"Haha, big... big painted face!"
Mo Hua found a mirror, took a look, and then was stupefied.
Both his left and right cheeks were covered in ink, making him look like a big spotted cat.
Mo Hua was stunned.
Who did this?
Who could deceive his Divine Sense, and under his watch, paint his face?
Then, in a flash of insight, he turned his head and looked at Bai Zixi.
His Junior Sister was the one who had rubbed his face!
Bai Zixi pretended to be composed, but her lips were tightly pressed, obviously trying to hold back laughter.
Mo Hua was shocked.
He had never imagined that Bai Zixi, his Junior Sister, would be capable of such a prank!
Bai Zixi was usually elegant and serene, with a calm demeanor, and he hadn’t expected her to play such a mischievous trick.
"Junior Sister!"
Mo Hua was somewhat angry, his eyebrows shooting up, which, paired with his big painted face, made him resemble an angry kitty.
Finally, Bai Zixi could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.
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This smile, was like the splendid blooming of a night-blooming cereus.
Even though his features had changed, there remained an ethereal beauty that was both clear and absolute.
The eyes brimming with laughter were like hibiscus carrying the morning dew, and like the sparkling translucence of colored glaze, shimmering with flowing light.
Mr. Zhuang showed a slight hint of surprise.
Mo Hua was somewhat startled.
This was the first time he’d ever seen Bai Zixi smile like that.
Bai Zisheng paused, then felt a wistful pain. His heart held a mix of comfort yet also a twinge of heartache.
His sister, how long had it been since she had last smiled this way...
After a bout of laughter, Bai Zixi personally helped Mo Hua to wash his face clean.
Mo Hua, facing the mirror, checked over and over again until he finally nodded in confirmation.
Bai Zixi whispered softly, "I’m sorry..."
But the corners of her mouth still carried a brimming smile.
Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh, feeling somewhat helpless in his heart.
Afterward, Bai Zixi kept smiling all day long, unable to hold back a purse-lipped smile every time she saw Mo Hua and thought of his cat-like painted face.
Another day passed before it got somewhat better, and her expression returned to normal.
Although her brows and eyes remained gently composed, they were much more open than before, and her gaze had softened a great deal.
For some reason, Mo Hua also felt a sense of relief.
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The Cultivating Soil Formation was simple, and Mo Hua was extremely quick at drawing it. With Bai Zixi’s help, a few days later, he completed the formation for the entire Spirit Field.
The layout of the overall Spirit Field, thanks to the relentless labor of the Spirit Farmers night and day, complemented the Thick Earth Formation perfectly.
After completing the Cultivating Soil Formation, the next step was to outline the Formation Patterns of the Thick Earth Formation.
Mo Hua needed to use Spiritual Ink to connect all the field ridges, activating the Formation Patterns of the entire Thick Earth Formation.
A hundred acres of Spirit Field formed a colossal Thick Earth Formation when connected.
The Formation Pen required a large brush, consuming a great deal of Spiritual Ink. However, the consumption of Divine Sense was actually not much different from that of a small-scale Thick Earth Formation.
The consumption of Divine Sense by a Formation is related only to the formation’s complexity—that is, the number of Formation Patterns.
The overall scale of the formation has an effect on Divine Sense consumption, but the impact is not significant.
Therefore, the greatest challenge of truly connecting the Formation Patterns with Spiritual Ink to activate the Thick Earth Formation on the Spirit Field was not Divine Sense for Mo Hua, but rather physical strength and Spiritual Power.
A Formation Painting requires seamless execution, a continuous stream of Divine Thought.
Thus, when connecting the Thick Earth Formation, Mo Hua also had to traverse all of the Spirit Field’s ridges in one go, simultaneously infusing Spiritual Power into the Spiritual Ink and drawing it along the ridges to create the Formation Patterns in one continuous flow.
Looking at the vast expanse of the Spirit Field in front of him, Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh.
This method was rather crude.
To paint in such a manner was too ungainly, completely lacking the grace of a Formation Master.
But he had no other way.
With his Qi Refinement Realm cultivation and current abilities, he could only use this clumsy method to connect a large-scale Single Formation.