"I'll infiltrate first, rescue Instructor Yan, and then dismantle the Formation at Corpse Walking Stronghold. Without its Formations for defense, attacking the stronghold will be much easier,"
"For the regular Corpse cultivators and Walking Corpses, although I can tamper with the Formation, there are too many of them and too little time, so I'm not in a good position to make a move. That'll have to be left to you,"
"But as for those Iron Corpses, I'll figure out a way to deal with them..."
Mo Hua planned methodically.
Startled, Situ Fang asked:
"How do you plan to deal with the Iron Corpses?"
Mo Hua raised two fingers, "There are two methods..."
"The best one would be to steal Zhang Quan's Corpse Controlling Bell. Without the bell, Zhang Quan can't manipulate the Iron Corpses, which is akin to cutting off his own arms,"
"But since the Corpse Controlling Bell is extremely important, Zhang Quan will undoubtedly carry it on his person, so it might not be possible to steal it."
"If I can't steal it, I'll tamper with the Formation on the Iron Corpses, making them go out of control. With such chaos inside the stronghold, everyone can then rush in and attack, ensuring the end of Corpse Walking Stronghold,"
Mo Hua's planning was clear and straightforward.
Situ Fang furrowed her brows.
It sounded simple enough, but the actual execution was likely to be fraught with considerable risk.
She couldn't help but express her concern, "Can it really be done?"
Mo Hua calculated, "Dismantling the Formation is easy, I'm ninety percent confident..."
Mo Hua actually wanted to say one hundred percent, because, for him now, solving a first-grade Formation, or even those just below first-grade, was trivial.
However, one should never be overly confident. It's always good to leave some room for error, hence he claimed only ninety percent.
"...Stealing Zhang Quan's Corpse Controlling Bell has a very small chance, probably just ten to twenty percent confidence;"
"Tampering with the Iron Corpses has about a fifty to sixty percent chance, mainly because I'm not clear on the specific Formations placed on the Iron Corpses, as I've never studied them, and, secondly, the Iron Corpses are closely guarded, so I might not have an opportunity to approach them..."
Mo Hua's voice was crisp and clear.
Situ Fang felt somewhat embarrassed.
This kid Mo Hua could gather intelligence, analyze it, and come up with strategies based on it.
His thoughts were meticulous, and he conducted himself carefully and composedly.
And he was a Formation Master...
No wonder Zhang Lan said that Yang Jiyong was going to great lengths to recruit Mo Hua into the Taoist soldiers Court.
Situ Fang nodded and said:
"Alright, let's do as you say."
Afterward, Situ Fang invited two elders from the Situ Family.
One was Situ Jin, and the other was a slender Foundation Building Cultivator.
They discussed the specifics, including the time of the attack, places to lie in wait, equipment of Spiritual Artifacts, purchase of Pills, and coordination of the Cultivators.
Once everything was agreed upon, two days later, more than two hundred Cultivators from the Situ Family assembled and set off towards the desolate mountains near South Yue City at night.
The wild mountain was shrouded in darkness, the moon cold, the forest deep.
Dried grass and strange trees cast bizarre shadows.
Occasionally, Monster Beasts would lowly moan, as if weeping and complaining, adding to the quiet solitude.
Clothed in black, the group moved swiftly and silently, until around midnight, they arrived outside Corpse Walking Stronghold under Mo Hua's guidance.
Sparse stone forests stood before them.
In a low voice, Mo Hua said, "I'll go in first and take a look. Wait for my message."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he vanished without waiting for Situ Fang to respond.
Situ Fang was taken aback.
The two elders from the Situ Family behind her also startled, then their eyes showed shock.
Gone? Just like that, with no trace of presence, he disappeared?
They were Foundation Builders, yet they had no idea how Mo Hua disappeared. Even with their Divine Sense, the area around them was utterly empty, without a single trace.
Could they really not detect the concealment technique of a Qi Refinement Cultivator?
What kind of Concealment Technique was this?
While they were astonished, Mo Hua had already used the Water Passing Step to sneak into Corpse Walking Stronghold.
In front of the gate of the Corpse Walking Stronghold, compared to the previous days, there were four or five more people guarding.
It seemed that Zhang Quan was still not entirely at ease.
And around the gate, a counterfeit version of Instructor Yan's "Expose Dust Formation" had been laid out.
Mo Hua, hidden from view, strolled past the "Expose Dust Formation" and then, with light steps, leapt onto the roof and, knowing the way well, found Instructor Yan's room.
The sky had darkened, and Instructor Yan was still reading Formation Books.