Young Master Yun was hesitant; after pondering for a while, he slowly nodded:
"It should be correct."
He thought for a moment, then added:
"This formation corresponds with what we currently know about the Corpse Mine, and the level of formation knowledge is very high; beyond what Lu Chengyun could fabricate."
Yang Jishan breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He patted Mo Hua on the shoulder and smiled, "Young brother, you've been a great help again!"
Mo Hua also smiled happily.
"Since the formation is real, then that's good. Let's discuss how to destroy these Spirit Stones and cut off the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses' supply…"
Afterwards, Yang Jishan and the others discussed the specific methods.
How to deploy Cultivators, when and where, who would lead the assault, who would provide cover, how to destroy these Spirit Stone storerooms...
These Spirit Stones couldn't be moved.
They had to find a way to destroy them.
To allow them to turn into Spiritual Energy, to scatter back into the heavens and earth, so they would not be used for evil by Lu Chengyun.
After the discussion was over, Mo Hua left.
Young Master Yun stared at the departing figure of Mo Hua for a long time, lost in thought. After a while, his eyes brightened slightly.
...
Mo Hua was placed in a quiet stone room.
The room had simple furnishings: only a stone table, stone chairs, stone bed, clearly a makeshift setup without much consideration for comfort.
Mo Hua didn't mind; what he cared about was the table full of food.
There were Spirit Fruits, and chicken and duck Spiritual Meat.
He had been locked in a coffin, starved for many days, and now, ravenous, it was a feast fit for a king, a fruit in one hand, a chicken leg in the other, eating with delight.
Cultivators can go without food for a long time, but they still feel hungry and deplete their Blood Qi.
Going without food for too long can still lead to starvation and death.
Bai Zisheng sat aside, legs crossed, shaking his head and tapping his foot, seemingly pondering something.
Bai Zixi was quietly reading a book, occasionally lifting her eyes. Seeing Mo Hua eating with gusto, her long lashes fluttered, her gaze becoming serene.
Mo Hua looked up and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"You go ahead."
"Okay."
Mo Hua made no fuss and, after eating his fill, lay comfortably on the bed, patting his full belly contentedly.