Chapter 112: Spell_1
On the way back, Elder Yu cautioned his son,
“Don’t tell anyone else about Mo Hua’s Formation Painting for now.”
Yu Chengyi was startled, “Why?”
“He’s young and comes from a humble background, yet he’s bursting with talent. I fear it might attract jealousy, which isn’t necessarily a good thing.”
“Oh,” Yu Chengyi somewhat understood.
“But we can’t keep it a secret forever, can we? If the child truly has a gift for Formations, it’s bound to come out sooner or later.” Yu Chengyi added.
“At least wait until he’s older and can protect himself.”
Despite his relieved gaze, Elder Yu couldn’t help but worry.
I hope the child can grow up safely…
Having completed the Iron Armor Formation, Mo Hua earned some Spirit Stones, Bai received some Spiritual Ink, and also received gifts from Elder Yu, making him very happy.
The next day, he went to find Bai Zisheng to test the effectiveness of the Water Passing Step.
Bai Zisheng was first delighted but then suddenly remembered something, hung his head down, and became despondent.
“Aunt Xue has given me a lot of homework, and she won’t let me spar with you anymore.”
Mo Hua was also taken aback, “How about just one spar?”
Bai Zisheng felt troubled.
“If we spar in secret, Aunt Xue won’t know, right?”
Bai Zisheng sneakily glanced at his sister, Bai Zixi, who was sitting aside, and said,
“Aunt Xue had Zixi watch me, not allowing me to fight you.”
Next to him, Bai Zixi, who was elegantly and quietly reading a book, moved her beautiful eyes slightly upon hearing this. She looked at Bai Zisheng with a faint gaze and in a soft and melodious voice said,
“I won’t tell Aunt Xue, but can you finish your homework?”
Now, Bai Zisheng found himself at a loss for words.
The homework Aunt Xue assigned was copious, covering Alchemy, Artifact Refining, and theories of Tao Cultivation, and sparring with Mo Hua would undoubtedly mean he wouldn’t finish it all.
Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng with sympathy, “You’d better focus on your homework. I’ll bring you some treats when I have time.”
Bai Zisheng felt a bit better.
Leaving Forgetful Mountain Residence, Mo Hua sighed.
He had finally learned a movement technique, but now he found no occasion to use it, which disappointed him greatly.
“Why not use this time to learn another spell?” he thought to himself.
With this idea, Mo Hua’s spirits lifted once more.
An adept Spiritual Cultivator should advance to attack and retreat to defend.
But… who could he approach to learn a spell?
Mo Hua felt troubled again.
He hadn’t seen Zhang Lan for many days and wondered what kept him so busy, probably some affairs of the Taoist Court he couldn’t escape from.
But even if Zhang Lan was available, it would not be right for him to seek him out again.
One can’t always keep shearing wool from the same sheep.
To learn the Water Passing Step and use it discreetly was one thing, but to learn more from him would be inappropriate.
If Zhang Lan happened to teach him an ultimate technique of the sect protecting faction on a whim, the elders of the Zhang Family would probably never let him off the hook.
Even if they didn’t kill him to silence him, they would likely try to make him marry into their family.
That would be a great loss for Mo Hua.
And yet, there was no one else from whom he could learn spells…
After much thought, Mo Hua decided to boldly seek advice from Mr. Zhuang.
The next day, Mo Hua brought some beef and pastries for the siblings, Zisheng and Zixi, and some food and wine to see Mr. Zhuang.
After asking a few questions about Formations, Mo Hua hesitated several times and held back.
Mr. Zhuang looked like a sage, with an air of immortality, no detectable Blood Qi, and no sense of Spiritual Power. What if he wasn’t adept at Taoist Skills and never fought with anyone?
If Mo Hua asked him these questions and he couldn’t answer, what then?
Considering this for Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua eventually decided not to ask.
On his way out, he encountered Old Kui playing chess alone in the pavilion. Mo Hua gave him several boxes of pine nuts and then played a couple of games of Five Elements Chess with him.
As he was about to leave, Old Kui asked, “Is something troubling you?”
“How could you tell?” Mo Hua couldn’t resist asking.
“Your chess skills have regressed,” Old Kui said.