Chapter 625: Leeks

Old Mr. Xun, who knew nothing, had no idea at all what he had done right in front of Mo Hua...

And when he finished changing the permissions, a trace of inexplicable trepidation arose in his heart.

But this trepidation was very subtle and vanished in a flash.

Old Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment, feeling deeply puzzled inside:

"I didn't do anything, so why did I suddenly feel a bit uneasy..."

Changing a permission for a child like Mo Hua was hardly a violation of sect rules or ancestral teachings.

Besides, some of those sect rules and ancestral teachings were things he had set himself...

"Could it be there is some other reason?"

When Old Mr. Xun tried to think about it again, everything had vanished without a trace, as if what had passed was already gone.

What had been stolen had already been learned.

The cause had already forged the effect.

Mo Hua's fair, tender little face was full of surprise, his eyes twinkling like stars in the sky.

Simply accumulating the "Secondary Thunder Tattoo Library" wasn't enough; one had to deeply understand and truly master the application of secondary thunder tattoos.

When he had just modified Mo Hua's Grand Void Token, he had glanced at it inadvertently and discovered that, surprisingly, there were over a hundred merit points inside.

In these days, the number of criminal cultivators he had captured or slaughtered through his own hands could already form a queue at the Dao Court Bureau.

This was the true application of secondary thunder tattoos.

Old Mr. Xun instructed.

But now, the kind-hearted Old Mr. Xun had pointed out the direction for him.

First, one must master secondary thunder tattoos.

He turned his head to return the Grand Void Token to Mo Hua, but suddenly paused.

He didn't know how many formations he had drawn, how many times he had swept the steps, or how many times he had looked at the mountain gate...

This was just like hoarding a pile of "keys" and then trying one's luck at opening someone else's lock.

But it was still a bit crude after all.

"As for the affairs of other sects, an old man like me can't manage them..."

Just changing a permission, what could he possibly learn?

Old Mr. Xun frowned, feeling very perplexed.

His previous method was just a mix of guessing and intuition, picking secondary thunder tattoos to unlock and decrypt.

Although this "luck" was based on solid formation mastery and extremely complex divine sense usage involving mysterious derivation, fusion, and heavenly calculation.

Over a hundred merit points would take a long time to save up.

This child... what had he figured out again?

But I didn't teach him anything!

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Old sir, don't you worry!"

Then I won't worry about it!

The technical content of the formation was a bit low.

Mo Hua couldn't help but nod: "Yes, I saved them up so painstakingly!"

"Keep the Grand Void Token safe..."

"By the way..." Old Mr. Xun suddenly remembered something else and asked: "You seem to have saved up quite a lot of merit points?"

Old Mr. Xun frowned, pondered for a moment, confirmed it repeatedly in his heart, and silently let out a sigh of relief.

On the road to the Yellow Springs, they could also form a small squad.

The Grand Void Token had been modified, and what shouldn't have been stolen had been learned; Mo Hua bid farewell and prepared to leave.

Old Mr. Xun was muttering to himself.

Old Mr. Xun nodded slightly and praised:

"Not bad, keep working hard!"

In his mind, he replayed the process of Old Mr. Xun modifying the Grand Void Token over and over, summarizing the key points himself:

Although Mo Hua had previously derived and recorded secondary thunder tattoos, he had saved up quite a few, but inevitably he had been a bit muddled, not knowing the principles and fundamental uses of these secondary thunder tattoos.

This should... have nothing to do with the Grand Void Gate...

Mo Hua bid farewell to Old Mr. Xun and returned to the disciples' quarters, where he couldn't wait to start pondering the matter of "tampering"... no, "modifying" permissions.

"This child... what exactly is he so happy about?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly: "Mm-hmm." Then he took the Grand Void Token and put it away with a smile.

Therefore, he had earned over a thousand merit points!

He had bought six sets of second-grade sixteen-tattoo formations and hadn't even spent it all!

Mo Hua looked quite impressive.

Old Mr. Xun was stunned for a moment.

Introductory merit tasks were usually only worth a few points.

Old Mr. Xun felt at ease and stopped worrying about it.

Modifying permissions!

Yet now, Old Mr. Xun had demonstrated a brand-new technique.

It was to control secondary thunder tattoos to inversely influence indeterminate magnetic tattoos, change fixed magnetic tattoos, and thereby reconstruct the underlying formation to tamper with core permissions.

