Immortality Through Array Formations

When leaving, Mo Hua accidentally bumped into a disciple from the Taixu Gate.

This disciple had a square face, with well-defined features, and Mo Hua was quite familiar with him.

"Zheng Fang?"

Seeing Mo Hua, Zheng Fang also looked delighted, "Junior Brother, what a coincidence."

"You're out shopping?" Mo Hua asked.

"Yes," Zheng Fang replied, "I've run out of pen and ink, and I couldn't bear to exchange my merit points for it, so I'm using spirit stones to buy some."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

He never seemed to run out of merits, so he usually exchanged them directly for pen and ink.

Zheng Fang glanced at Mo Hua and then asked, "Junior Brother, are you free? I want to buy a few formation books and would like your advice."

When he first joined the sect, Zheng Fang, who had a profound family background, was quite dissatisfied with Mo Hua being chosen by Elder Master Xun as the "Junior Brother" of formations.

Yet after spending so much time together, Zheng Fang had long since accepted it both in heart and speech.

Since then, he almost always referred to him as "Junior Brother," with an attitude of admiration.

Mo Hua happened to have some free time.

Moreover, being the "Junior Brother," helping out a junior is part of the job.

Mo Hua nodded, "Sure."

Then Mo Hua went back and browsed the Formation Pavilion with Zheng Fang, "guiding" him on what to buy.

With Mo Hua's current formation foundation, he had almost reached a level of perfection within the second grade.

He had seen too much, learned too much, and practiced too much.

Not only formations, but for ordinary formation books' authenticity, the quality of formation pens, and the color of spiritual ink, he could usually tell at a glance.

With Mo Hua's guidance, Zheng Fang bought formation books and ink supplies, then they left together. When they reached the entrance, Mo Hua said:

"I'm going back to the sect, do you want to come along?"

Zheng Fang shook his head and said, "No, I have an elder returning to the family today, and since he taught me since I was young, I should bid him farewell."

"An elder? From the Zheng family?"

"Yes."

"Are they skilled in formations?"

Zheng Fang nodded, "Very skilled! One of the most powerful True Transmission Elders in our family."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up and he wanted to ask more, but he was afraid of delaying Zheng Fang's farewell time.

Just at this time, a man with partially gray hair, a tall stature, with sharp, dignified features walked over.

"Zheng Fang,"

the man called out.

Zheng Fang turned back, immediately showing respect, "Little Uncle Master."

Mo Hua was taken aback and looked up to scrutinize the man, noticing his commanding presence, deep gaze, with a hint of lightning flashing in his eyes, displaying an aura of authority without anger.

Moreover, his cultivation was profound, with a sense of Feather Transformation.

A Feather Transformation Realm True Man!

Zheng Fang quickly introduced Mo Hua:

"This is the elder I mentioned to you, my Little Uncle Master, a Fourth Grade Formation Master, serving as an Elder in the Qian Taoist Sect."

Listening to the beginning, Mo Hua felt admiration, but when he heard the words "Qian Taoist Sect," his expression cooled.

He never had good feelings about the Qian Taoist Sect, so he lost the interest in chatting further.

The man was none other than Elder Zheng.

He didn't really pay attention to Mo Hua, a minor disciple, until Zheng Fang introduced Mo Hua, saying:

"Little Uncle Master, this is the 'Junior Brother' of our Taixu Gate, whom I mentioned to you."

Elder Zheng was a bit surprised.

When Zheng Fang talked about him, he thought the "Junior Brother" was "junior" in terms of seniority.

Since they were of the same generation, the word "Junior" was added.

But now, seeing him in person, he realized this "Junior Brother" was really quite young...

He appeared not much older, with youthful and fair looks, making it hard to believe, just from his appearance, that he was the "Junior Brother" of the Taixu Gate.

However, there's no precedence in the Dao, and respect goes to the accomplished.

One shouldn't judge by appearance.

If he could be the "Junior Brother," it must mean he has exceptional talent in formations.

Elder Zheng's expression became a bit more gentle, "Young brother, what is your name?"

"Mo Hua," Mo Hua replied.

"Mo Hua..." Elder Zheng repeated, somewhat impressed, "Using ink to draw formations, dotting ink like painting, what a great name."

Mo Hua felt complimented on his name and couldn't help nodding.

He also thought his parents had given him a good name.

Because of this, his impression of Elder Zheng improved greatly.

He actually wanted to ask this True Transmission Elder of the Zheng family about formations, but he was somewhat mindful of his identity and asked,

"You really are an elder of the Qian Taoist Sect?"

Elder Zheng shook his head, "I'm not anymore."

Mo Hua was surprised, "Not anymore?"

Elder Zheng said, "I resigned."

Mo Hua felt a sense of relief, "That's good!"

Elder Zheng was a bit puzzled, with a complex expression, saying:

"That's a position of elder in the Qian Taoist Sect, one of the leading Four Great Sects, something many cultivators dream of. Why would not doing it be good?"

"As I said, it's something ordinary cultivators dream of. Those truly skilled wouldn't put up with such constraints," Mo Hua replied.

From his understanding, in such a great sect, the hierarchy was strict, with clear distinctions between ranks.

If one wanted to do well, they'd have to act subservient upwards, and domineering downwards, otherwise, they'd face constant grievances.

What Mo Hua said resonated with Elder Zheng.

Elder Zheng then asked, "If I were to offer you a place as a disciple of the Qian Taoist Sect, would you accept?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "They wouldn't accept me."

It was true they wouldn't.

Back then, he carried the "Sect-Entering Order" given by his master, traveled a long distance to the Qian Taoist Sect, only to be rejected at the door due to perceived poor aptitude.

The bar of the Qian Taoist Sect was too high for him to reach.

He still remembered that grievance.

Elder Zheng, not knowing the details, asked again, "If they were willing to accept you, would you go?"

Mo Hua shook his head again, "No, I wouldn't care for it."

He was doing too well now in the Taixu Gate.

Elder Master Xun taught him formations, and the Ancestor taught him Divine Thought into sword.