In the scene, only Mr. Pi, Mo Hua, and the unconscious Shen Qingsheng were left.
Mr. Pi focused intently, working on breaking the Formation on the tomb door.
This time, Mo Hua didnât sneak a peek, fearing that Mr. Pi might suspect him again. Instead, he just directed his gaze at the tomb door, observing some subtle marks on it, while endless doubts swirled in his mind.
"Who exactly built this tomb, and who is really buried inside?"
"Why does it have the characteristic layout of the Water Prison Sect...?"
"Moreover, this tomb door seems like a âprison gate,â resonating with the Blood Pupil Skill of the Water Prison Sect... What is the connection here?"
...
Mo Huaâs brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly felt the atmosphere around him turn chilly. The air was terrifyingly quiet, and even the slight friction sound of the Bronze Formation Pen on the paper had disappeared.
Stunned, Mo Hua glanced around, then furrowed his brow.
"Strange, where did Mr. Pi go...?"
As Mo Hua was muttering, he accidentally turned around and saw Mr. Pi standing behind him, his face overcast, holding a dagger, stealthily stabbing toward his back.
Mo Hua was so frightened his face turned white. His legs weakened, and he stumbled to the ground.
Luckily, his fall narrowly avoided Mr. Piâs lethal, seemingly poison-coated, sharp dagger.
Mr. Pi had a peculiar expression, "This brat, quite lucky..."
Mo Hua, scared and bewildered, cried out, "Senior, what are you doing?"
Mr. Pi gave a fake smile, "What do you think?"
"I..." Mo Hua said in panic, "You... you want to kill me?"
"Correct, but itâs of no use." Mr. Pi said indifferently, taking a step forward, thrusting his right hand toward Mo Huaâs heart.
Mo Huaâs hands and feet were shackled by Second Grade manacles, incapable of resisting. He could only roll on the spot, awkwardly avoiding Mr. Piâs lethal move, hurriedly speaking:
"Senior, werenât you asking for my help? If you kill me, how will I help you?"
"That young master of the Shen family can offer tributes for you. Whether you exist or not, it makes no difference."
"One is not enough, better to keep a spare..." Mo Hua argued.
But Mr. Pi ignored him, intent on killing Mo Hua as the dagger in his hand glinted coldly, targeting Mo Huaâs vital points each time, though Mo Hua narrowly avoided them each time.
Mr. Piâs temper flared up, realizing the situation, he sneered, "Youâre a slippery one, indeed practiced a good movement technique..."
Mo Hua focused solely on escaping for his life, paying him no heed.
Mr. Pi slightly smiled, "However, it ends here."
Mo Hua was startled, just about to speak when he felt the ground tremble, the earthâs energy circulating, stones rose up and instantly trapped him within a cage.
It was a Formation.
Although Mo Huaâs hands and feet were bound by shackles, Mr. Pi had, to ensure nothing went wrong, pre-laid a Formation in advance.
Moreover, this Formation, stemming from Earth Formation heritage, was very obscure, impossible for ordinary cultivators or even ordinary Formation Masters to detect.
Trapped by the Formation, Mo Hua looked pale.
Mr. Pi sneered, "Try running now?"
Mo Hua looked like a trapped fawn in a snare, his gaze uneasy and frightened, he asked Mr. Pi:
"Senior, we have no past enmity, why must you kill me?" .
Seeing Mo Hua trapped by his Formation, with no chance of survival, Mr. Pi gave a faint smile, slowly stepping forward, saying:
"Throughout my life, Iâve traveled far and wide, met numerous cultivators, and realized you are extraordinary with just a glance."
"At first, I merely considered you talented, with a brilliant understanding of Formations. But just now, you pointed out the flaws in my Formation, enough to prove your master is remarkable, your foundation in Formations profoundly deep."
Mo Hua replied evasively, "I was just lucky..."
Mr. Pi shook his head, "This is Formation, itâs either you know it or you donât, luck has nothing to do with it. In the Dao of Formations, even if someone is lucky, itâs based on their strength. Without strength, luck alone is useless."
"Iâm not mistaken, you are a Formation genius." Mr. Pi stated confidently.
"Even if I am a Formation genius," Mo Hua anxiously said, "you donât have to kill me... As a senior in Formations, shouldnât you treasure talent?"
Mr. Pi laughed, "Kid, are you out of your mind? With no connections, no matter how high your talent is, what does it have to do with me?"
"Youâre not nave enough to believe that because youâre talented, everyone you meet will cherish talent and teach you Formations, are you?"
"This is the Cultivation World, where people are greedy and self-serving. No one will be good to you for no reason."
"Simply too immature..."
Mo Hua seemed exposed, his face turned even paler, his eyes showing some "despair".
Seeing this pitiful sight, Mr. Pi couldnât help but feel a slight twinge of pity.
Such a handsome young lad, an excellent Formation seedling, was about to die by his hand today.
"Kid, before you die, Iâll teach you something, so you die knowing why."
Mr. Pi held a poison-coated dagger, approaching Mo Hua step by step, with a sinister smile on his face:
"As a Formation Master traveling in the Cultivation World, remember this: no matter what you do, in a group, itâs best to have only one Formation Master."
"And that Formation Master, preferably, is yourself."
"If you are the only Formation Master, others wonât dare to easily silence you."
"And since you are the only Formation Master, only you understand Formations. Whatever you do, say, whether right or wrong, you are the only one who knows."