Immortality Through Array Formations
/ Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 572
Chapter 572: Chapter 518 Farewell_3
Several days later, Instructor Yan set off on his journey.
He was going back to Tongxian City to find a scenic spot, where he would lay to rest the ancestors of the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect.
At the same time, the idea of rebuilding the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect and passing on the Formation skills was gradually taking root in his heart.
Mo Hua had given him many Formation Books and also shared some of her personal insights into Formations.
The Spiritual Pivot Formation diagrams were meticulously broken down by Mo Hua, from simple to complex, shallow to deep, with clear and detailed annotations.
They were both easy to learn from and to teach.
Instructor Yan took these diagrams with great seriousness, his hands trembling slightly as he accepted them.
Additionally, Mo Hua had given him some special products from South Yue City, as well as provisions for the road, and some Pills for avoiding danger such as Miasma Repelling Pill, Poison Repelling Pill, and Monster Repelling Pill.
Mo Hua had escorted Instructor Yan all the way to the outskirts of the city.
Along the way, she chattered non-stop, giving him advice:
“You should first get an assessment…”
“Things will be much easier for you after the assessment.”
“There are many insiders in Tongxian City, so the assessment should go smoothly, and the Taoist Court even offers a shuttle service…”
“Once the assessment is done, first try to establish your Foundation. It's okay to get some Spirit Stones on credit… You can look for Elder Yu… no, Elder Yu is rather poor, look for Old Master An; the An Family is rich, and their young master, An Xiaofu, is also acquainted with me…”
“Once you become a Foundation Building Cultivator with Divine Sense reaching the Twelve Patterns, you can start learning the Spiritual Pivot Formation.”
“Learn it bit by bit; don't rush, start with the simplest and progress step by step…”
Instructor Yan chuckled, feeling a mix of amusement and warmth.
He benefited greatly from Mo Hua's words.
As an Instructor, he was now going to learn Formation skills from his own disciple…
It was a thought that filled Instructor Yan with mixed emotions and a sense of contentment.
Having finished talking about Formations, Mo Hua started discussing other matters:
“When you get back, please send my regards to my parents…”
“Tell them I'm safe and sound, eating well, sleeping well, getting plump and well-taken care of, and that I'm learning Formations quite well. I haven't encountered any danger, so they don't need to worry…”
“And Elder Yu, Grandpa Feng, Master Chen, the Uncles and Uncles from the Monster Hunters…”
“And Da'hu, Dazhu, and the rest… Pass on my greetings to them too…”
Mo Hua listed a bunch of names in one breath.
“Alright, take it slow…” Instructor Yan's head was spinning, he sighed internally. The child had such an extensive network of acquaintances…
Unnoticed by them, they had reached the city gate.
A thousand miles of escort must end in farewell, and it was time for Mo Hua to part ways with Instructor Yan.
At the actual moment of parting, words failed them, and the atmosphere turned silent for a while.
Mo Hua's eyes flickered with reluctance.
Instructor Yan gazed at Mo Hua deeply, as if to imprint her image in his heart.
After a moment, he gave Mo Hua a pat on the shoulder and said with expectation,
“Study hard!”
“Uh-huh!” Mo Hua nodded.
Instructor Yan then waved his hand with a warm voice,
“Alright, go back, I'm off now.”
Shouldering his travel bag, he stepped onto the mountain path, leaving South Yue City. Occasionally, he would look back to see Mo Hua still standing at the city gate, and he would wave, signaling her to go back. After a few steps, he would turn and wave again…
The wilderness was vast and boundless.
Instructor Yan's figure grew more distant as he vanished into the rugged mountains.
Mo Hua watched solemnly toward the distant mountain range, bowing deeply…
Just like the day they had parted at the foot of the mountain in Tongxian City.
After bidding farewell to Mo Hua, leaving South Yue City and walking alone along the mountain road towards the northwest, Instructor Yan passed several peaks and came upon a range of connected mines.
In the mines, there was a vast mining shaft.
Mining Cultivators were working the mines, their noisy activity filled with a certain liveliness.
Despite the hardship, the faces of the Mining Cultivators in the mine no longer bore signs of suffering, repression, or pain.
Instead, there was now a look of hope.
The hope of living a better life through their own efforts.
This was starkly different from the scene he had encountered upon his arrival.
Instructor Yan thought again of what Mo Hua had said, “Sow good seeds, and you will reap good fruits.”
Could the mine also be considered a kind of good fruit?
If he had not sown good seeds back then, would the mine still be the same as before, with people living like zombies during the day, and zombies laboring like humans at night?
Perhaps then, he wouldn't be able to see the scene before him now…
Instructor Yan felt some relief.
“Yes, I haven't accomplished nothing after all…”
His abilities were indeed limited; he could not help many people.
He did not understand Taoist skills and could not kill the wicked.
His Formation abilities were mediocre; he did not know any profound Formations, nor could he construct large ones.
What he could do was pass on the knowledge of Formations.
To let those with a talent for Formations not waste their time.
To let those capable of benefiting others not be buried in obscurity.
As long as he could plant more good seeds, naturally, he would harvest even more good fruits…
With this thought, Instructor Yan's eyes suddenly cleared.
His lifespan was limited, but there were still many things he could do!
He looked back again, towards the direction of South Yue City.
The mountains blocked his view, and he could no longer see Mo Hua in front of the city gates.
But Mo Hua's figure was still imprinted in his mind.
This was the first and only cultivator in the Qi-refining Realm who had managed to learn the Minor Hidden Spirit Sect's Sect Protecting First Grade Twelve Patterns Spiritual Pivot Formation.
Who knows what achievements this child will reach in the future…
Instructor Yan's eyes were full of hope.
Several days later, inside South Yue City.
Instructor Yan had left, and Mo Hua was about to leave as well.
He had already said his goodbyes to Elder Su, Situ Fang, Qinglan, and Yang Jishan among others.
Elder Su was quite reluctant to see him go.
He really liked Mo Hua and had given him a pile of fine tea.
Mo Hua was puzzled, “You're giving me so much?”
“Yes,” Elder Su said wistfully, “Take it all. There's no pleasure in drinking it alone once you're gone; these fine teas will lose their taste.”
Mo Hua nodded, “Drinking less tea is good, too. You should spend more time focusing on your son.”
Elder Su's face reddened, “What son?”
Mo Hua silently looked at him.
Elder Su then chuckled awkwardly and sighed,
“The past cannot withstand recollection; it always comes to collect its debts.”
Yet in his gaze, there was still a hint of tenderness.
Situ Fang and Qinglan also gave Mo Hua some gifts and extended an invitation,
“Do visit the Situ Family when you have the chance; let me show you the hospitality of a host.”
Mo Hua replied, “Certainly.”
Yang Jishan felt a sense of regret.
What a great talent.
If only he could join the Taoist soldiers Court, how wonderful it would be!
The people of the Yang Family had a somewhat uniform way of thinking.
He expressed sentiments similar to those of Yang Jiyong,
“If you ever consider joining the Taoist soldiers Court, use the Yang Family's name. We've got your back!”
Mo Hua thanked him with a smile, “Thank you, Uncle Yang!”
With all preparations complete, Mo Hua, his Junior Brother and Sister, Old Kui, and Mr. Zhuang boarded the cart pulled by Big White, setting off on a new journey to the sound of steady hoofbeats.
The road was rough, but the ride inside the cart was stable.
Mo Hua asked, “Master, where are we going next?”
“Southward.”
“Southward?”
“Yes,” Mr. Zhuang nodded, “It's about time.”
He looked at Mo Hua with a distant gaze,
“It's time for you to establish your foundation…”
Chapter end
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