Chapter 347

Mo Hua was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zisheng hesitated and said, "What you drew… is it the array pivot?"

Mo Hua nodded. "Yes."

"What kind of array pivot?"

Bai Zisheng asked curiously, and Bai Zi Xi looked at Mo Hua with equal curiosity.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then teased, "You'll find out later."

Bai Zisheng grumbled in displeasure, "Stingy bastard…"

Then he remembered something else, his expression turning uneasy as he whispered, "Are you planning to relocate the city?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Bai Zisheng asked. "When a great demon appears, there's usually no other option but to relocate…"

After Xiao Jia finally completes its relocation, I must learn the array pivot of the small array!

"Is he asking what kind of array it is?"

And before we part, we may never again eat the meat and wine Mo Hua brings, or taste Aunt Liu's homemade pastries…

Mr. Zhuang must still be there—I can still hope to return and see him.

It seems An Physician was wrong—the smaller the family, the thinner the kinship.

"Your mother instructed you and Zhong Mingren to find Zhong Mingren, take Bai Zisheng as your master, and learn a basic array."

It can't be a dream…

Mo Hua hurriedly said, "You haven't finished speaking."

And returning to the Bai family meant returning not to a garden of blossoms, but to a dull, lifeless prison.

Mo Hua stared at Mo Hua Mo, like a cat narrowing its eyes, displeased:

The city relocation is still in preparation.

Mo Hua Mo was stunned. "Then he can know too?"

Mo Hua Mo sighed. "What kind of nonsense is he learning…"

Mo Hua went again to Zhong Mingren and asked several questions about the small array's pivot; after returning home, he resumed his day-and-night study of the small array.

Bai Zisheng nodded. "Once the relocation happens, Bai Zisheng will likely leave—look at his attitude, he's unwilling to take you and Zi Xi as disciples."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Heaven rewards diligence—finally, a month ago, Mo Hua's mind suddenly enlightened, and for the first time, he perfectly drew all seven lines of the Demon-Slaying Small Array's pivot within his soul's Dao Stele!

"But…"

"Mo Hua, you're being ridiculous—we can't even talk anymore."

Bai Zi Xi chimed in clearly:

Mo Hua's heart leapt, his eyes brightening.

Mo Hua Mo was dissatisfied.

We've trudged over mountains and rivers, braving wind and dew—forget about finding a master, we might not even find Bai Zisheng.

It's like a river-crosser who always sees the opposite shore, yet always drowns just beyond it.

Mo Hua tried again and again, succeeded again and again.

After speaking, he packed his things, tossed out, "I'm going to find Zhong Mingren," and vanished like the wind.

Such a small family—why must they solve their own problems by sending Zisheng and Zixi to become disciples?

But Mo Hua remained utterly focused—he forgot time, forgot everything, completely immersed in the array.

Previous matters—array compatibility, array medium construction—were learned while building them.

Zhong Mingren muttered, "This isn't certain…"

Yet there was still a great distance between him and being able to draw the pivot perfectly.

As he spoke, Mo Hua Mo suddenly lowered his head, his expression sinking.

"Mr. Zhuang won't be gone!"

…

Every time I silently complained, Zhong Mingren sensed my thoughts; over time, I learned when others spoke well of me.

No wonder Zisheng and Zhong Ming are so obsessed with becoming Bai Zisheng's disciples.

Mo Hua glanced at him and said coolly, "Don't you know?"

Mo Hua looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zi Xi, then asked:

Mo Hua couldn't help asking, "Isn't there another way?"

"This array can only be learned by bloodline disciples—registered disciples are not allowed."

Shouldn't he be slightly surprised?

Just saying "oh"—what kind of response is that?

I thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "It won't happen!"

You've said everything—how can you still tease?

Mo Hua Mo and Xiancheng both froze. "What won't happen?"

At that moment, Mo Hua was stunned.

"If Bai Zisheng leaves and refuses to take you as disciples, what will you do?"

In the days that followed, Mo Hua locked himself in his room, practicing the array over and over.

Mo Hua was startled, thought for a moment, then shook his head. "You have no connection to Mr. Zhuang—your family is humble, your talent is mediocre; Bai Zisheng won't even take you and Zi Xi—why would he take me?"

Mo Hua's spiritual awareness is still insufficient.

Mo Hua rested his chin on his hand and stared at Mo Hua, shaking his head.

"Can a ten-line minor array really consume that much spiritual awareness?"

Some were eaten by great yao, others became corpse slaves, or turned into ghosts… all human tragedies.

Mo Hua's expression turned solemn; he leaned in close.

Draw the array pivot, erase it, draw again, erase again…

Mo Hua felt some sympathy for them, yet also deep dissatisfaction with their mother and the Bai family before him.

The entire person was like a puppet wound up with a spring—unaware of fatigue, unaware of rest, mechanically and numbly repeating the same task.

Monotonous, repetitive, and dull.

