete formation behind to follow Dazhu to the Refinery Shop.
Master Chen handed over an iron club to Mo Hua:
“I’ve refined it according to your specifications, with no wolf’s teeth. I’ve also left spaces for the formation, wrapped it in iron skin—it’s very sturdy; the interior is made from hard wood, so it won’t be too heavy.”
“Thank you, Master Chen!”
Mo Hua happily accepted the iron club, examining it thoroughly several times.
The iron club was silver-white, with tough outer skin, thicker than both of Mo Hua’s arms, and it felt weighty in his hands.
Mo Hua tried it out; it was still a bit heavy, but that was his issue, not the club’s.
Mo Hua was very satisfied with the iron club, praising, “Very good, worthy of Master Chen!”
Master Chen was so pleased that he stroked his beard with delight.
When Mo Hua found the time, he drew a First-grade Formation Method on the iron club, known as the “Thousand Jun Formation.”
The Thousand Jun Formation is an Earth Series technique from the Five Elements, and once spiritual power is infused to activate it, the spiritual artifact with the formation engraved on it will instantly become as heavy as a thousand jun.
Of course, claiming a thousand jun is definitely an exaggeration.
Mo Hua didn’t even believe it himself.
The names that many cultivators give to their cultivation techniques and formations shouldn’t be taken entirely at face value; just get the general idea.
As for how heavy this formation truly was, Mo Hua did not know, and moreover, depending on the amount of spiritual power used to activate the formation, its weight could vary.
Regardless, it was certainly very heavy, and using it to smash someone would surely suffice.
Mo Hua’s plan was to first raise the iron club, then activate the formation, which when bolstered by the formation would instantly become as heavy as a thousand jun, to be brought crashing down with great force.
In this way, even though he was not a Body Cultivator with a powerful physical body, the iron club would still possess sufficient force.
To pick up the slack, to finish off, to deal a stealthy blow, it should be enough.
The Thousand Jun Formation wasn’t difficult, and Mo Hua learned it in just two nights.
The formation wasn’t hard to draw either, and Mo Hua completed it in half an hour.
Mo Hua went to Big Black Mountain and found a large rock to test it out.
He first raised the iron club high, then channeled spiritual power into it. The grey-brown formation patterns flashed across it and it instantly fell heavily.
The rock was shattered to pieces, and Mo Hua’s hands were left tingling numbly.
Despite the numbness in his hands, Mo Hua was still quite satisfied.
He gave the iron club a name he had thought up long ago:
Thousand Jun Stick!