The big white dog looked at Mo Hua’s storage bag.
Mo Hua said, "That bone can’t be eaten, I’m keeping it for a reason..."
"Really, I’m not lying to you."
"Next time there’s something delicious, I’ll definitely save some for you..."
...
After Mo Hua’s persuasion, the big white dog finally calmed down, and with an aloof nod, it reconciled with Mo Hua.
"Next time I encounter evil spirits, I’ll definitely bring a few for you, just bear with it," Mo Hua promised. "Now, follow me to the dining hall, and I’ll order whatever you want as an apology."
With Mo Hua’s promise, the big white dog finally became happy, wagging its tail, it trotted after Mo Hua.
One person and one dog thus walked down the mountain path together.
Behind them, on the towering ancient tree that Mo Hua had "cut" with Divine Thought into a sword, a sword scar quietly appeared.
It looked like a sword scar, but also not quite.
On the sword scar, there were no signs of knife or sword chopping, but rather it seemed like natural withering and decay.
It was as if someone had erased the "intent" of growth around the sword scar on the tree.
This scar would never regrow, never heal, and would forever lack vitality.
This was a wound on the "Divine Thought" level.
It was a Divine Thought sword wound left by a trace of God-slaying Sword Intent.
In the long years that followed, this sword wound remained on this ancient Taixu Gate tree, enduring the elements, never fading.
...
Disciple’s Residence, dining hall.
A hungry Mo Hua was sitting at the table gnawing on a chicken leg.
Next to him, the big white dog was also lying on the table, its two front paws holding a large pork knuckle, happily gnawing away.
The disciple beside them was unfazed.
Generally speaking, spirit beasts are not allowed in the dining hall.
But this dog belonged to the Sect Leader, and the person with it was Mo Hua, so no one said anything.
Of course, they had no idea that this big white dog was not actually a spirit beast, nor a dog.
After a hearty meal, the last bit of grudge in the big white dog’s heart disappeared, reconciling with Mo Hua.
Mo Hua took it to the library, and before leaving, the big white dog barked at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua nodded in response, "Okay, okay, I won’t forget, I’ll definitely treat you to something nice when I have time."
The big white dog was satisfied and nodded.
Seeing the big white dog off, Mo Hua returned to his room, burned some calming incense, brewed some Cloud Mist Tea, and sat on the mat to calm his mind and think:
"Why can’t I still release it?"
"I’ve mastered the Divine Thought Skill, and drawn the God-slaying Sword Intent to my eyes, but I still can’t release it, can’t cut it out, could it be because I haven’t reached Core Formation?"
Only by establishing the Divine Sense Core can the God-slaying Sword emerge?
Mo Hua was not sure and thought about practicing more, but using the eyes as the aperture puts a great strain on them, and with his physical strength, he couldn’t afford to try many times.
If he practiced too much and blinded himself, that would be a big problem.
Mo Hua pondered, "Forget it, first think about establishing the Divine Sense Core."
As long as the Divine Sense Core is established, not only can the God-slaying Sword emerge, the Reversed Spirit Formation can also be learned. His power would truly usher in a "transformation."
But the current problem still needs to be solved. In two days’ time, it’s the day to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect.
If the Reversed Spirit Formation can’t be learned and the God-slaying Sword can’t be externally released, all offensive methods will be useless, so retreating to secondary options, he can only think of ways to "survive."
If there’s really an accident and he’s targeted by a Golden Core Demon, at least he’d have a way to escape.
Whether the Concealment Technique can fool a Golden Core is hard to say. However, he recently learned a new movement technique.
Mo Hua thought for a moment and then went to the Dao Room to find Elder Yi.
"A spar?"
Elder Yi was taken aback, looking at Mo Hua, "With me?"
"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded.
Elder Yi didn’t know what to say.
A Foundation Establishment disciple sparring with me, a Golden Core Elder?
If it were another disciple, he would definitely say he didn’t have time, but since it was Mo Hua asking, Elder Yi couldn’t refuse.
On the flip side, the fact that he was willing to spar with him was, in a sense, a sign of "respect" for him.
"Oh well, I’ll just take it as playing with this Taixu Gate’s treasured disciple..." Elder Yi thought to himself, then asked: