Foundation Establishnt Initial Stage, Second-grade Junior Formation Master...
The rit Elder inwardly marveled.
No wonder... Elder Master Xun valued this child so highly, even going so far as to bend the rules and grant him special access...
With such astonishing talent in Formation, he indeed deserved cultivation.
Moreover, he was neither arrogant nor impetuous and worked hard on his tasks.
Even though he had taken a backdoor and had special privileges granted, the Formations were all drawn by his own hand, and the rit Points were all earned by himself.
The rit Elder nodded, his attitude toward Mo Hua becoming increasingly amiable, and his gaze filled with growing admiration.
Even at tis, he would spare Mo Hua so of the more tedious formalities.
Thus, Mo Hua found accepting and completing tasks increasingly convenient.
Typically, a Thirteen Patterns Formation would earn about twenty rit Points per task.
Such tasks were not always available, but whenever they were, Mo Hua could complete them within half a day; hence, his rit Points accumulated like a rising tide.
With the rit Points hoarded, Mo Hua exchanged them for many sets of Sixteen Patterns Formations.
Now his rit Points were plentiful, nearly enough for him to be self-sufficient in learning the various types of Eight Trigrams Formation archived by the Taixu Gate, and he even had a surplus.
The types of Formations that Mo Hua knew grew increasingly nurous, and his Divine Sense likewise beca stronger.
Moreover, as the number of captured Sin Cultivators increased, the Spells confiscated were also not few, and Mo Hua, picking and choosing, learned several new Spells.
Such as the Golden Blade Technique, Wood Poison Art, Quicksand Skill, and so on.
These Spells, while all of lower rank, were nevertheless closely guarded by various Sects within the Qianxue State boundary, refined of their dross and kept in their purest essence... they encompassed the essential subtleties of the Spells.
So, in a sense, they could be considered an exceptional legacy.
Moreover, because they were lower-tier Spells, Mo Hua could use them boldly and without fear of causing trouble.
The only issue was that these Spells weren't very powerful.
They were even weaker than Mo Hua's original Fireball Technique.
Lower-tier Spells were not known for their power—Mo Hua understood this, but it still left him disappointed.
Now, he seed to lack any Spells with significant destructive power.
Techniques like dismantling a Large Formation were too cumberso, with too much power and too many restrictions, and far too conspicuous to be used as a regular ans of attack.
Divine Sense controlling the ink to lay out a Killing Formation...
It required the right opportunity, an elent of surprise, and deliberate design—after all, it was a sowhat slow process.
Furthermore, this thod of laying out Formations was quite distinctive and far too attention-grabbing; it wasn't discreet.
Creating a Formation also consud Spiritual Ink and burned Spirit Stones.
Using it occasionally was manageable, but frequent use would lead to "bankruptcy"...
"It would be best to learn a Spell with decent power, one that is not of a high tier, doesn't consu too much Spiritual Power, casts quickly, can be used openly, and doesn't fear being displayed in front of others..."
Mo Hua pondered for a long ti but ca up with no ideas.
One evening, after dinner, Mo Hua lay down with Yu Er on the grass, watching the splendor of the twilight, like splattered ink, over Taixu Mountain.
Mo Hua was still thinking about Spells.
Unknowingly, as evening deepened and the twilight dimd, the sun set behind the mountains.
As it receded and lost its brilliance, in the last mont, it seed as though a myriad of flas intertwined within it, and the glow of the sunset suddenly brightened before fading away into darkness.
Flas intertwining... the sunset...
A flicker passed through Mo Hua's eyes as a long-buried mory suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
It was a mory from his wandering days, by the side of Si Water, when he had sought spell instruction from Grandpa Gui...
Grandpa Gui spread open his palm, and a Fireball appeared...
The Fireball manifested as a pale red gaseous form, and then, guided by Divine Sense, the Spiritual Power compressed inward, solidifying into a deep red fiery thread.
This fiery thread contained astonishing Spiritual Power, floating in the air.
Then, in Grandpa Gui's palm, another Fireball ford, which he also condensed into a fiery thread.
Again, he turned a Fireball into a fiery thread...
After about ten such repetitions, Grandpa Gui's palm no longer held Fireballs, instead, there were over a dozen deep red, intensely hot threads.
These threads finally intertwined into a small Fireball.
This Fireball Technique, with Spiritual Threads interwoven, was less like a Fireball and more like a ball of Spiritual Power threads woven from fla.
Multiple compressions, restructured Spiritual Power.
It seed to be a simple Fireball Technique, yet it hinted at sothing more devious.
With a casual flick, Grandpa Gui sent the Fireball flying swiftly into the river, causing the surface of the water to boil instantly.
A large river, a vast expanse of water, was evaporated by the re Fireball Technique, creating a massive hole.
Surrounding water Qi ford mist and steam rose.
Monts later, the river water rushed back.
A huge whirlpool now ford on the previously calm surface of the river...
...
This sequence of events played over and over in Mo Hua's mind.
Simultaneously, Grandpa Gui's words echoed in his ears: "Complex principles of Spells often hide in the simplest, most common things..."
Multiple compressions, restructured Spiritual Power, condensed into a Fireball, containing imnse power...
Mo Hua was astounded:
"What kind of Fireball Technique is this..."
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