Moreover, he didn’t dare to calculate too deeply.
The longer he engaged with the ways of the heavenly secret, the clearer Mo Hua became. The Way of Cause and Effect was mysterious and unpredictable.
The more you calculate, the more you know, the more traces you leave behind, increasing the probability of being calculated by others, and naturally, more secrets will be spied upon.
Many things are mutual.
You are peering into cause and effect, and cause and effect are watching you as well...
So now, when faced with truly significant matters, Mo Hua actually dared not recklessly calculate, fearing that powerful forces were at play behind these matters, and in making such a move, he would be caught by the tail.
Mo Hua even had a constant feeling that, unknowingly, he had already been caught by the tail, but because he was too insignificant, he hadn’t been worth the attention of those powerful beings and thus hadn’t been pursued.
Therefore, regarding these four black-robed cultivators, Mo Hua only wiped around the edges, calculating a little bit of cause and effect.
Yet just that little bit was enough to startle Mo Hua.
In a certain sense, they could be considered ’acquaintances.’
Mo Hua became even more puzzled.
"How is this possible... What cause and effect could I have with them?"
Leaving aside the other three, at least regarding that black-robed gentleman, Mo Hua could confirm he absolutely did not know him.
Even his aura was very unfamiliar.
So unfamiliar that Mo Hua could nearly be certain he wasn’t a cultivator from the Qian Learning State Boundary, but someone from afar.
Mo Hua frowned even more deeply.
"If there’s a chance later, I really want to see who you all are..." Mo Hua thought to himself silently.
For now, though, it’s best to remain inactive.
This Solitary Mountain tomb is too eerie, and who knows what dangers lurk within. Alone, he certainly couldn’t reach the deepest part.
Mr. Hui and his three companions are experienced tomb robbers.
The four black-robed cultivators have strong cultivation and impenetrable strength.
All I need to do is stick with them.
No matter what dangers lie within this tomb, they are the seven Golden Cores at the forefront, and if anyone is to die, it’ll be them first.
All I need to do is keep my distance and avoid getting splattered by their blood.
Being the only Formation Master among them, unless it comes down to the very last moment, they likely won’t ’kill the donkey when the grinding is done.’
Having thought this through, Mo Hua nodded slightly, then stopped overthinking and focused on leading the way.
After traveling for a bit further, avoiding some tomb traps, they came upon another gate.
The gate was densely covered with Formation Patterns, more complex than those outside.
Previously, Mo Hua hadn’t noticed, but ever since seeing the tomb gate outside, engraved with the Seven Souls Blood Prison and guarded by Oxhead and Horseface, he felt this current gate seemed more like a prison gate.
The entire corridor felt like a passage within a Taoist Prison.
They were not only in a tomb but also within a ’Taoist Prison.’
Mo Hua shook his head and began breaking the Formation.
When it came to breaking formations, he was much more adept and quicker than Mr. Pi, not even needing Formation Paper for a ’draft,’ as he could compute it in his mind.
But to keep a low profile, he still took out the bronze pen and Formation Paper, imitating Mr. Pi, calculating the Formation Patterns’ interactions diligently on the paper.
Occasionally making mistakes, scribbling, and erasing.
After a while, he scratched his head, stopped his pen, put on a troubled look as if racking his brains without finding a solution.
Seeing Mo Hua’s unreliable appearance, Mr. Hui’s trio was a bit anxious, afraid he wouldn’t solve it, delaying their tomb-robbing venture.
Thus, despite Mo Hua’s scribbling and dragging at the gate, no one dared to interrupt his thought process.
Mr. Hui’s trio held their breath, while the four black-robed cultivators remained silent.
After an unknown duration, Mo Hua suddenly brightened up, appearing excited: "I figured it out!"
Mr. Hui’s group exhaled in relief.
Mo Hua, holding the bronze Formation Pen, carefully inscribed the Formation Patterns he had laboriously calculated onto the gate.
One by one, the Formation Patterns lit up, and the Sealing Patterns broke apart.
Subsequently, with a rusty creak, the gate finally began to open slowly.
Mr. Hui was slightly surprised, turning to glance deeply at Mo Hua, thinking:
"This guy looks unreliable, but unexpectedly, his understanding of formations is so high, able to grasp Mr. Pi’s formation just like that..."
"With Mr. Pi already dead, maybe... we should keep this kid?"
"Make him change his appearance, pick a new nickname, and become a tomb robber, deciphering formations for us underground."
"However, he might not be willing..."
Mr. Hui looked at Mo Hua and instantly had an idea:
"It seems he’s still a novice. Once we’re out, let’s find a few prostitutes to introduce him to indulgence."
"Young people, full of Blood Qi, once they taste indulgence, there’s no turning back. By then, delighted by the thrill, he’ll willingly serve me."
"If he doesn’t appreciate the opportunity, we’ll lock him up, beat him like a dog a few times, starve him for a few days..."
"By combining favor and intimidation, he won’t dare refuse."
"These days, Formation Masters are all talents, especially since this kid is different from Mr. Pi; he’s a genius Formation Master with life in my hands..."
Mr. Hui’s heart grew warm, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Mo Hua felt a chill run down his spine but pretended to know nothing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed deeply:
"The gate is open, we can proceed forward now."
"Good, thank you, young brother."
Mr. Hui’s tone had become significantly gentler.