300 Unwilling to Part_1
Mo Hua was somewhat astonished, and after some thought, he felt it was not so serious:
“Just by asking about the difference in Evil Formations, one can’t possibly just learn it…”
Bai Zisheng thought for a while, yet with a firm expression, he shook his head:
“Others may not be able to, but you will surely get it as soon as you learn!”
Whether with Evil Formation or Demon Formation, they inherently deviate from the Great Dao, resorting to tricks and shortcuts.
Learning the Righteous Dao Formation is very difficult.
To learn it well, one needs to be orderly and steadfast, repeatedly Drawing Formation, gradually strengthening Divine Sense, and after years of toil, slowly achieving success in Formation.
Some Evil Cultivators, in their haste for quick success and impatience for hard work, want to improve in a short time and invent side doors and harmful methods to forcibly enhance the power of their Formation.
Evil Formation and Demon Formation are easier to learn compared to the Righteous Dao Formation.
Moreover, as one is righteous and the other wicked, one being the inverse of the other, it might be hard for Formation Masters to penetrate their mysteries, but for a talent as bright as Mo Hua, he would understand as soon as he is given hints.
Despite Bai Zisheng’s reluctance to admit it, Mo Hua was, in his eyes, among the cultivators of a similar age, the one with the most outrageous Formation talent he had ever seen.
He learned conventional Formation so fast, let alone those heretical ones.
Even if Mr. Zhuang merely provided a few hints about the principles, he would likely figure out the Evil Formation on his own.
And once one falls into evil, there is no turning back.
Bai Zisheng glanced at Mo Hua and quickly cautioned:
“You must not ask Mr. Zhuang, or you will surely anger the gentleman! Those Evil Formations aren’t presentable, better left unasked.”
“Really?” Mo Hua was somewhat skeptical.
He wasn’t exactly eager to learn any Evil Formation; he just wanted to be able to cope the next time he encountered one, to avoid being caught off guard and trapped in a predicament.
“Really!” Bai Zisheng said solemnly.
“Alright then.”
Heeding the advice of others keeps one well-fed.
Since both Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi had said so, he decided to let it be for now; he could always consider it again if an opportunity arose later.
“By the way, how did you manage to get out of Black Mountain Stronghold?” Bai Zisheng asked curiously.
So Mo Hua retold the “gallant” tale of how the third Householder led the way and he walked out the front gates of Black Mountain Stronghold with a swagger and confidence.
Bai Zisheng was astonished and blurted out, “You’re bragging!”
“If you don’t believe it, forget it.”
Mo Hua didn’t appear to be lying, and Bai Zisheng felt torn, so he asked, “What happened next?”
Mo Hua briefly recounted the subsequent events, including how he trapped and killed those Evil Cultivators.
Bai Zisheng wore a solemn expression, contemplated for a long time, and finally made up his mind, saying earnestly:
“Based on your courage and actions, I’ve decided not to take you as my underling.”
“Huh?”
“You can upgrade, becoming my junior disciple!”
Mo Hua appeared indifferent and curled his lip, “I’m not keen on it.”
Bai Zisheng was again shocked, “You don’t even care to be the junior disciple?”
“What’s there to care about?”
“This is to be my junior disciple! Disciples from ordinary cultivator families, even those from the Zhao, Li, and even the Tu families’ direct lines, I’d scorn the idea of them being my junior.”
Bai Zisheng tried hard to convince Mo Hua.
After thinking for a while, Mo Hua asked, “We’re both registered disciples of Mr. Zhuang, so we’re not really brothers within the same sect, right?”
“Registered disciples are still disciples!” insisted Bai Zisheng.
“But that’s not right, I entered the sect before you, I should be the senior brother, and you should be my junior.”
Bai Zisheng was flabbergasted, and couldn’t help but jump up, “Impossible!”
Not being able to be the “big brother” was one thing; reluctantly becoming the “senior brother” would suffice, but now not only could he not be the senior brother, but he might even become the “junior disciple”!
Bai Zisheng couldn’t accept it!
“I’m older than you; I’m the senior brother!”
“I entered the sect earlier than you; you have to call me senior brother!”
…
Bai Zixi, on the side, seeing them arguing incessantly, picked up her book again and began reading elegantly and serenely.
Beneath the old scholar tree, the crisp voices chattered, both boisterous and peaceful.
It wasn’t until dusk settled in that each of them returned home, and the mountain abode became tranquil once again.