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. Newest update provıded by novel⸺fire.net
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.
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:
"How do you want to spar?"
Mo Hua said, "I run, you try to catch me, see if you can catch me."
This is an attempt to spar in movement techniques.
He nodded and said, "Alright."
Then Elder Yi found a spacious Dao Room and said to Mo Hua, "Let’s do it here, there’s plenty of space for you to run."
Mo Hua looked around and nodded, "Okay."
And so, the sparring began.
Of course, it’s called "sparring," but in essence, it’s just "practice," and the atmosphere wasn’t that tense.
The two of them stood apart, a hundred feet away from each other, and Elder Yi said, "Let’s start."
Mo Hua replied, "Okay!"
Before the words were finished, Elder Yi’s figure had disappeared.
Mo Hua’s expression tightened, and before he could react, he suddenly felt himself being lifted.
"Got you." said Elder Yi, holding Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s expression was a bit dazed.
The Late Golden Core Stage movement technique was really too fast. Elder Yi was also a Spiritual Cultivator, particularly proficient in movement techniques. In a short time, he started quickly, and before he even had time to react, the figure flickered past him, too fast for him to respond.
The True Transmission Elder of Taixu Gate, truly extraordinary.
Even though Elder Yi appeared amiable and understated, his power was surprisingly strong when he really started, leaving him with no room to react at all.
No wonder he could teach Taoist Skills among the Eight Great Gates, truly extraordinary...
Of course, there was another reason.
Mo Hua turned his head to look at Elder Yi, "Elder, you must be at the Late Golden Core Stage, your cultivation level is too high."
Elder Yi was taken aback, "It’s not my fault that my cultivation is high..."
Mo Hua said, "Could you lower it to the Initial Golden Core Stage?"
The intensity of the Late Golden Core Stage was still too high, his movement techniques were being overwhelmed, and he couldn’t learn anything.
What else could he do?
As a "sparring partner," he could only do what this little ancestor said.
"Alright, I’ll lower it to the Initial Golden Core Stage."
Elder Yi put Mo Hua down, and the two stood apart again. Then, with a "begin," Elder Yi’s figure disappeared once more.
But this time, Mo Hua managed to catch Elder Yi’s trajectory.
At the Late Golden Core Stage, he couldn’t react, but when his cultivation was lowered to the Initial Golden Core Stage, the pressure wasn’t as high.
In Mo Hua’s Divine Sense perception, Elder Yi’s figure stepped with an extremely profound step, shortening a foot to an inch beneath him, each step spanning several feet, and moved precisely into Mo Hua’s blind spot at his back.
This step was exceptionally exquisite and tricky, calculated and very particular about timing.
Soon, from the blind spot in Mo Hua’s vision, Elder Yi’s hand reached out, grabbing toward Mo Hua just like before.
But this time, Mo Hua was prepared, and just as the hand was about to grab him, his figure flickered and he slid back several steps.
Elder Yi softly exclaimed, "Hmm?"
"There’s something there..."
He continued to pursue, his form as ethereal as the wind, with footsteps subtly in harmony with the changes of the易Trigrams, fast and mysterious, making it hard for people to notice.
But after a few rounds, Mo Hua managed to evade Elder Yi’s big hand at the last moment each time, avoiding being caught.
Elder Yi nodded quietly to himself.
No wonder he had the confidence to spar in movement techniques with him...
Not only was his Divine Sense keen, but his movement technique was also quite refined. Judging by his ease, he must have put in a lot of hard work.
And the more they sparred, the more distinct Elder Yi’s figure became in Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, and the clearer his attacks became, making it easier for Mo Hua to dodge.
Watching Mo Hua dart around the Dao Room like a fish, Elder Yi’s eyes narrowed, and in his vision, the space filled with易Trigrams, causing his movement technique to change.
But this shift occurred within a hair’s breadth.
Mo Hua didn’t have time to react, he was still relying on his experience to evade Elder Yi’s captures, but just as he sidestepped, he realized the space around him was empty, and Elder Yi hadn’t moved to grab him.
Mo Hua immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
Elder Yi emerged from another blind spot, seemingly invisible even though he clearly wasn’t.
His large hands grabbed Mo Hua by the shoulders.
Elder Yi smiled slightly, but his smile froze suddenly.
The Mo Hua he caught turned into water mist, dissolving right before his eyes...