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Mo Hua finished painting the Thick Earth Formation. Satisfied, he nodded in approval.
It’s only by applying what you learn that you can truly master it.
Mo Hua stood amid the vibrant Spirit Fields.
The mountain breeze caressed his cheeks, and the Spirit Rice gently brushed his palms.
It was as if the land itself was expressing its gratitude to him.
Mo Hua felt his connection to the breath of the earth, the Earth Dao Meaning, becoming ever clearer.
Although he was completely exhausted, it was all worth it.
Mo Hua smiled slightly, squinting his eyes.
Having completed the Formation, Mo Hua was ready to leave.
He had done what he came for, and now it was time to move on to the next place, to seek out other Formations.
They didn’t have many belongings, and they packed up quickly.
After resting for a night and organizing their things, they were set to depart in a carriage the next day.
Before leaving, the Spirit Farmers of East Mountain Village came to see Mo Hua off.
They didn’t have many Spirit Stones left, so they brought some local specialties instead, which included Spirit Paddy, vegetables and fruits, and even home-raised chickens and ducks.
Mo Hua couldn’t refuse and had to pack them in his Storage Bag and put them in the carriage.
With these ingredients, he could try to cook some dishes on the road to offer to Mr. Zhuang.
Ding Miao clung to Mo Hua’s sleeve, reluctant to part.
Mo Hua then instructed him, "Cultivate diligently and don’t be lazy. And the things I gave you, make sure to study them well."
"Yes!" Ding Miao nodded solemnly, "Brother, rest assured!"
Then he asked, a bit downcast,
"Will I be able to see Brother again?"
Mo Hua encouraged him with a promise,
"As long as you cultivate well, you will definitely be able to see me in the future."
Ding Miao’s little face instantly filled with anticipation, his eyes sparkling.
Mo Hua then waved goodbye to the villagers of East Mountain Village and got into the carriage.
Old Kui drove the horses, with Big White pulling the wagon. They set out on the road leisurely.
They hadn’t gone far before a group of Cultivators blocked their way. Explore more adventures at NovelFire.Côm
The leader was the Family Head of the Sun Family, Sun Yi.
Behind him stood hundreds of Cultivators from the Sun Family.
They spread out and surrounded the carriage, blocking the road completely.
Mo Hua glanced at Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang was resting with his eyes closed, saying nothing as if he was unaware of anything.
Mo Hua understood.
The intent of his master was to let him handle the situation entirely.
Mo Hua lifted the carriage curtain, stepped out, and stood atop the carriage, looking at Sun Yi calmly and contentedly from a distance.
Even faced with the blockade of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator and hundreds of Qi Refinement Cultivators, he was as confident as ever, with not a hint of panic.
Sun Yi couldn’t help but praise inwardly,
"Impressive composure!"
At such a young age, he possessed such courage and calm, unflustered in the face of adversity.
No wonder he had such prowess in Formation.
Sun Yi then looked at his own son, Sun Ze.
The moment Mo Hua appeared, his son had actually shaken visibly. If it weren’t for the crowd bolstering him, he would have been close to running away in shame.
Probably due to the trauma from the Fireball Technique.
Or maybe the Thousand Jun Stick had knocked some sense out of him.
Now Sun Ze couldn’t bring himself to look Mo Hua in the eye, his gaze evasive.
Sun Yi felt his eyelids twitch with frustration.
Back home, Sun Ze was excited, loudly proclaiming his intention to seek revenge on this youngster, but now that they were face to face, he turned into a coward.
And he was over twenty years older than this Junior Formation Master.
It’s true what they say: Comparisons are odious.