Re: God of Formation.

"Are you sure the news is genuine?" the Gong clan matriarch asked impatiently.

"Yes, clan leader. I've already confirmed the news," the external affairs elder replied with a bright smile.

"Good. Good." She nodded, a faint smile appearing on her cold face. From this, everyone inside the hall could see how excited she was.

Jun Wu had been a thorn in their flesh that was almost impossible to remove. But now it seemed luck was on their side.

"Did he bring any protector along?"

"No, apart from his two retainers—an old man, a girl who was expelled from the Mystic Path Academy, and her younger brother."

"Send three Master Realms and ask our friend to send an Expert Realm cultivator," she declared decisively. This time they could not fail.

Without the two academy deans holding the fort, they must seize this opportunity to capture him and end all the trouble once and for all.

"Yes, clan leader. I'll see to it immediately," the elder nodded with a bright smile.

Just then, an elder couldn't help but ask, "What about his clan, the Jun clan?"

"You don't need to worry about them," the Gong matriarch said dismissively. "Some of their elders hate him more than we do."

"I believe they would also dispatch some men to eradicate the vermin once and for all."

When the elders heard this, they all nodded. Everyone knew how complicated and terrifying the schemes among the Jun clan could be.

Thus, this was no secret to them.

…..

Jun Clan

Inside the Jun clan leader's private courtyard, a group sat and discussed in a low voice.

"What should we do?" an elder asked.

"What do you mean what should we do?" one of them frowned. "Of course, we eliminate him. This is a golden chance that we must not miss."

Jun Qigang, the clan leader, was quiet for a moment before he shook his head. "Killing him is out of the question."

Hmm?

All the elders were stunned. Everyone knew how Jun Qigang hated Jun Wu's father, which led him to hate his son.

"Why? Are you having a change of heart?" a middle-aged woman asked with a deep frown.

They had done many unspeakable things to Jun Wu and his father. Now was the time to go soft, else they would pay the price.

Jun Qigang shook his head, and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes. "I still really want the boy and his father dead, but you must all remember: the son is now under the watch of the ancestors…"

All the elders had a look of realization and nodded. Perhaps it was due to hatred or bias that they forgot the last time the ancestry dispatched five Golden Falcons to recall him back to the clan.

This alone proved how much the ancestors were interested in him.

"Clan leader, you're right. We can't act rashly." Another elder responded, agreeing with the clan leader's decision.

"Then what should we do? We can't miss this golden opportunity." The middle-aged woman pressed.

"Of course we can't miss this opportunity." Jun Qigang nodded with a sinister smile. "Why don't we kidnap him, torture him enough to bend him to our will? When we release him, he will be nothing but our puppet."

"His talent as an Array Formation master and the now-famed Master Teacher will belong to us. What do you think?" He asked, staring at the others with a crazed expression.

Huh!

The elders sucked in a sharp breath. They never imagined the clan leader would go to such an extreme. With everything they had done to that boy, they never expected him to still be so unyielding. Compared to killing him, this was even worse.

However, no one was going to stop him. If this plan succeeded, they would all benefit from it.

"Clan leader, we'll follow your plan." The middle-aged woman forced out a bright smile.

"Good. I'll arrange for it immediately."

….

Clear Wind City – Xun Clan

Inside the grand hall, the elders gathered, discussing the action that would determine the clan's future.

"What should we do about the latest news?" the clan leader asked.

"I suggest we do nothing," the second elder replied indifferently.

"How can we do nothing?" the third elder retorted. "Since we all want to see what's so special about Master Teacher, isn't this the best time to find out?"

All the elders nodded in agreement.

This was a rare opportunity for them to verify the various rumors spreading throughout the region.

"I agree with the third elder. We must seize this opportunity and watch how everything unfolds," the first elder said slowly.

"We can't rely on hearsay. We need to decide as quickly as possible. I suppose the Gong clan won't be patient in the next few days."

"Since we've all agreed to confirm whether the rumors are true or not, I'll ask the First Elder and Second Elder to go to Dawn City to attend his open lecture," the clan leader announced.

….

Dawn City

In front of Jun Wu's residence, a small crowd had already gathered. Most of them were array formation masters and apprentices.

Some were from affluent clans from the Dawn City, trying to inquire about the Master Teacher.

Many rumors had spread about Master Teachers and how special they were. How could the affluent clans miss the opportunity to have their descendants try their luck?

Creak!

The entrance door was pushed open, and Zhang Wei stepped forward.

He looked at the excited crowd and frowned. "Why are they still here?"

He had tried to chase the excited crowd away multiple times, but the crowd was too adamant.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Everyone, please return to your homes. The Young Master will not see anyone until the day of the lecture." He tried to control his rising anger.

From the crowd, a young man and a young woman stepped forward.

"Senior, can we meet the Young Master? We only need to confirm if we can also become Master Teachers." The handsome young man spoke calmly, though his tone was filled with pride.

Many knew him. He came from one of the strongest clans, and his talent could rival those from the hidden clan and aristocrat clans. So he thought.

Zhang Wei looked at the arrogant young man and ignored him.

He had encountered entitled young people so many times that he was numb to them. They always think the world revolves around them.

Master Teacher? Did they think it was that easy to become one? From both Mystic City and Frostwind City, only five were able to become one. Out of millions of people, only five awaken their Master Teacher talent. That alone proved that becoming a Master Teacher was not something any cat and bull could embark on.

Watching Zhang Wei ignore them, the boy and girl were furious. However, just as the boy wanted to speak, the girl pulled his hand back. He turned and looked at his sister, who shook her head and pointed to the door.

From the door, Mao Yun appeared. He wore an approachable smile.

"I know all of you wanted to see the Young Master; unfortunately, you can't see him right now," he began, his voice clear and soothing compared to Zhang Wei's cold, distant tone.

"The Young Master is in close-door training, preparing for the open lecture and must not be disturbed. Nevertheless…"

"The Young Master has already made preparations for everyone. For the array masters and apprentices, you can visit the Array Formation Association Building."

"As for those asking if you can become Master Teachers, he also asked you to go to the Array Formation Association Building. All the necessary requirements have been listed there."

When the crowd heard this, they were stunned. They never expected the Young Master would have already made preparations for them.

"What should we do at the association building?" an old man asked.

"When you get there, you will know," Mao Yun replied before retreating inside.

Zhang Wei looked at the crowd and snorted before retreating and slamming the door shut.

"Humph! A mere guard dares to act arrogantly before us." The previously bold young man was furious and gnawed his teeth.

"Enough of that. Don't forget our father's instructions. Let's go to the association building." His sister said and left.

….

Fenglan Town

Fenglan Town was only a few miles from Dawn City. It was a bustling business hub for the nearby villages.

Inside the town, a group dressed in black robes with hoods over their heads walked along the nearly empty street without speaking.

They turned many twists and arrived at a secluded alley. Everywhere was quiet, except for the howling of the wind.

At the end of the alley stood a seemingly ordinary two-story building. The group entered and arrived at the backyard.

In the backyard, hundreds of young men and women were in chains. Their eyes filled with fear, and many had tears streaming down their faces.

However, the hooded group did not bat an eye as they began to set up an ancient formation.