Capítulo 1948: Chapter 946: Earth Sect (2)
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 ti, Mo Hua didn’t sneak a peek, fearing that Mr. Pi might suspect him again. Instead, he just directed his gaze at the tomb door, observing so 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 ‘prison gate,’ resonating with the Blood Pupil Skill of the Water Prison Sect… What is the connection here?”
…
Mo Hua’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
After pondering for a mont, 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. Pi’s 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 ?”
“Correct, but it’s of no use.” Mr. Pi said indifferently, taking a step forward, thrusting his right hand toward Mo Hua’s heart.
Mo Hua’s hands and feet were shackled by Second Grade manacles, incapable of resisting. He could only roll on the spot, awkwardly avoiding Mr. Pi’s lethal move, hurriedly speaking:
“Senior, weren’t you asking for my help? If you kill , 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 Hua’s vital points each ti, though Mo Hua narrowly avoided them each ti.
Mr. Pi’s temper flared up, realizing the situation, he sneered, “You’re a slippery one, indeed practiced a good movent 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 earth’s energy circulating, stones rose up and instantly trapped him within a cage.
It was a Formation.
Although Mo Hua’s 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 ?”
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, I’ve traveled far and wide, t nurous cultivators, and realized you are extraordinary with just a glance.”
“At first, I rely 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, it’s either you know it or you don’t, luck has nothing to do with it. In the Dao of Formations, even if soone is lucky, it’s based on their strength. Without strength, luck alone is useless.”
“I’m not mistaken, you are a Formation genius.” Mr. Pi stated confidently.
“Even if I am a Formation genius,” Mo Hua anxiously said, “you don’t have to kill … As a senior in Formations, shouldn’t 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 ?”
“You’re not naïve enough to believe that because you’re talented, everyone you et 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 seed exposed, his face turned even paler, his eyes showing so “despair”.
Seeing this pitiful sight, Mr. Pi couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of pity.
Such a handso young lad, an excellent Formation seedling, was about to die by his hand today.
“Kid, before you die, I’ll teach you sothing, 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, rember this: no matter what you do, in a group, it’s best to have only one Formation Master.”
“And that Formation Master, preferably, is yourself.”
“If you are the only Formation Master, others won’t 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.”
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