The Tao Teaching Room was filled with silence, then suddenly erupted into commotion.
"Mo Hua teaching?"
"How could he be the one teaching?"
"…"
Elder Master Xun’s face darkened, and his gaze swept across the room.
Intimidated by his authority, the disciples immediately settled down, no longer daring to whisper among themselves.
Mo Hua spoke softly, "Elder Master, my teaching… wouldn’t be appropriate, right?"
Elder Master Xun said indifferently, "It’s very appropriate."
A Formation Master with a solid foundation capable of drawing a Second-grade Mid-tier Array teaching a few First-grade Formation Methods, what’s inappropriate about that?
"But…"
Mo Hua hesitated.
Elder Master Xun gave Mo a meaningful look, "Teach well."
Mo Hua was startled.
He felt there was a deeper meaning to Elder Master Xun’s words, but he couldn’t figure out why at that moment…
Seeing Elder Master Xun’s uncompromising demeanor, Mo Hua had no choice but to bow and say,
"Alright, sir."
Elder Master Xun nodded slightly, handed a few handouts to Mo Hua, and instructed,
"You just teach these two sets; teach boldly, don’t worry."
After speaking, Elder Master Xun stood up and left, his steps both ethereal and real, heading towards the back mountain.
Inside the Tao Teaching Room, Mo Hua and a group of disciples were left looking at each other.
Mo Hua felt awkward, but remembering Elder Master Xun’s instructions, he stiffened his resolve, opened the handouts, but before he could say anything, a tall individual stood up.
This big fellow, with the surname Cheng and given name Mo, was a Body Cultivator, quite tall. Though his name was Cheng Mo, he was talkative in daily life.
Seeing Elder Master Xun had walked far away, Cheng Mo gathered his courage and said somewhat unconvinced,
"Mo Hua, although we get along well, speaking solely on the matter, I’m not convinced by you teaching me formation methods!"
I, Cheng Mo, also have my pride!
He silently added in his mind.
The other disciples nodded in agreement.
In their respective clans, they were all the "Proud Sons of Heaven." Having converged at Taixu Gate where such talents gathered, they had become more subdued, but arrogance lingered in their hearts.
Elders and Instructors could preach and teach.
But ordinary disciples had no right to teach them.
Even though Mo Hua was well-liked and they bore him no ill will, involving a matter akin to a "master-disciple" teaching, they couldn’t help but feel skeptical and needed an explanation.
Mo Hua sighed.
He actually preferred to keep a low profile, quietly cultivating and studying formation methods.
But for some reason, Elder Master Xun chose this moment for him to stand out.
However, regardless of the reason, now that it had come to this, Mo Hua was not afraid.
In terms of formation methods, he had never feared anyone!
Especially these fellow cultivators of the same age!
Mo Hua’s eyes carried a trace of the same disdain as Mr. Zhuang.
"So you say, how do I qualify?"
Cheng Mo’s eyes narrowed, "Let’s compare!"
Mo Hua silently looked at him, "You?"
Cheng Mo, seen under Mo’s clear and slightly sharp gaze, suddenly felt a bit guilty.
"I… I…"
He was quite familiar with Mo Hua and knew somewhat of Mo Hua’s prowess in formation methods. He didn’t know the exact extent, but it was certainly much better than his own.
He had acted impulsively out of dissatisfaction, having spoken out without thinking.
But to really compare formation methods with Mo Hua would be overestimating his abilities.
In the Sect, his formation skills were not the worst, but definitely among the lowest.
Comparing formations with Mo Hua was like comparing body refinement with him…
At this moment, another disciple stepped up, "Since you’re going to teach us, you naturally have to compare with all of us!"
After speaking, he also felt a bit guilty.