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Mo Hua officially became a One-rank Formation Master after the assessment.
The news spread back to Tongxian City, and everyone was overjoyed.
This was, so far, the first and only One-rank Formation Master from the loose cultivators of Tongxian City.
Elder Yu decided to celebrate.
The celebration was not only for Mo Hua becoming a One-rank Formation Master but also for the communal effort of Tongxian City in slaying the Big Demon Feng Xi.
Moreover, Elder Yu had another purpose, which was to see Mo Hua off on his journey.
Mo Hua was about to set out and leave Tongxian City.
And in the slaying of the Big Demon, preserving the peace of Tongxian City, Mo Hua could be said to have played a significant role.
Elder Yu had no way to repay him, so he wanted to use a citywide festival as a farewell for Mo Hua.
Elder Yu specially sought out Court Leader Zhou, and after several discussions, they set the first day of the eleventh month as the Tongxian Festival.
Upon returning from the Azure Cloud Sect, Mo Hua saw that Tongxian City was decorated with lanterns and streamers, all in the spirit of the upcoming festival.
After learning the reason, Mo Hua was delighted.
After all, festivals are very lively.
Although Azure Mountain City is big, it clearly isn’t as lively as Tongxian City, and naturally, it isn’t as interesting as Tongxian City.
However, Mo Hua still had one concern:
"We built a Large Formation, and almost all of the Spirit Stones were used up. Do we still have Spirit Stones for the festival?"
Elder Yu said calmly, "We were even poorer before, but we still celebrated the festival, didn’t we?"
Mo Hua was a little stunned, feeling that it made a lot of sense.
Elder Yu smiled and said, "In any case, the festival has to be celebrated. When we are wealthy, we celebrate more lavishly, and when we are short on money, we go a bit frugal."
"Although we used most of the Spirit Stones for the Large Formation, the remaining ones are still enough for our needs."
"Besides, the Refinery Shop, Alchemist’s Business, and the like are all here. Now, with the mountain pass, travel is convenient. In a few years, Tongxian City will become richer and richer."
Mo Hua nodded, and then he was relieved.
He then asked with some anticipation, "Will the days ahead get better and better?"
Elder Yu nodded, "Rest assured, loose cultivators are not afraid of hardships. As long as we are not oppressed, life will always get better."
As long as we are not oppressed...
Mo Hua felt mixed emotions upon hearing this.
The ways of people, taking from those who lack to give to those who have plenty.
In this world, there should still be many cultivators who are oppressed and exploited, and Tongxian City in the future...
Elder Yu saw that Mo Hua seemed to be thinking about something with a small frown and patted his shoulder with a smile, saying:
"Don’t overthink it. Work hard on your cultivation, keep your Taoist Heart, and just do what you can."
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, and he nodded:
"Okay!"
Afterward, he happily celebrated the festival.
He also invited Zisheng and Zixi to join in the fun.
Mr. Zhuang agreed to accept disciples, and Aunt Xue, having completed her mission for the trip, specially gave the siblings time off.
Moreover, they would soon be leaving Tongxian City, and whether they could return in the future was still unknown.
So Aunt Xue wasn’t strict with the two children, wanting them to enjoy themselves to their heart’s content without any regrets.
Bai Zisheng was extremely happy, and Bai Zixi’s eyes shone like stars in the sky.
On the day of the Tongxian Festival, Mo Hua, fulfilling his duty as "host," took Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi about for the day.
The streets were bustling with activity during the day, and at night, they were brilliantly illuminated with lights.
Mo Hua led the way at the front, with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi following behind him.
Full of enthusiasm, Bai Zisheng looked around eagerly, and upon encountering something novel, he asked:
"Mo Hua, what is that?"
"Mo Hua, is that tasty?"
"Mo Hua, this bamboo dragonfly can actually fly..."
...
As a Junior Brother, Mo Hua could only patiently answer.
Bai Zixi didn’t talk as much, but when she saw pastries she hadn’t tried before, she would stop and silently gaze at them.
Mo Hua understood, bought a few pieces over, and shared them with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, eating while they walked.