It was like melting keys into "gold water" to modify the formation serving as the "door lock" as one pleased.

This behavior wasn't like "picking a lock," but rather "changing a lock."

Changing someone else's lock into the shape one wanted according to one's own will.

After "picking a lock," the underlying formation tattoos remained unchanged, and one was still entering someone else's "home."

But after changing the lock, the underlying formation tattoos were replaced, and permissions were changed.

Whose "home" this was, composed of meta-magnetic formations, was hard to say.

Who could enter and who couldn't was entirely up to oneself to decide...

And the core of all this was that connection between magnetic tattoos which, though weak and obscure, was more essential—secondary thunder flow, which was the "secondary thunder tattoo."

Second was the magnetic tattoo configuration.

Using secondary thunder tattoos to change magnetic tattoos required learning various meta-magnetic formations and mastering the fitting methods of multiple fixed and indeterminate magnetic tattoos.

This way, in the future, when he could use secondary thunder tattoos to change meta-magnetic formations, he would know how to change them, what they would look like, and what effects they would have...

Third was the meta-magnetic formation pivot.

However, Mo Hua didn't quite understand the issue of the meta-magnetic formation pivot yet.

The meta-magnetic formations he had learned didn't involve pivots yet, and he didn't quite understand how to apply them.

But based on the fragmented guidance Old Mr. Xun had given earlier, Mo Hua speculated that all large-scale meta-magnetic formations had every meta-magnetic terminal controlled layer by layer through formation pivots.

The core of permissions also relied on the formation pivot.

The unsealing and decryption of inheritance jade slips were all single meta-magnetic formations and didn't involve pivot authority control.

But more complex formations like transmission tokens and Grand Void Tokens were different.

However, these formations were matters for seventeen tattoos and above.

Mo Hua could only wait until his divine sense was strong enough in the future to learn relevant formations and then slowly comprehend them...

Mo Hua summarized and categorized things in his heart.

From secondary thunder tattoos to dual-rule magnetic tattoos, and then to thunder-magnetic layered formation pivots.

This was the process of understanding and applying thunder-magnetic formations that Old Mr. Xun had "painstakingly" demonstrated to him personally, starting with secondary thunder tattoos, with clear layers, rigorous structure, and step-by-step progression.

Mo Hua silently thanked Old Mr. Xun and then made a plan for his study of meta-magnetic formations:

The next thing to do was to learn more meta-magnetic formations, accumulate more secondary thunder tattoos, and then make a preliminary attempt to use secondary thunder tattoos to tamper with magnetic tattoos.

Once his divine sense was stronger, he would learn more advanced meta-magnetic formations of seventeen tattoos and above.

Then he would learn meta-magnetic complex formations containing pivot structures.

Once the magnetic tattoos were mastered by heart, the formation pivot was understood, and the application of secondary thunder tattoos was as easy as moving one's arm...

Finally, step by step, he would comprehend and control the thunder-magnetic grand formation truly applied within the sect's merit system!

Becoming a "shadow" that stole secrets amidst meta-magnetic secret tattoos and secondary thunder flow, the "master" who commanded thunder and magnetism.

Once he could crack the grand formation, his "authority" would reign supreme over the pivot level of all grand formations.

The secrets of all sects in the Ganxue Prefecture would be within his grasp.

Mo Hua dreamed about it happily in his heart.

But for now, he could only think about it.

He had only just reached Foundation Establishment and had just learned the sixteen-tattoo Beacon Meta-Magnetic Formation; he was still very far from this goal...

One must eat one mouthful at a time, and formations must be learned one by one.

The enhancement of divine sense was not something that could be achieved overnight.

Mo Hua calmed his heart and, as always, delved into formations, deriving and recording "secondary thunder tattoos."

But with a framework in his heart, learning was no longer as ignorant as before, and his perception of secondary thunder tattoos was deeper.

The secondary thunder tattoos seemed to come alive, having a subtle resonance with Mo Hua...

Mo Hua felt as if he could perceive the obscure Great Dao laws within these complex secondary thunder tattoos and the accompanying weak magnetic flows.

They seemed to be slowly fitting with his divine sense...

Profound and mysterious.

It was just that, hindered by the strength of his divine sense, this process was relatively slow.

Mo Hua deeply felt that his divine sense was still not strong enough...

Many things he wanted to learn, he simply had no way to learn yet.

Sixteen-tattoo divine sense.

