“Just for that?”
Zhang Lan sighed.
It wasn’t just because the Formation paintings were good, but because they were too good.
He didn’t know when Mo Hua became capable of painting First-grade Formations. It surprised him when the Court Leader mentioned it.
“Being good at painting Formations naturally garners respect, and since you’re also so young, the Court Leader definitely wants to meet you,” Zhang Lan said.
“There’s another reason as well,” Zhang Lan said. “It’s because you helped build the Refinery Shop and the Alchemist’s Business in the south of the city, which are now the biggest industries for Tao Cultivation in Tongxian City.”
“What does that have to do with the Court Leader?” Mo Hua asked, puzzled.
“The Taoist Court also values achievements. Maintaining stability, collecting taxes from Spirit Stones, constructing projects for Tao Cultivation—all count as achievements. The biggest Refinery Shop and Alchemist’s Business in Tongxian City were built under his governance, so naturally, they are considered his achievements.”
Mo Hua suddenly realized.
Zhang Lan took a sip of wine and then said, “In his youth, the old Court Leader was diligent and earnest, but he didn’t have many achievements. Now that he’s older and his ambitions have waned, he was thinking of retiring, when unexpectedly, a huge achievement like this fell into his lap.”
Zhang Lan shook his head and said with a chuckle, “It’s like a windfall, I guess. That’s why the old Court Leader is so grateful to you.”
Mo Hua smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t do much, just painted some Formations.”
Zhang Lan gave him a look, “That’s enough, being too modest is just arrogance.”
You call that “some” Formations?
From the buildings to the Artifact Furnaces and Alchemy Furnaces, didn’t you paint all those Formations?
Thinking this, Zhang Lan couldn’t help but sigh again.
He had no idea how Mo Hua’s little head worked, how he could possess such powerful Divine Sense.
The entire Refinery Shop and Alchemist’s Business, all those Formations, he had completed them all by himself…
Mo Hua then expressed his concerns, “Meeting the Court Leader, is there anything in particular I should be aware of? Does he have any taboos?
Zhang Lan shook his head.
Mo Hua asked again, “By the way, the Court Leader’s surname isn’t Fu, right?”
Zhang Lan was startled, “What about surname Fu?”
“With the surname ‘Fu,’ if demoted a level, one would become a Deputy Court Leader. So, if his surname is Fu, he could only be called Court Leader, not Fu Court Leader.”
Zhang Lan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at this, “Where did you hear that from?”
“That’s part of the experience of Tao Cultivation, don’t worry about where I heard it,” Mo Hua said.
Zhang Lan said helplessly, “The Court Leader’s surname is Zhou, he’s a decent person, and he has no particular taboos. You’re young, so even if you say something inappropriate, he won’t blame you. Don’t worry about it.”
“Mm-hmm.” Mo Hua nodded.
Two days later, Mo Hua followed Zhang Lan to the Taoist Court to meet Court Leader Zhou.
The Taoist Court was quite impressive, but it clearly appeared somewhat old, with some rooms tightly shut, their contents unknown.
The rooms they could enter were mostly used by the court cultivators for official duties, decorated in a stable and not overly luxurious manner, filled with various Cultivator Registrations, archives, and Jade Slips of different designs.
It all seemed a bit uninteresting and different from what Mo Hua had imagined.
This was the upper construction, and it was said that underneath there was a Taoist Prison.
The so-called Taoist Prison was where cultivators who had violated the Taoist Law were imprisoned.
Mo Hua was curious to see it and broaden his knowledge, but Zhang Lan wouldn’t allow it.