661 Formation Media (Thanks to the Boss Xuan Chou for the alliance~) 661 Formation Media (Thanks to the Boss Xuan Chou for the alliance~) “You don’t trust me?” Cheng Mo said with a displeased face.
Mo Hua ate his steamed bun in a prim and proper manner, responding perfunctorily, “I trust…”
But his demeanor clearly showed that he didn’t.
“I’m telling you, you probably don’t know how treacherous the Cultivation World is. When a real fight breaks out, it’s a matter of life and death…” Cheng Mo said.
“Uh-huh,” Mo Hua replied, still looking indifferent.
Cheng Mo sighed, “Why don’t you get it?”
He snatched a steamed bun from Mo Hua’s hand, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in a few bites, and then continued,
“You’re a Formation Master. Although Formation Masters are powerful, that’s because inside Sects or places governed by the Taoist Court, everyone behaves amiably, respects status, cares about face…”
Mo Hua was upset about his steamed bun being taken.
Cheng Mo hurriedly gave his drumstick to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took the drumstick, took a couple of bites, and nodded in satisfaction.
Seeing Mo Hua in a good mood, Cheng Mo’s eyes lit up, and he quickly said,
“Let me take you with me…”
“The tactics of Formation Masters require prior setup. Otherwise, if caught unprepared and forced into hasty combat, it’s a very passive situation.”
“If caught off guard, you might lose your life…”
“So, when Cultivators fight using spells and martial skills, Formation Masters also need to ‘cling to strong legs’!”
“Oh…” Mo Hua, gnawing on the drumstick, blinked and asked, “Then who are the ‘strong legs’?”
Cheng Mo immediately patted his chest,
“Me!”
“I’m telling you, my pair of large axes are the Cheng family’s ancestral weapons. They slay gods and buddhas alike. If you follow me, I’ll show you how impressive I am!”
“You’ll even get to earn Merit Points…”
Mo Hua looked at him skeptically, “Big Cheng, are you sure you don’t have any ulterior motives?”
Taking him along on missions and sharing Merit Points?
Could he really be such an idiot?
Cheng Mo laughed sheepishly, “Not really… it’s just…”
Cheng Mo looked around, then whispered lower,
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll take you on missions, and you’ll call me ‘Junior Brother’!”
Mo Hua was somewhat speechless, “That’s it?”
Cheng Mo looked displeased, “What do you mean, ‘that’s it’? Do you understand the significance of the term ‘Junior Brother’?”
Mo Hua shook his head.
Cheng Mo gritted his teeth.
It’s like dying from drought if you’re dry, flooding if you’re wet.
Some people just don’t appreciate their good fortune!
Cheng Mo said, “It’s normal to call those from the year above you ‘Junior Brother or Sister’ in the Sect. It’s a matter of courtesy.”
“For disciples of the same year, having others call you ‘Junior Brother or Sister’ is a matter of face, of prestige!”
“So…”
Cheng Mo whispered, “I take you on missions, you call me Junior Brother, and from now on, we call each other Junior Brother…”
“You won’t benefit from that either, will you?” Mo Hua didn’t understand.
Cheng Mo said with an open-minded expression, “It doesn’t matter; as long as I’m not at a loss, it’s fine!”
Mo Hua nodded, then suddenly felt something was off. He thought for a moment and shook his head,
“No, that’s not right…”
“You can’t get an advantage from me…”
“But in front of Situ Jian and the others, it would be different…”
“They call me ‘Junior Brother’; if I call you ‘Junior Brother’ too, that makes you their Junior Brother as well!”
Cheng Mo’s face turned red.
He had not expected that his little calculation, thought up with such effort, would be seen through by Mo Hua while simply eating a drumstick.
Mo Hua hummed softly,
“Don’t even think about it. I am the ‘Junior Brother’, and I have to uphold the face for those who call me Junior Brother; I can’t let them feel inferior in front of you!”
Cheng Mo was stiff-faced.
Mo Hua quickly finished the drumstick and, feeling full, prepared to leave.