Although compared to peers of the same generation and realm, his divine sense was already far ahead.

But when truly involving profound divine sense derivation and high-end formation comprehension, sixteen-tattoo divine sense, even if it had undergone a qualitative change, still appeared stretched.

His current divine sense was not enough to support him in researching higher-level formation knowledge.

But the growth of divine sense was like a trickling stream gathering into a river, bit by bit, and could not be rushed.

Mo Hua sighed.

Without "extra meals," he could only patiently study formations and slowly temper his divine sense...

About half a month later, at the hour of Zi (midnight).

Mo Hua was lying on the table, having finished the day's homework and learned several Bagua formations, and was just preparing to enter his sea of consciousness to simulate meta-magnetic formations and derive secondary thunder tattoos, when his expression suddenly froze.

He sensed some unusual movement next door.

It was a subtle, cold, and evil feeling.

As if some monstrous karma was secretly breeding, and hideous evil spirits were drooling, hanging upside down from the roof...

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

Leeks!

They had grown!

He stood up immediately, and just as he stepped out the door, he bumped into Brother Wenren Wei.

Brother Wenren Wei was tall and sturdy, standing at his door with a solemn expression and a bit of hesitation, seemingly debating whether to disturb Mo Hua.

Seeing Mo Hua come out, he was a bit surprised, then bowed and said:

"Little Young Master Mo, Young Master Yu seems to be having nightmares again..."

Mo Hua nodded and emphasized again:

"I don't come from a noble family, you don't need to call me Young Master."

Brother Wenren Wei nodded: "Yes."

But his face was solemn, clearly showing the attitude of "I promise, but etiquette is etiquette, and I won't change how I address you."

Mo Hua felt helpless and could only go to see Yu'er first.

Yu'er's room was furnished comfortably and warmly, separated in the middle by a screen, with Brother Wenren Wei living outside.

Yu'er lived inside, the bed was clean and soft, with a fluffy blanket, surrounded by landscape screens, and an incense burner for calming the spirit was burning.

The surrounding scene looked elegant and tranquil to the naked eye.

But Yu'er on the bed was frowning, his little hands and feet struggling wildly, as if he were in terror.

Brother Wenren Wei looked worried, only vaguely feeling something was wrong, but he had no idea what was happening.

Mo Hua looked up, his pupils instantly deepening, and he saw karmic textures emerging in the void, thick black water seeping from the roof, and arms and claws of demons, like "leeks," "growing" out from the gaps in the void...

Mo Hua couldn't help but lick his lips, then said to Brother Wenren Wei:

"Uncle Wei, you go rest outside for a while, I'll watch here."

Brother Wenren Wei was slightly stunned and worriedly said:

"Little Young Master Mo, this..."

"It's fine."

Mo Hua smiled, then picked up a meditation cushion and sat down beside Yu'er, blocking the space between Yu'er and the demons, looking relaxed and composed, even a bit...

Expectant?

Just like waiting for the "dishes to be served" at a banquet...

Brother Wenren Wei frowned, hesitated for a moment, and bowed:

"Then I will trouble Little Young Master Mo."

Afterward, Brother Wenren Wei went outside, his gaze steady, vigilant of the surroundings, while also keeping a sliver of divine sense on Mo Hua.

His heart felt somewhat uneasy.

Young Master Yu's matter was very strange; he had only heard of it but had never truly seen it.

And today he saw with his own eyes that Young Master Yu was having nightmares, as if possessed by demons.

Yet, as far as his eyes could see and his divine sense could scan, he still couldn't detect anything.

It was as if it were a karmic spiral, a matter of both the void and reality.

With his cultivation realm, he couldn't see a single clue...

But he knew that this little young master surnamed Mo had indeed "seen" something just now.

What kind of thing was so strange and evil...

A cultivator at the peak of late Foundation Establishment like himself couldn't see it, yet a little cultivator at the Qi Refining stage could...

Brother Wenren Wei's gaze was solemn, his heart filled with confusion.

Just then, the atmosphere in the room changed abruptly.

Brother Wenren Wei vaguely felt that something was very angry, filled with monstrous malice, stirring up gusts of evil wind.

Then, a moment of trance.

The little young master surnamed Mo turned pale, his face gloomy, and he slowly closed his eyes.

It was as if he were using his body as a shield to block some "evil aura" for Young Master Yu.

