You, however, a Noble Family Descendant, need not worry about food or cultivation; wouldn’t it be better to stay safe and comfortable in your wealthy home?
Yet you insist on wading into these muddy waters.
And as for how deep these waters run, even he was unsure.
If anything significant were to happen, the special Eternal Life Rune might not even be enough to save his life.
Thinking of this, the elder wanted to smack himself.
It was all because of his big mouth.
After being plied with a few jars of fine wine by the young man’s father, he got confused, and carelessly agreed to this task.
He regretted it as soon as he sobered up.
But by then it was too late...
The young man in white, still unaware of the complexities, simply said earnestly,
"Rest assured, I have taken your words to heart."
The elder, looking at the young man as naive as a blank sheet of paper, couldn’t bear to say more and just sighed.
The young man’s resolve shone through.
His reasons for coming were two-fold: he wanted to gain experience and see what the Tao Cultivation World beyond the Noble Clans was really like.
The other reason was to meet that renowned Mr. Zhuang.
In his family, he was recognized as a Formation Genius.
At a young age, he had already become a Second Rank Formation Master.
He once self-satisfyingly believed that Formations were nothing much; that even if there were Formation Masters stronger than him, they could not be much stronger.
High-grade Formation Masters were just older and had painted more Formations than he had.
In time, he was certain he would surpass them all.
That was until he inadvertently saw the Formation Patterns created by Mr. Zhuang in his early years and learned of Mr. Zhuang’s deeds, that he realized his own insignificance and ignorance.
There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people.
In this world, there exist profound Formations he had never studied, and brilliant Formation Masters he had never encountered.
The way of Formation is vast and profound.
What he had learned so far was but the tip of the iceberg.
Beneath the iceberg lay the true nature of Formations, as well as the Great Dao contained within.
With increased dedication to studying Formations, the young man in white had become a Second Rank Formation Master at such a young age.
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He was the youngest Second-Rank Formation Master in the clan’s eight hundred years.
He was somewhat grateful to Mr. Zhuang and also full of longing, and his curiosity was growing.
He wanted to know just what kind of bearing Mr. Zhuang had.
Was he, as the rumors said, supremely talented, peerless, proud, and arrogant, looking down upon all creation?
He also wondered if he could ever have a conversation with Mr. Zhuang…
The young man was thinking quietly to himself.
The gaunt old man cast the Copper Coins a few more times.
Still, he couldn’t figure out anything.
He only vaguely knew that the person had been here.
Why he had come, what he had done, and when he had left, all were mysteries with no clues.
With no leads at this location, the three were ready to leave.
Suddenly, the young man in white exclaimed with a "huh".
The middle-aged cultivator asked:
"What’s wrong?"
The young man in white pointed at a distant Spirit Field and said, "There is a Formation there."
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, "That’s a Spirit Field, there are naturally Formations inside…"
The young man in white shook his head, "It’s different."
The middle-aged cultivator was slightly taken aback and released his Divine Sense. After perceiving for a moment, his brow gradually furrowed.
Indeed, it was somewhat different...
Just a first-grade Spirit Field, why would it have such a rich vitality?
This didn’t seem like a result that a first-grade Formation could achieve...
The gaunt old man also noticed the anomaly, but as he was not well-versed in Formations, he asked: