Chapter 67 - Compilation

Chapter 67 Compilation

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Ever since he obtained the “Thousand Formation Collection”, Mo Hua had been burying himself in the volumes non-stop, noting down points of interest one by one whenever he encountered a formation he was interested in.

He would go to Mr. Zhuang’s library to look for relevant books and then jot down any questions he had.

It was quite difficult for a Loose Cultivator to obtain even a single Formation Diagram; when copying formations for Manager Mo, besides the basic ones like the Bright Fire Formation diagrams, the more complex diagrams all required an extra fee in Spirit Stones.

But now, with nearly a thousand Formation Diagrams in his possession, if Mo Hua were to master all these formations, becoming a first-rate Formation Master would be no question at all. Just the thought of it filled him with excitement.

Mo Hua learned formations day and night like a little mouse who had fallen into a rice bin, wishing he could stuff all of the rice into his belly.

During the day, he would study Formation Books, practice Drawing Formation, and consult with Mr. Zhuang about his questions. At night, he would continue to practice on the fragmented steles in his Sea of Consciousness.

Having learned “Tianyan Jue”, according to Mr. Zhuang, studying formations was about breadth rather than depth, so Mo Hua didn’t aim for deep comprehension. As long as he could draw the formations, that was good enough. There were some formations that he had just learned to draw and had even forgotten their names right after.

For several months, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was always cycling between being fully charged and utterly depleted before recovering and then depleting again.

Mo Hua’s cultivation hadn’t progressed an inch, but his Divine Sense had become much more profound. His theoretical knowledge of formations hadn’t increased, but his learning and engraving of formations had become more effortless. Patterns that had seemed abstruse and complex before now felt natural and familiar.

“What are you looking at?”

One day, as Mo Hua was reading, Bai Zisheng popped his head over and asked.

Mo Hua had been engrossed in studying formations for the past few days and hadn’t paid much attention to Bai Zisheng. Aunt Xue seemed to think Bai Zisheng was somewhat distracted, and her demands on him had become stricter, with a full schedule of cultivation activities, including formations, alchemy, and artifact refining.

Although Mr. Zhuang was considered the teacher of the Bai siblings, he always had a hands-off approach with them. It seemed that the siblings’ objective wasn’t so much to seek guidance in cultivation from Mr. Zhuang. To avoid irritating him, they only paid their regular respects and accepted teachings, seldom bothering him otherwise.

Therefore, the Bai siblings’ cultivation was still arranged by Aunt Xue, using the Bai Family’s orthodox method of training direct disciples.

This wasn’t too bad within the clan, as Bai Zisheng didn’t care to interact with his clan members, so when he studied and cultivated behind closed doors, he was able to calm his mind. However, when he was outside and encountered new and interesting things, along with having Mo Hua to talk to, he began to find such cultivation somewhat dry.

Mo Hua, eyes focused intently on his book, simply flipped the book’s cover up to let Bai Zisheng see it.

Bai Zisheng tilted his head and read aloud word by word, “Thousand… Formation… Collection…”

“What’s so interesting about this?”

Mo Hua asked, “Do you have one too?”

Bai Zisheng shook his head, “The Book Pavilion of the Bai Family has it. It compiles formations collected within the clan into volumes for clan disciples to study and refer to. Not only does it broaden one’s horizon in formations, but it also facilitates the

“Starting just now.”

Old Kui couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him, holding a piece of wood, carving something unknown. The carving knife moved across the wood, and the shavings fell silently.

Mr. Zhuang lay leisurely in the mountain chair, eyes gazing skyward toward the overhead wooden beams of the pavilion, lost in thought for a long moment before snapping back to reality.

“I need to find an excuse to sleep in,” Mr. Zhuang thought to himself.