Mr. Zhuang paused, took a bite of the soup dumpling, nodded, and then continued,
"The existing Spirit Veins are either in the Taoist Court or within some ancient noble clans or sects that have been passed down to this day and have not yet declined."
"Some mid-level powers, if they have far-reaching plans and want to sustain their legacy, will also try to use Formation methods to artificially create Spirit Veins..."
Mo Hua was surprised, "Artificial Spirit Veins?"
"Indeed," Mr. Zhuang said reflectively, "it takes a large amount of Spirit Stones and special Formation methods to construct a massive flow of spiritual power, thus forming an ever-flowing and everlasting Spirit Vein."
"Using the spiritual energy within the Spirit Vein to cultivate for future generations."
"It's just that this is very difficult, and the cost is too great..."
"And what the general cultivator sees as a Spirit Vein is actually another form."
Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua and slowly said, "You've seen it too."
Mo Hua furrowed his eyebrows and thought for a while, his eyes lighting up,
"Spiritual mines?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "The spiritual energy in the Spirit Veins, due to the changes in the terrain and buried underground, merges with the mountains, stones, and vegetation. Over the years, it forms Spiritual mines."
"So Spiritual mines are actually a kind of 'immobile Spirit Vein,' a 'one-off Spirit Vein,' solidified 'Spirit Veins'..."
Mo Hua nodded in understanding, thought for a moment, then jumped in his heart, and asked,
"So, Master, if I can discern the flow of spiritual energy between the mountains, determine the direction of ancient Spirit Veins, would it be possible to calculate... where there might be Spiritual mines?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled encouragingly,
"The principle is that indeed..."
"Divine Sense Calculation, perception of spiritual power, Formation energy trails, and the flow of nature's spiritual energy all have things in common and form a system."
"But making it happen is very complicated in practice."
"You should learn more and practice more, start from the flow of spiritual energy, from simple to complex, from shallow to deep. In the future, perhaps you could indeed deduce Spirit Veins from the flow of spiritual energy, and thus locate Spiritual mines..."
Spiritual mines!
Mo Hua nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining.
If he really found a Spiritual mine, wouldn't that mean striking it rich?
He could dig up so many Spirit Stones!
Mo Hua revealed a greedy little look.
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.
It wasn't that simple.
After more than twenty thousand years of Taoist Court development, the Spiritual mines in the cultivation world that hadn't been discovered were already few and far between.
Even if one was discovered, such a big prize attracted many would-be claimants, which often meant a storm of blood and violence...
Mr. Zhuang's gaze flickered, and he sighed softly in his heart.
Turning to look at Mo Hua, Mr. Zhuang suddenly hesitated again, showing an amused expression.
His disciple seemed obedient but was also whimsical and mischievous.
He was able to help a Loose Cultivator brazenly snatch a Spiritual mine from the Qian Family.
If he really discovered a Spiritual mine in the future, perhaps he could take a cunning opportunity and reap a juicy reward...
Afterward, there was no more talking, and Mo Hua concentrated on eating.
His cheeks were stuffed full.
The soup dumplings were fragrant and sweet.
Mo Hua couldn't help but eat more, and turning his head, he saw Bai Zixi seated beside him staring blankly at the soup dumplings in her bowl.
Mo Hua asked curiously, "Don't they taste good?"
He remembered that Junior Sister was supposed to love sweet things.
Bai Zixi shook her head.
Mo Hua's gaze held some confusion.
Bai Zixi glanced at Mo Hua, then pointed at the soup dumplings in her bowl and said, "They kind of look like you."
Mo Hua was stunned, then frowned.
He looked at the soup dumplings in the bowl.
White, round, and translucent.
After thinking for a while, Mo Hua asked uncertainly, "Junior Sister, are you saying I look pale?"
Bai Zixi shook her head again.
Mo Hua was even more puzzled.
Bai Zixi scooped up a snowy-white dumpling with her spoon, gently bit into it, and the black sesame filling oozed out...
Mo Hua froze, and after a long while, he finally understood.
Junior Sister was calling him scheming.
A fair face on the outside, but with a little dark heart on the inside.
Mo Hua muttered in dissatisfaction, "Where am I scheming..."
Bai Zixi nodded and said, "You are!"
In the mines, there was threatening, framing, deceiving, and intimidating - his methods were quite skilled.
Bai Zisheng also nodded on the side,
"Exactly, you seem harmless on the outside, but you have so many cunning ideas in your heart..."
Mo Hua glared at Bai Zisheng, "Being scheming is better than being a fool!"
Bai Zisheng was indignant, "How dare you call your Senior Brother a fool!"
"I didn't say that, you admitted it yourself..."
...
Under the big tree, Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng bickered endlessly in a lively manner.
Mr. Zhuang looked on unperturbed, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Bai Zixi then took another bite of her soup dumpling, squinting slightly, her gaze sparkling and clear.