"Understood?" Mo Hua collected his expressions and asked Ouyang Mu.
Ouyang Mu nodded, "I roughly understood some of it..."
"It’s fine, just practice when you have time. You’re introverted by nature, a bit awkward, and don’t know how to adapt, which will definitely backfire, so learning some acting skills will certainly come in handy in the future."
Mo Hua advised again.
Ouyang Mu nodded with a mix of understanding and confusion.
So, that night, Ouyang Mu diligently practiced various subtle expressions according to Mo Hua’s instructions.
Indeed, the next day, another monster cultivator opened the door.
Ouyang Mu was escorted by a monster cultivator to the Chamber of Evil Instruments from the previous day.
The elderly, stooped old monster cultivator, who was the Evil Formation Master, was already waiting in the refining room.
It was unclear if he arrived early or had been holed up in the refining room all along, never leaving.
After Ouyang Mu entered, the Evil Arms Master said nothing superfluous and, just like the day before, handed him a piece of white bone.
"Refine this white bone..."
The Evil Arms Master ordered.
Ouyang Mu, following Mo Hua’s instructions, first shook his head to refuse:
"I won’t refine it!"
But his expression was a bit stiff, not smooth enough.
"There’s a flaw... but barely passable." Mo Hua silently critiqued in his heart.
The Evil Arms Master had no idea and never expected that after just one night, Ouyang Mu would develop so many "schemes."
The Evil Arms Master, suspecting nothing, continued to sneer, "Then suffer some more."
He produced a wolffang lock and bit it into Ouyang Mu.
Ouyang Mu endured the pain without uttering a sound.
After a moment, his expression became increasingly pained and strained.
This was not an act, as it truly hurt.
Moments later, the Evil Arms Master asked again, "Have you thought it through? If you refine this white bone, you’ll suffer less."
"I can also teach you my craft."
Ouyang Mu, unsure what to say, looked down and flipped through his sleeves.
There were the "lines" Mo Hua had provided live.
Ouyang Mu bit his teeth and read line by line:
"I am a Tai’a Sect cultivator, a disciple of the Ouyang Family, inheriting the most authentic sword-casting skills, how can I align with you demon monsters crafting evil artifacts?"
"I don’t value your little evil, crooked refining skills at all!"
Ouyang Mu’s tone was not natural.
But being an "honest person," when honest people speak, it tends to rile people up.
As expected, the Evil Arms Master was displeased and sneered, "Tai’a Sect, sword-casting skills? Tai’a Sect is on the wrong path, what can they teach you?"
"Follow me, and I will teach you genuine sword casting."
"Teach you how to temper blood, nurture evilness, cast sword bones... and even impart many sword arrays to you..."
Mo Hua, eavesdropping from above, was taken aback.
Sword arrays?!
This old Evil Arms Master possesses sword arrays?
And many sword arrays?!
Mo Hua took a deep breath.
"Heavenly secret Calculation, truly doesn’t deceive me!"
"The master’s copper coin is indeed formidable!"
"This Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has so much to reap..."