"Why can't I see through it..."
"Is there still some hidden path of other Evil Gods in here? Does that gentleman Mr. Tu also have deeper schemes?"
Mo Hua pondered for a long time.
But there were too few clues; for now, he still had no idea.
The resurrection of the Evil God, Mr. Tu's grand plan, who knows how many years it's been stretched over.
Without actual causality, just sitting in the house daydreaming wouldn't truly find any clues either.
However, there was another issue that intrigued Mo Hua.
Mo Hua held his chin, furrowed his brow, muttering to himself:
"Suppose that Duanmu Qing really went to the Rouge Boat..."
"Then what would she do there on the Rouge Boat?"
"Play?"
"Play what?"
Currently, it seems that the Rouge Boat is a top-notch love venue.
It's a place that uses beauty as bait, nobility as lure, and power as the ladder, to entice geniuses, form cliques, and become allies.
In layman's terms, those geniuses go to the Rouge Boat to play with women.
What about Duanmu Qing?
She's originally a woman, so it's unlikely she'd go to "play" with women, right... Then she... plays with men?
Open her own "rear palace," raise mistresses, raise pretty boys, indulge in excessive pleasures?
"Tsk tsk-"
Mo Hua shook his head, feeling emotional.
Never judge a book by its cover...
Someone who appears to be a cold fairy on the surface, plays so decadently behind the scenes...
This world is really such that the more glamorous someone seems, the more corrupt and depraved they might be behind the scenes.
However, this was just his wild guess.
He couldn't quite determine if this was true.
There's no way, the circle is really too chaotic, plays too crazily.
The pure-hearted himself really couldn't imagine what these aristocratic family scions would play within the secret chambers of the Rouge Boat...
Want to know now, but it's already too late.
Because he already blew up the Rouge Boat.
Upon realizing this, Mo Hua suddenly shivered, becoming aware of a problem:
"Did I blow up the Rouge Boat and, along with it, Duanmu Qing's pretty boys as well?"
"Would she want to kill me because of this?"
"Also, that's not quite right...
"At first, she didn't intend to kill me either, it was only when I said her "Taoist Heart was cracked, that she lost her composure..."
"But why would she mind so much about this phrase?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brow for a long time but still couldn't understand.
This woman Duanmu Qing seems incredibly beautiful, yet also very fierce, mysterious, and a bit neurotic, making her hard to fathom.
"Better pay attention next time..."
"Duanmu Qing... and the other three Qianxue's geniuses, and..."
"Mr. Tu..."
Mo Hua nodded, his gaze deep, shimmering like a spark.
Afterward, he pushed aside distractions, settled his mind, and continued to bury his head in researching formations.
The matters are intricate, needing to be unraveled step by step.
Studying formations requires persistence just as water can wear away stones, and cannot be abandoned.
Now many circumstances are unclear; learning more about formations gives more respite...
Mo Hua concentrated his attention, began researching formations.
Currently, his study of formations still follows the previous plan.
Firstly, it's deducing the Four Symbols Dragon Pattern.
Obtained through adventures in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, piecing together the fragmented Four Symbols Monster Pattern, restoring the monster pattern sources, thereby reconstructing a complete "Dragon Pattern."
This restoration is very difficult and time-consuming, not something achievable overnight.