Lord Yellow Mountain said, "Occasionally, yes."
Mo Hua replied, "Hold on." He went outside the temple, broke off a piece of branch, and carved it into the shape of a small sword.
Afterward, Mo Hua tapped his forehead with his hand and condensed a trace of Sword Intent with his Divine Thought.
This strand of Sword Intent was still quite rough, yet the powerful killing intent contained within was almost tangible, making Lord Yellow Mountain tremble with fear.
Mo Hua infused the Sword Intent into the wooden sword and then hung it above the temple door.
From the outside, it looked like just a coarse wooden sword.
But if any evil spirits or uninvited guests approached, it would become a terrifying "decapitation sword."
"With my sword hanging here, most evil spirits do not dare to come." Mo Hua said.
Lord Yellow Mountain gave Mo Hua a deep look, feeling grateful, and bowed deeply, "I owe you a great debt, as a Minor God, I will remember it forever."
"I need to return to the Sect now, I’ll come to see you when I have the time."
Looking at the small wooden sword hanging from the beam, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction, then waved to Lord Yellow Mountain and left freely.
The setting sun, Kushan’s desolate temple.
Mo Hua, together with Xun Ziyou, walked down the winding mountain path, cloaked in the evening glow.
Lord Yellow Mountain watched Mo Hua leave, his heart filled with emotions.
He never expected that eight years ago, the little cultivator who climbed the mountain alone at night and barged into his temple, would become the greatest "fortune" of his life...
Baton by moonlight, returning to the Sect.
Mo Hua practiced Reversed Spirit Formation all night, and by the next dawn, Zheng Fang came to find him again, handing him a letter, saying:
"Junior Brother, my great-uncle will return to Zhen State in three days."
Mo Hua was shocked, "Elder Zheng is leaving?"
"Yes," Zheng Fang nodded, "My great-uncle has already resigned from his Elder position at Qian Taoist Sect and has stayed a bit longer than usual. Now, with the year-end approaching, some issues seem to have arisen in the clan, and he must return."
"Before leaving, he wants to see Junior Brother once more, possibly to entrust you with something."
Mo Hua felt regret, then said, "I understand, I will go visit Elder Zheng."
"Alright, Junior Brother, I’ll take my leave first."
Zheng Fang finished speaking and left.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, thinking that since Elder Zheng was going back to his clan, it would be wise to send him off sooner rather than later to avoid last-minute issues that could cause a delay and result in missing Elder Zheng.
So he went to visit Elder Zheng at noon.
Elder Zheng had temporarily rented a cave dwelling within Taixu City.
When Mo Hua arrived, Elder Zheng was packing his belongings. Seeing Mo Hua, he beamed with joy and quickly ordered a servant to serve tea. They sat in the courtyard of the cave dwelling, drinking tea and chatting. .
"Elder Zheng, are you heading back to your clan?" Mo Hua took a sip of tea and asked softly.
"Yes," Elder Zheng sighed, "I have been here too long already, and some situations have arisen within the clan recently. I must return before the festivals."
Mo Hua looked somewhat dejected.
Elder Zheng was a righteous man, knowledgeable in Formations, and had always been kind to him. No matter what questions he asked, Elder Zheng answered them thoroughly, making him a respected mentor.
Now, with Elder Zheng leaving, Mo Hua was quite reluctant.
Elder Zheng also silently gazed at Mo Hua, feeling a sense of regret.
He had never imagined, that after teaching for so many years in Qian Taoist Sect, he would never find a disciple he truly appreciated.
And only after resigning from his position and preparing to return to his clan, did he encounter Mo Hua.
If he had known, he would have gone to Taixu Gate to serve as an Elder.
That way, he could justifiably become Mo Hua’s "Elder" and impart his formation knowledge to him.
Elder Zheng felt a sense of loss.
He looked at Mo Hua again, but as he watched, Elder Zheng suddenly froze and frowned.
Despite being shrouded by Tai Xu Yin Yang Lock, making Mo Hua’s aura somewhat obscure, as a Formation Master in the Feather Transformation Realm, he could still vaguely sense that Mo Hua’s Divine Sense had grown considerably stronger than before...
"Has your Divine Sense grown stronger?"
"Impossible..."
"Peak of Nineteen-Pattern, any stronger and wouldn’t that reach Twenty-Pattern Golden Core? Foundation Building Cultivation, Divine Thought Formation?"
Elder Zheng shook his head, even he found it absurd.
He retrieved several Jade Slips that had been long prepared from his Storage Bag.
"I’ve recorded some basic Original Magnetism and advanced Thunder Magnetism Formation knowledge in these Jade Slips. If you wish to study them in the future, you can take a look."
"Additionally, I have organized some Formation Diagrams. These diagrams, compared to your Taixu Gate’s inheritance, might have some differences, giving you a good point of reference."
"Moreover, there are some insights into Formations..."
Elder Zheng handed these items to Mo Hua one by one.
Looking at these Jade Slips and texts, Mo Hua felt immense gratitude.
Elder Zheng earnestly advised:
"The Great Dao is boundless, the way of Formations is infinite. You must diligently study and persevere. There are no shortcuts in Formations, persistence is the only way. Only by never giving up can you go far..."
These seemingly simple admonitions are the most unfaltering truths, solidified by his years of experience in Tao Cultivation.
"Furthermore, if there’s ever a chance, visit Zhen State and come to my Zheng Family..." Elder Zheng said.
"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded seriously, "I will remember!"
A smile appeared on Elder Zheng’s serious face.
Afterward, he combined his personal experiences and explained to Mo Hua some taboos in Formations, cultivation, and Tao Cultivation, as well as potential troubles he might encounter in the Cultivation World in the future.
Elder Zheng spoke in detail, and Mo Hua listened intently. Unknowingly, half the day passed swiftly.
The sun slowly set, bathing the sky in evening glow.
Elder Zheng, realizing it was getting late, bade farewell to Mo Hua with slight regret.
Mo Hua also knew it was time to take his leave.
Yet, just as he was about to depart, Elder Zheng suddenly stopped him, his expression somewhat serious, hesitating about whether to speak or not.
Perhaps he realized that if he didn’t say it now, he might not get another chance to tell Mo Hua in the future.
Elder Zheng slowly made up his mind, then with a wave of his hand activated the Formation, as the light spread, sealing off the entire cave and isolating all sound and sight.
"Mo Hua," Elder Zheng said with a serious expression, "The next thing I say, after you hear it, do not tell anyone else or casually mention it."
Mo Hua was taken aback, then nodded solemnly.
Elder Zheng nodded in acknowledgment, then slowly asked:
"Have you ever heard of... the Great Demon Hall?"