Chapter 144 - 144 Threshold (Three Updates) _1

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 Threshold (Three Updates) _1

Mo Hua chatted with An Xiaopang for a bit longer before Zhang Lan found him and said he was leaving, asking if Mo Hua was ready to go.

After saying goodbye to An Xiaopang, who seemed quite reluctant to part, Mo Hua advised him to think more about what he wanted to do when he had time.

In the end, one can only rely on oneself.

An Xiaopang nodded solemnly.

Mo Hua and the others left the An Family, but Zhang Lan and Situ Fang did not return home. Instead, they followed Mo Hua to his food establishment, spent some spirit stones on a good amount of liquor and meat, insisting on taking it back home to eat.

This behavior was quite puzzling to Mo Hua.

Spend spirit stones to treat Mo Hua to a spiritual meal, not eat themselves, and then run off to Mo Hua’s place to spend more spirit stones on more food!

Mo Hua didn’t know what to say.

But since they had plenty of spirit stones, he let them be.

Zhang Lan didn’t like to eat spiritual meals, and Situ Fang had tried the beef that Mo Hua brought from the mountains before, so she had been craving it ever since.

Both bought a few pounds of monster meat and then said their farewells to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua remembered that he still had some spiritual meals from the Spiritual Meal Building in his storage bag.

Chicken, duck, fish, and plenty more.

Mo Hua taught his mother how to make the spiritual meals.

Liu Ruhua shared some with Auntie Meng, Aunt Jiang, and other neighbors. She kept some for herself and made it again in the evening to let Mo Hua have a taste.

Mo Hua tasted it and nodded, feeling that the flavor was right at last.

In the following days, Mo Hua practiced drawing formations as usual.

One early morning, as Mo Hua sat in meditation, he suddenly felt a tremor in his meridians.

Mo Hua immediately took out more spirit stones and calmly absorbed their energy to continue his cultivation.

After an unknown amount of time, his cultivation level broke through.

Mo Hua’s feelings were indescribably complex.

Trying so hard to break through might not yield success, yet when he focused on cultivating without distractions, he unexpectedly achieved a breakthrough.

Indeed, Tao cultivation was a matter of gradual accumulation and natural progression.

But he finally reached the Qi Refining Sixth Level!

Mo Hua was invigorated.

He felt his divine sense growing stronger, and the invisible shackles that had been restricting its growth seemed to have been unwittingly unlocked.

Mo Hua threw back his covers. All along the side of his bed were storage bags, and every storage bag contained jade bottles filled with monster blood!

Densely packed, there were more than a thousand bottles!

“The gap from the eighth to the ninth Formation Patterns seems only a small step, but the disparity is vast. Some Formation Masters linger at this threshold their whole lives, just one step away from advancing, yet that one step might never be taken.”

Mr. Zhuang was quite emotional.

Mo Hua felt a bit anxious. He wouldn’t also have to struggle with this threshold his entire life, would he?

Seeing through Mo Hua’s thoughts, Mr. Zhuang tapped his forehead and said, “How old are you to be in such a hurry? Just go home with peace of mind, and practice by drawing more; that’s all.”

As Mr. Zhuang said this, Mo Hua felt reassured.

All he had to do was to keep practicing the Formation diligently. Sometimes, the simplest method was the best.

Mo Hua nodded in agreement.

After Mo Hua took his leave, a light breeze stirred in the bamboo room, and Old Kui appeared behind Mr. Zhuang, asking curiously, “How long will this threshold take him?”

Mr. Zhuang replied, “At least three or four days, or at most half a month.”

Old Kui fell silent, but finally couldn’t help but say, “You call this a threshold?”

Ten days to half a month to overcome it, that’s hardly a threshold, not even a stumbling block...

Mr. Zhuang spoke indifferently, “The breakthrough in cultivation has unlocked the shackles on his Divine Sense, relaxing the limit on its growth. Right now, his Divine Sense is insufficient. After about ten days of practicing the Formation, once his Divine Sense has strengthened, those nine Formation Patterns won’t be difficult.”

Old Kui was speechless.

Mr. Zhuang raised an eyebrow, “To other cultivators, nine Formation Patterns indeed represent a threshold, but for this kid Mo Hua who has practiced too many Formations, this so-called threshold really isn’t anything significant.”

Old Kui said displeased, “So why did you say all that nonsense earlier?”

The look on Mr. Zhuang’s face turned playful, and he cracked a slight smile:

“I was just teasing him to keep him from becoming arrogant.”

After returning home, Mo Hua earnestly followed Mr. Zhuang’s advice, keeping his mind steady and heart at peace while he practiced the Formation.

After some practice, he indeed felt his Divine Sense grow stronger, and he could add a few more strokes to the Golden Armor Formation Patterns.

Inspired, Mo Hua’s spirits lifted, and he continued drawing.

And so, each day his Divine Sense became a bit stronger, and each day he added a bit more to the Formation Patterns.

After ten days, Mo Hua naturally completed the Golden Armor Formation; it felt as if the melon had ripened off the vine, everything coming to fruition effortlessly.

But Mo Hua furrowed his brow.

It didn’t seem as difficult as Mr. Zhuang had described.

Wasn’t there supposed to be a threshold between the eighth and ninth Formation Patterns? Where was the threshold?

Mo Hua reflected carefully but still could not recall anything that constituted a threshold.

“What’s going on?”

Mo Hua was perplexed, his frown deepening.

So much for the promised threshold...