Chapter 1322: 750 Clever_4

Chapter 1322: Chapter 750 Clever_4

Cultivation requires the persistence of water dripping to wear through stone. With Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivation, breakthroughs cannot be achieved in the short term.

His Divine Sense was stuck at Seventeen Patterns.

Eighteen Patterns was just within sight, but due to the limitations of Heavenly Dao Laws, there was a barrier in the way that he simply couldn’t overcome.

Though his Sword Control was immensely powerful, it too had gradually reached a bottleneck.

He would have to wait until he mastered a new Sword Array or until Little Wood learned a new Sword-Casting technique to continue advancing.

He was practicing formations diligently every single day.

Especially the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation, which he had grown thoroughly tired of; there wasn’t anything new or refreshing about it anymore.

Other than the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation, it had been quite some time since he had learned any new formations.

As for his cultivation, that was something that could only be improved bit by bit through grinding.

His Divine Sense might require some sort of opportunity or trigger.

For now, all he could do was try and find some new formations to study.

Mo Hua thought about it for a moment and decided to seek out Elder Master Xun for advice.

“New formations?” Elder Master Xun was momentarily taken aback.

“Yes.” Mo Hua nodded, “Master, aside from the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Formation, are there other formations I can study?”

“Even the Yuan Magnetic Formation would be fine…” Mo Hua added hesitantly.

He only had a few of the Seventeen Patterns Yuan Magnetic Formation scrolls, which had been rendered useless through repeated practice.

Elder Master Xun sighed softly.

Learning too quickly wasn’t necessarily a good thing—now all the pressure fell squarely on him, the old master.

However, there were certain formations that Mo Hua was still too early to learn.

And others, though categorized within the legitimate formation schools, were borderline unorthodox or even dangerous, making them prone to leading an aspiring cultivator astray.

“I’ll consider it…” said Elder Master Xun.

“Alright.” Mo Hua replied obediently.

He was about to rise and take his leave when suddenly Elder Master Xun called out to him.

“Mo Hua.”

Elder Master Xun furrowed his brows slightly, contemplating for a while before finally asking cautiously: “Can your Divine Sense still be strengthened?”

The question was asked with utmost deliberation.

Having just entered the Foundation Building Middle Stage and already possessing Divine Sense with Seventeen Patterns, Mo Hua had far surpassed cultivators of the same realm.

Yet Elder Master Xun couldn’t help but feel that Mo Hua was capable of achieving even more.

As the disciple of that person, anything extraordinary was possible…

Mo Hua scratched his head. “Hard to say. It might depend on certain opportunities…”

For instance, if someone were to offer him a “meal.”

Or perhaps if he could locate another altar of some sort.

These things indeed depended on lucky encounters.

But such details, Mo Hua definitely couldn’t say outright.

Elder Master Xun’s gaze grew slightly dark; it was unclear what crossed his mind as he nodded faintly. “I see.”

From then on, Elder Master Xun didn’t say another word.

Mo Hua, sensing it inappropriate to linger further, decided not to disturb him, especially since Elder Master Xun had seemed particularly preoccupied as of late, clearly pondering some significant matter.

Whatever grand matters the sect might be dealing with were beyond Mo Hua’s ability to interfere, nor could he lend any assistance.

As long as he didn’t cause additional trouble for the master, that would be enough.

Mo Hua bowed respectfully and then got up to take his leave.

But just as he reached the doorway, he turned and unexpectedly ran into a man clad in a Taoist Robe of Taixu Gate’s Inner Gate, his appearance handsome and upright, his posture tall, with a nonchalant air in his expression.

Judging from his demeanor, he seemed to be a certain Elder from the Inner Gate.

This Elder, upon suddenly colliding with Mo Hua, was visibly startled, a flicker of unease crossing his face.

It was almost like someone caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Yet this expression lasted only an instant before his countenance returned to normal.

If not for Mo Hua’s keen Divine Sense, he wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

Moreover, the aura emanating from this Elder felt oddly familiar…

Mo Hua was puzzled but still politely offered the disciple’s greeting, saying:

“Greetings, Elder.”

The Elder cast a calm and measured look at Mo Hua, as if he had never encountered him before, treating him merely as an ordinary disciple, and nodded faintly:

“Mm.”

Then he walked past Mo Hua and entered Elder Master Xun’s residence.

Watching the Elder’s departing figure, Mo Hua felt perplexed and called over a nearby Taoist Child to inquire:

“Who was that Elder just now?”

The Taoist Child, being informed on countless visits and departures, was well-connected.

Moreover, he got along quite well with Mo Hua, so he readily shared all he knew:

“That was Elder Xun Ziyou, a descendant of Elder Master Xun. He currently serves as an Inner Gate Elder and oversees Refining Demon Mountain. Occasionally, he comes to visit the old master…”

Mo Hua froze, thinking about that unfamiliar yet somehow familiar figure. His expression turned thoughtful.

A moment later, Mo Hua’s eyes glimmered slightly as he nodded with a meaningful tone:

“Ah… Elder Xun…”