Lu Chengyun shook his head.
In this Tao Cultivation World, it isn't just having talent that smooths the path, nor is it a little bit of cleverness that transforms misfortune into fortune.
One must endure hardships to be tempered.
One must take a few tumbles to grow.
It's just that if one falls here with me, there will be no opportunity for growth ever again...
A subtle sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Chengyun's mouth.
Afterward, Lu Chengyun became even more indulgent towards Mo Hua, even somewhat overindulgent.
No matter what Mo Hua did, he would not get angry.
He also seldom used his Divine Sense to keep an eye on Mo Hua.
A trace of foreboding arose in Mo Hua's heart. Experience tales at empire
This kind of indulgence was a bit like the indulgence given to a dead man.
It was like the "last meal" of a condemned prisoner, which was always more lavish than usual.
Lu Chengyun harbored murderous intentions and regarded him as a dead man, so it didn't matter what he did.
Mo Hua shook his head, inwardly mocking,
"This Lu Chengyun, appearing so magnanimous, yet who would have thought he could be so narrow-minded."
"Even to me, a thirteen-year-old Formation prodigy who is as harmless as an animal, how could he bear to strike..."
"Or is it because my talent is too good that jealousy arises in his heart?"
"Really, only mediocrity escapes jealousy..."
Mo Hua sighed internally and thought a bit conceitedly.
Since Lu Chengyun would not let him leave, Mo Hua simply couldn't go for the time being and decided to stay, continuing to plot against the bronze coffin.
"If you won't let me leave, then I will overturn your coffin!"
Mo Hua thought fiercely to himself.
In the following days, Mo Hua would squat at the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar every night, secretly watching Lu Chengyun and Zhang Quan.
The two of them, as if by agreement, alternated with one visiting one day and the other the next.
Lu Chengyun would open the coffin to draw the Spirit Pivot Evil Formation.
Zhang Quan would open the coffin, performing blood oaths and ringing bells to control zombies.
Each had their own method of trying to control the Corpse King.
It made Mo Hua quite curious as to whom the Corpse King would listen to once it was refined.
Besides, Mo Hua's attention was mainly focused on that bronze coffin nail.
He carefully memorized the size, length, material, and Formation Patterns on the nail.
Whenever Zhang Quan opened the coffin, exposing the inside Pattern, Mo Hua would start his Calculations: first, to deduce what kind of Pattern it was that sealed the bronze coffin.
Second, he deduced what kind of Formation was carved on the coffin nail?
After several days of stealthy observation and secretive calculation by Mo Hua, he finally understood, but it also greatly disappointed him.
He had thought that since the bronze coffin was sealed so tightly, the formation inside it must be some high-end formation.
To his surprise, it turned out to be just two simple Bronze Lock Formations, one positive, one negative, neither higher than first grade, with seven Patterns.
Mo Hua suddenly realized that he had overlooked something.
This bronze coffin was passed down by the Zhang Family.
The Zhang Family had inherited the Corpse Path, but they had no foundation in Formations.
In other words, the entire family was "Formation Blind."
What kind of high-end Formation could possibly be in something left behind by their ancestors?
He had overestimated them...
Mo Hua shook his head, deeply disappointed in the Zhang Family.
Now that he knew the sealing Formation of the coffin and the construction for unlocking on the coffin nails, things would be much simpler.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and mused to himself:
"Since I can't steal the key, I might as well make one."
After all, the core was the Formation; as long as he understood Formations, everything else would naturally fall into place.
The only question was whether the material of the coffin nails also mattered, whether they also needed to be cast from bronze...
If that were the case, then there was no suitable Formation media at hand.
Mo Hua decided to first try with something else.
The coffin nails were, strictly speaking, a type of Evil Artifact.