Cultivators who possessed the Heaven Shu Ring were truly accredited by the Taoist Court, formally assessed and recognized as Formation Masters.
To be certified, even as a Third Grade, one's attainnt in Formation should not be underestimated.
But the problem is, this ring was worn on the hand of a little cultivator who was just about ten years old.
This seed, sowhat ridiculous...
However, the disciple guarding the gate, though arrogant, was not completely without brains.
They were accustod to fawning over the strong and trampling over the weak, but a Third Grade Formation Master was certainly not soone they could afford to look down upon.
Even if this Third Grade Formation Master could possibly be a fake.
A gatekeeper disciple frowned and said, "Little..."
The words "little brat" were swallowed back down.
His tone also took on a bit of seriousness, "...young brother, are you truly a Third Grade Formation Master?"
Mo Hua lifted his head and puffed out his chest, "Indeed!"
This gatekeeping disciple, still found it sowhat unbelievable.
Mo Hua cast a cold glance at him, "Are you not going yet?"
Due to Mo Hua's poor attitude, these few gatekeeping disciples, on the contrary, did not dare to neglect him any longer.
This little cultivator must truly have so confidence to act so boldly if not genuine courage.
Moreover, he had co in a carriage.
Outside the carriage, there was an old man driving, who seed perfectly ordinary, yet inscrutable.
And as for who was inside the carriage, and what their status was, they did not yet know.
But, to make a Third Grade Formation Master co down to clear the way, the cultivator inside the carriage must be even more extraordinary.
The leading gatekeeping disciple bowed with his hands folded in front and said:
"Young brother, please wait a mont. I will report to the Sect Leader imdiately."
Whether true or false, it would be for the Sect Leader to decide.
If this little cultivator was truly a Third Grade Formation Master, then they should treat him with due respect.
If not...
If anyone dared to bluff their way in front of the Five Elents Sect, they would certainly not enjoy the consequences!
The deanor of the gatekeeping disciple turned cold, and he went to make his report.
Mo Hua flipped onto Big White and waited, absentmindedly scratching the beast to pass the ti.
In less than the ti it takes for a pot of tea to brew, there was a stir within the Five Elents Sect.
Bursts of presence suddenly arose.
The noise also gradually grew louder. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire
After a while, these presences all converged towards the gate.
Sitting on Big White, Mo Hua looked up and saw that, unbeknownst to when, the long steps in front of the gate were already filled with many cultivators.
Each one of them was deeply profound in presence, their faces as still as water, staring intently at the carriage, looking as if they were facing a great enemy.
Soon after, the crowd parted.
Out ca a figure wearing a golden crown, clad in an even more exquisite Taoist robe embroidered with Five Elents patterns, his face exuding more authority. He appeared to be the Sect Leader of the Five Elents Sect.
With a serious face yet a hint of anticipation, he walked up to the carriage and bowed, saying:
"I am the Sect Leader of the Five Elents Sect. I extend a warm welco to Mr. Zhuang."
Upon these words, those within the Five Elents Sect who were in the know revealed a cold glint in their eyes.
Those who were unaware showed shock and astonishnt.
Just who exactly was in the carriage that could make the esteed Third Grade Sect Leader of the Five Elents Sect bend down to pay respects, addressing them as "senior"?
From inside the carriage, Mr. Zhuang's indifferent voice erged:
"How many generations have passed?"
The Sect Leader of the Five Elents Sect folded his hands and replied, "Not to conceal from the senior, it has been three generations since then."
Mr. Zhuang made a sound of acknowledgnt.
The Sect Leader's eyes flickered, and then he stepped aside, saying, "Please, senior, co inside."
Old Kui turned his head and glanced at Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang, through the curtains, looked at the threshold of the Five Elents Sect, then looked up slightly to take in the entire Sect at a glance, silently contemplating and making calculations, remaining silent.
After a long ti, it seed he had finally made up his mind.
The path one ought to walk must eventually be tread.
That day would always co...
"Let's go."
In Mr. Zhuang's tone hid a trace of complex and indiscernible resoluteness.
Old Kui nodded, glanced at Mo Hua, and then Mo Hua patted Big White.
At the command, Big White began to pull the carriage into the Sect.
After walking a few steps, it encountered the towering threshold.
The high threshold barred the carriage from entering.
The cultivators of the Five Elents Sect, from the highest to the lowest, watched with cold eyes, so sneering as if they intended to intimidate Mr. Zhuang into submission.
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow and patted Big White again.
Big White instantly understood, raising its head to neigh and lifting its front hooves high, fiercely stomping down, shattering the threshold of the Five Elents Sect. Afterwards, the creature affectionately nuzzled Mo Hua's hand with its big head.
Mo Hua smiled radiantly, praised Big White, and smoothed its mane.
With its head held high and chest puffed out, Big White calmly led the carriage into the Five Elents Sect.
Faces of the entire Five Elents Sect were filled with anger, yet they also dared not voice their outrage.
Only the Sect Leader of the Five Elents Sect's gaze shimred with a subtle and inscrutable gleam.
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