This level of formation had to be an ultimate inheritance.
Even within the Eight Great Gates of Qian State, it would be deemed equivalent to a sect-protecting technique for the Taixu Sect.
How could this lad possibly learn such a thing?
"Could it be..." Elder Xun hesitated briefly, pondering, "that the Patriarch taught him?"
If the Taixu Sect had such a rare inheritance, it could only belong to the Patriarch, the most knowledgeable and skilled formations expert.
Elder Xun nodded slightly but soon reconsidered:
"That doesn’t make sense..."
He had grown up under the Patriarch’s watchful eyes and had never seen, let alone heard of, such an ultimate formation inheritance within the Taixu Sect or the Xun family.
Did the Patriarch keep it hidden?
Could it be a genuine treasure secretly hoarded, not passed on to anyone else, and exclusively taught to this young man?
Elder Xun’s brows furrowed even tighter.
At this moment, he even started doubting whether Mo Hua might truly bear the surname "Xun."
Otherwise, the Patriarch’s favoritism was inexplicable.
The Patriarch was notoriously strict and rigid, adhering firmly to sect rules, treating Xun family disciples no differently, maintaining utmost rigor.
On this, Elder Xun was fully aware.
But humans are, after all, human, and even the strictest and most rigid individuals have their preferences.
If this Mo Hua truly bore the surname "Xun"...
Would the Patriarch’s care for Mo Hua signify they shared an even closer blood relation?
How close?
Was he a distant great-grandson? A direct grandson? Or perhaps... a great-grandson?
As these thoughts crossed Elder Xun’s mind, his heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no!"
"By this logic, could this Mo Hua kid... turn out to be my elder?!"
Would he have to call him "Uncle" or "Granduncle"?!
Elder Xun inhaled sharply once again.
This would mean falling several ranks in family hierarchy!
What to do?
Cold sweat streamed down Elder Xun’s back as his thoughts raced.
"No way!"
He absolutely couldn’t accept being the junior!
Since the Patriarch hadn’t said anything explicitly and Mo Hua hadn’t admitted to anything, he would pretend nothing had transpired.
No matter what the truth was, it didn’t exist!
He would act as if he knew nothing!!
With that thought, Elder Xun finally calmed down somewhat, though his gaze toward Mo Hua carried an involuntary hint of "reverence."
Meanwhile, the Pig Monster was slain.
Mo Hua exhaled lightly and severed his Divine Thought, halting the formation on the Five Elements Source Armor, nullifying the spiritual power enhancement.
Cheng Mo and Yang Qianjun exited their "enhanced" states, returning to their original spiritual power levels, no longer feeling that "I’ve grown stronger" sensation, their eyes betraying a touch of disappointment and melancholy.
Yang Qianjun, however, felt mostly shaken inside.
"Junior Brother, this armor..."
Yang Qianjun’s voice trembled slightly.
Mo Hua did not hide the matter and replied, "This is the ’Five Elements Source Armor,’ engraved with formations that can temporarily enhance the Five Elements, amplifying spiritual power..."
Enhancing the Five Elements, amplifying spiritual power!
Yang Qianjun’s gaze trembled fiercely.
As a Yang family disciple and member of the Taoist soldiers Court, his knowledge went deeper, understanding the implications. His heart surged like a storm.
Cheng Mo, on the other hand, hadn’t thought as far.
He simply remembered the feeling upon donning the armor—spiritual power surging, unstoppable might, unyielding before god or demon alike, invincible.
Clutching the armor tightly, Cheng Mo gazed at Mo Hua with gleaming eyes, looking as though he was about to call him "Foster Father" if he opened his mouth.