Mo Hua was just about to restore his spiritual awareness, so he chatted with Mo Hua, finally getting a moment's rest.

Perhaps what's obsessed isn't them, but their mother—or perhaps, the Bai family behind them…

Thinking of this, all three grew solemn.

Mo Hua blinked. "How do you know I know?"

Mo Hua emerged from his numb, mechanical "puppet" state; joy, like rain, slowly soaked into his heart.

The more Mo Hua thought, the more dejected he became.

Mo Hua said bitterly:

"As long as it works, that's fine!"

"You really drew it?"

If Mo Hua's spiritual root weren't truly so poor, I'd believe Mo Hua wasn't even blood-related to Bai Zisheng…

To use our two children to soften Bai Zisheng's heart.

The days with Mr. Zhuang were the most dreary I've ever endured.

"Why?" Mo Hua was puzzled.

Mo Hua couldn't help feeling dejected.

He wanted to know what else Bai Zisheng knew—whether there were other ways to deal with great yao.

"Alright." After a moment, Mo Hua thought of another question and asked:

But it still wasn't enough…

Being able to draw the shattered minor array pivot alone meant he had the ability to draw a full array—he could officially begin constructing the powerful Seven-Line Demon-Slaying Array!

Zhong Mingren thought for a moment, then suddenly asked Mo Hua:

"If we relocate the town, won't all of this just vanish…?"

I refined my drawn pivot, stroke by stroke.

Yet Mo Hua remained disheartened.

Mo Hua and Xiancheng exchanged glances, both sighing slightly.

"Aren't you just saying nice things about me in your heart?"

Mo Hua reviewed the array pivot again.

So that's how it was…

"You just said yourself, 'I don't know'—you mustn't know. Then why did you and him become Zhong Mingren's disciples? What array are you really trying to learn?"

Mo Hua snorted. "I learned it from Bai Zisheng."

Mo Hua stood up directly. "You'll find out soon enough!"

If he's gone, I don't even have a place to miss…

The two bickered a little longer.

"How would I know…" Bai Zisheng merely shook his head. "I asked Xue Yi—she told me."

"You finally drew it!"

Zhong Mingren merely said "oh" at Mo Hua, somewhat displeased—he thought Mo Hua's reaction was too ordinary, after he'd told him such a "secret."

That's very hard—Bai Zisheng appears and disappears like a dragon, no one knows where he's gone.

Bai Zisheng treated Mo Hua far better than he treated them…

"But we absolutely must become your disciples!" Mo Hua said flatly.

Mastering the array pivot means mastering the core of the array.

Mo Hua blinked, then glanced at Mo Hua with disdain.

All the cultivators under Mr. Zhuang had left; the eatery was gone, the ordinary streets were gone, the brilliant fireworks were gone, the entertaining demon-fighting plays were gone…

His spiritual awareness, without him realizing, gradually grew stronger.

Mo Hua, for a moment, couldn't speak.

He felt no joy—only numbness, and a faint self-doubt.

Bai Zisheng's mountain dwelling was there, the big locust tree was there, the bamboo grove was there, the pond was there, the fish in the pond were there too…

The network of the pivot gradually became clear in his mind.

"If we relocate the town, will you two leave too?"

Build the array, kill Feng Xi, protect Mr. Zhuang's town!

If we go to seek Bai Zisheng as our master, it will be another arduous journey.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hua asked.

"The Bai family has a cultivator serving in the Tian Shu Pavilion—he's seen records of this kind. When great yao disasters occur, relocating the town is already the best option."

Mo Hua and Xiancheng exchanged glances, both puzzled, unsure what Mo Hua intended to do.

"I don't know—I'll probably keep searching for Bai Zisheng, until Zhong Mingren finally agrees to take us as disciples…"

Profound, obscure, simple, yet not a single one could be called clear—an intricate beauty.

"Besides, even if he knew, could he really say it?" Mo Hua added.

For Bai Zisheng's senior, how could his spiritual root possibly be that bad!

"Mo Hua, he said—would Bai Zisheng take him as a disciple?"

With this formation, the connection might actually be very small…

Mo Hua glanced at the little locust tree, then at Mr. Zhuang who was always there, and sighed:

Every time Mo Hua was nearly drained, then it would trace back, then be exhausted again, cycling like this over and over.

Zhong Mingren lowered his voice and whispered, "You don't know either…"

He lowered his voice again: "Originally this matter shouldn't be told to outsiders, but you and I are from the same sect… half of the same sect, I suppose, so I won't hide it from you…"

Zhong Mingren hesitated, couldn't help glancing at Ye Yuyan. Seeing she did not speak to stop him, and her expression was not displeased, he solemnly looked back at Mo Hua.

Perfectly fitted, perfectly ordered, the fine-brush strokes layered and interwoven, forming the grand main trunk of the formation's hub.

So Mo Hua definitely had a blood relation with Zhong Mingren.

In Ye Yuyan's bright eyes, there was also a deep loneliness.

Thank you to Mini Tu for the tip~