Chapter 119 - 119 Preparations_1

Chapter 119 Preparations_1

Mo Hua went to ask Mr. Zhuang about teaching Formation to others.

Mr. Zhuang didn’t mind, “Whatever I’ve taught you, you can teach to others, as long as you’re willing.”

Mo Hua was overjoyed, “Thank you, Gentleman!”

Mr. Zhuang was eating meat and drinking wine, his expression one of contentment. Suddenly, he asked with curiosity:

“Teaching others, you actually don’t get any benefits, do you? Aren’t you afraid of the trouble?”

“Instructor Yan once told his disciple that Formations are like water, they can only endure if passed down.”

Mr. Zhuang’s expression was slightly surprised.

Looking at Mr. Zhuang, Mo Hua continued, “Gentleman has passed on Formation arts to me, it’s a legacy. Although I am of limited ability and my understanding of Formations is shallow, within the scope of my abilities, I also wish to pass down these Formations. In this way, I won’t let down Gentleman’s guidance and can ensure the arts of Formation endure long into the future.”

“Endure long into the future...”

Mr. Zhuang’s slender fingers gently tapped on the armrest of the bamboo chair, “Enduring long into the future, what use is that?”

Mo Hua furrowed his brow slightly, thought for a moment, then slowly said:

“Formation arts are the manifestation of Heavenly Dao’s rules, studying Formation arts is comprehending Heavenly Dao, Drawing Formation is practicing Heavenly Dao, and teaching Formation is passing on Heavenly Dao. Cultivators seek the Dao for eternal life, and if the arts of Formation endure long, it signifies that Heavenly Dao’s flow is ceaseless...”

Mr. Zhuang’s eyes brightened, and he nodded, “Well said, Dao creates everything, Dao transforms everything.”

Mr. Zhuang then looked at Mo Hua, “No matter what happens in the future, don’t forget your initial resolve.”

“I will, Gentleman!”

After Mo Hua left, Mr. Zhuang lay back in the bamboo chair, raising his right hand to gaze at its palm.

Now his hand was empty, devoid of Spiritual Power, unable to Draw Formation, clutching at nothing, empty.

“Legacy, huh...”

Mr. Zhuang’s gaze was profound, tinted with a hint of bitterness.

Mr. Zhuang allowed Mo Hua to pass on the Formation arts, and Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhouer was still young, being able to learn some Formation arts from him, even just the simple ones, would allow him to make a living in the future.

Mo Hua continued with his preparations for entering Big Black Mountain.

He had already learned how to make traps and knew the tricks to setting them up.

In the following days, using the last of his Spiritual Ink, Mo Hua drew five Earth Fire Formations and some miscellaneous, potentially useful little Formations.

He also indirectly learnt from Mo Shan about the rules and taboos of the lower region of Big Black Mountain, as well as the basic process and methods that Monster Hunters used to hunt Monster Beasts.

With his preparations complete, Mo Hua sought out Da’hu and the others.

The trio had gradually shed their greenness, appearing more composed, though traces of youth still lingered in their eyes.

“Formations!”

Mo Hua said, “I’ll set up a Formation to lure the Monster Beasts in, to blast them into serious injury first, then you three finish them off.”

“But...” Da’hu was still worried about Mo Hua.

“I’ll just set the Formation right and then hide on the side. Once the Monster Beasts are injured by the explosion, you’ll take them down, and I’ll come out. It won’t be dangerous,” Mo Hua planned.

“But, can the Formation really injure Monster Beasts...?”

“Don’t worry about that; I’ll set up several. Even if the Monster Beasts don’t die, they’ll get seriously injured.”

This was originally what he prepared to deal with Qian Xing, but Qian Xing chickened out, and now it was just right to use against Monster Beasts.

The three of Da’hu exchanged glances; they trusted Mo Hua’s Formation skills but still had their doubts.

“Don’t you want Auntie Meng to have a better life?”

The three of Da’hu fell silent; of course, they did.

Auntie Meng had suffered a lot in order to raise the three of them. Sometimes, not wanting her children to see, she would hide away and wipe away her tears alone.

The three of Da’hu hung their heads, their eyes slightly reddening.

Mo Hua sighed and patted their shoulders, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything if I weren’t sure of it.”

Xiaohu hesitated, “Are you really sure?”

“Tomorrow, or the day after, we’ll first go into the outer mountains to find a weaker Monster Beast to test on. If it works, then that’s great; if not, we can still run away.”

“We might be able to run away, but can you...?”

Shuanghu looked at Mo Hua and said tactfully.

Mo Hua said somewhat proudly, “I’ve specifically learned a movement technique, don’t worry, the Monster Beasts won’t be able to hurt me.”

“What kind of movement technique?”

“The person who taught me didn’t allow me to tell.”

“Who taught you?”

“Just a passing-by, unknown, kind-hearted uncle,” Mo Hua answered mechanically.

Da’hu looked at Mo Hua suspiciously, “He isn’t a swindler, is he?”

“How could he be? This movement technique is quite powerful.”

The three of Da’hu looked at each other and finally compromised, “Alright, we’ll take you into the outer mountain, but just this once, okay? If there’s any accident, you must run.”

Mo Hua nodded quickly, “Rest assured, my life is my own, I won’t lose it.”

So two days later, just as the sky began to brighten, Mo Hua and the three of Da’hu met outside of Tongxian City.

They set off together, heading towards Big Black Mountain enveloped in Monster Qi.