After all, having reached the Late Stage of Foundation Establishnt in just ten years, with such a state and cultivation, even if one blows their own trumpet, no one would question it.
Mo Shan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling proud of Mo Hua's cultivation.
But what he didn't know was that Mo Hua's cultivation was actually the least comndable thing about him at Taixu Gate.
Not only was it not comndable, it was actually the thing dragging him behind...
Among the fellow disciples at Taixu, finding soone with worse cultivation than Mo Hua and soone stronger in Formation than Mo Hua... both are very difficult.
Beside him, Liu Ruhua felt both pleased and a bit distressed.
Reaching Foundation Establishnt Late Stage in ten years, it's easy to imagine that Mo Hua's cultivation in the sect must have been very diligent, enduring countless hardships and suffering, to achieve such cultivation and strength today.
Thinking of this, Liu Ruhua inexplicably felt Mo Hua had grown thin and warmly said:
"If you want to eat sothing, just tell mom, I'll make it for you to nourish you well."
Mo Hua nodded and smiled, "Okay."
Then the family of three joyfully had dinner together.
Mo Hua also casually asked about the Tongxian City.
Mo Shan simply said everything was fine, "The monster hunting business has already gotten on track, and both the refinery shop and alchemist's business have earned a lot of Spirit Stones, the entire Tongxian City has been revitalized, and many houses have been rebuilt..."
Mo Hua was a bit surprised, "Has our ho not been rebuilt?"
Mo Shan smiled gently, "Your mother couldn't bear to..."
"Not willing to?"
"Yeah," Mo Shan nodded, "Your mother said this is where you grew up, she couldn't bear to tear it down, while you're pursuing the Dao and cultivation outside, not at ho, she can think of you as a child running around the yard whenever she looks at it,"
"Also when you were young, learning the movent technique, learning concealnt, always asking her if she could see you..."
Liu Ruhua's face turned slightly red but her expression was nostalgic.
Mo Hua also felt a warmth in his heart, and asked his mother:
"Is this restaurant still busy?"
Liu Ruhua shook her head, "The als mainly rely on the restaurant, which is managed by Xiaofu and your Aunt Jiang. I just research the recipes, but I kept this eatery specially for the sake of nostalgia."
"On ordinary days, there aren't many guests, mostly Elder Yu and so old acquaintances coming for drinks and chats, so it's not particularly busy."
Mo Hua nodded understandingly, at ease.
He then turned his head, taking in the entire small courtyard, feeling sowhat wistful and warm.
Suddenly, Mo Hua paused, noticing sothing he had neglected since returning ho.
Mo Hua pointed to a large Chinese scholar tree in front of the courtyard and said in disbelief:
"Mom, where did this large Chinese scholar tree co from?"
Liu Ruhua followed the sound and looked over, recalling slowly:
"I rember... it was the second year after you left ho for Qian State to study, a mysterious guest ca to the eatery..."
"A mysterious guest?"
"Yes," Liu Ruhua described, "An old gentleman with a wooden face, unfamiliar appearance, no expression, ca to the eatery, ordered a table full of food and drinks, and lots of Song Zi."
"But strangely, he didn't touch the food and drinks, only cracking Song Zi for a long ti, without speaking or showing expression, just the back view, sowhat inexplicably... lonely."
"After finishing the Song Zi, he left."
"The next day, where he sat, a Chinese scholar tree grew out and grew bigger and faster day by day until it beca a large tree, lush and verdant."
"Elder Yu and others said this tree seed a bit eerie, suggesting we should either cut it down or move away."
"I didn't agree, I always felt this big tree seed to have spirituality, able to shelter from wind and rain, every ti sitting under it feels very secure..."
Mo Hua turned his head, staring blankly at the lush tree, with branches and leaves as canopy, shading the entire small courtyard, feeling both moved and grateful, murmuring in his heart:
"Grandpa Gui..."
...
Night falls in the small house.
A bed, a table, simple and neat furnishings, a warm yellow candlelight flickered in the room.
Mo Hua sat at the table, reminiscing.
This was his childhood bedroom.
Once, he would lie on this small table, reading, cultivating, studying Dao, practicing the Formation taught by his master.
The Bright Fire Formation in the lamp was the first Formation he learned.
Everything started with a Bright Fire Formation.
Now, he was still lying on this table, reading, cultivating, studying Formation.
Only now, the books he reads and the Formations he studies, are much deeper than those a "Junior Formation Master" once learned.
Mo Hua's heart is full of emotions, quietly settling down, routinely studying Formation.
After studying Formation for a while, Mo Hua took out paper and brush to plan his cultivation.
Planning leads to success, lack of planning leads to failure.
This was taught to him by his father, Mo Shan, since childhood, and he keeps it in mind, always contemplating, deducing, and preparing for whatever he encounters.
Next, the most crucial task he needs to focus on:
Core Formation!
Crystalizing Spiritual Power, solidifying Qi Sea into a Pill.
This is truly a major hurdle on the cultivator's path.
It's also a chance for lower-level cultivators to step into the middle level of the Cultivation World, achieving an identity leap.
In a Second-Grade State Boundary, Golden Core is a legend.
In a Third-Grade State Boundary, Golden Core is an ancestor.
In a Fourth-Grade State Boundary, Golden Core is high-level.
Even in a Fifth-grade State Realm, Golden Core is the backbone of Great Families and Great Sects, worthy of being honored as Guest Elder, perhaps even Elder.
Once a cultivator achieves Core Formation, not only does the realm increase, cultivation deepens, and lifespan increases significantly.
Mo Hua is walking the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao.
Once Core Formation is achieved, the already powerful Divine Thought can undergo a profound transformation through the ancient and mysterious Heaven Yan Jue.
"Golden Core..."
Mo Hua's eyes reflected the bright fla, appearing particularly bright.
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