Brother Wenren Wei's heart trembled, and the look he gave Mo Hua held a trace of respect.

For a child so young to have such a chivalrous spirit of "self-sacrifice for others" was truly rare...

And in the sea of consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes.

What met his eyes was the same as always.

Black water permeated, deformed demons, ugly grins, absurd and evil, like purgatory.

The demons and ghosts saw Mo Hua's divine sense incarnation, so "young" and so "innocent," and revealed greedy expressions one after another.

In their eyes, Mo Hua was just an "appetizer."

But soon, Mo Hua made them understand.

Who exactly was the "appetizer."

Mo Hua smiled coldly, his fingers swiping like a ruthless judge, his iron pen waving, sentencing these demons and little ghosts to death.

A magnificent formation appeared.

On the ground, bright red formation tattoos crisscrossed, and magma flowed.

The surrounding mountain rocks became jagged, turning into a cage.

The formation turned into raging flames, trapping, burning, killing, and refining these demons and ghosts alive.

Afterward, Mo Hua opened his little mouth and swallowed these demons whole.

After swallowing them, Mo Hua smacked his lips, still unsatisfied, and then searched around for a long time, looking disappointed.

He saw the black water spreading and the demonic aura being thick, thinking that inside, there would still be some horned enforcer hiding.

So he could have some golden divine sense "bone marrow" to drink.

Unfortunately, there wasn't any.

Only low-level demons used for filling his stomach.

"I wonder when the Horned Enforcer will come..."

Mo Hua shook his head, exited the sea of consciousness, and opened his eyes; the gloom on his face had been swept away, the paleness faded, and it became rosy.

And that pair of eyes was even more spirited, his divine sense full.

Brother Wenren Wei, who had been keeping an eye on him, was stunned, feeling slightly horrified.

"What exactly... happened?"

He had been watching Mo Hua; in his eyes, this Little Young Master Mo had originally been pale, with a gloomy aura on his forehead, but not long after, it was like snow melting in hot water, all dissipated.

Brother Wenren Wei was somewhat lost in thought.

Could it be... this little young master was truly a body immune to all evil, a person of great fortune?

As the eldest young lady said, was he the person of good fortune for Young Master Yu?

Mo Hua looked at Yu'er, saw that he was no longer afraid and was sleeping sweetly, so he tucked the blanket in for him, stood up to leave, walked to Brother Wenren Wei, and said:

"Uncle Wei, it should be fine now, I'll head back first."

In Brother Wenren Wei's gaze, surprise was hard to hide, and he bowed solemnly:

"Little Young Master Mo, thank you for your trouble."

After Mo Hua left, Brother Wenren Wei suddenly called out to him, and after a moment of silence, said:

"Little Young Master Mo, if you have any orders, feel free to command me."

Mo Hua was a bit surprised, but he didn't refuse Brother Wenren Wei's kindness, smiling and saying:

"Thank you, Uncle Wei."

Back in his room, Mo Hua continued to meditate.

Because he had eaten too much, he needed to "digest."

So he meditated to guard his heart, discarding evil thoughts, and those wisps of demonic divine sense were absorbed bit by bit and thoroughly refined.

Mo Hua's divine sense also had a significant enhancement.

It was roughly equivalent to a month of formation tempering...

Although he was still far from seventeen tattoos, this divine sense obtained as an "unexpected joy" was also quite substantial...

"If only there were 'food' every day..."

Mo Hua couldn't help but think.

Then he shook his head again, feeling he was a bit greedy.

Eating once in a while was fine, how could he eat every day.

Demons weren't really "leeks."

Even if they were "leeks," they couldn't grow a crop every day, growing so fast.

Mo Hua continued to meditate, calming his heart and focusing his mind, but as he thought, the scene when the demons appeared floated back into his mind.

Void textures, karmic chains, thick black water...

Mo Hua frowned and muttered: "I wonder who these demons are ordered by, and how they are sent to Yu'er's side through karmic chains..."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

If he knew the method to control demons, could he find a way...

To control them remotely and have them "deliver" more?

"Or even stop these demons from going to Yu'er again."

"Yu'er is just a child, being frightened every day and unable to sleep is quite pitiful."

"Just let them come to me directly..."

"I don't need to sleep, I can play with them all the time..."

The abacus in Mo Hua's heart was clattering loudly.

He silently noted this matter, thinking that when he had time in the future, he must figure out the karmic method within it, and then find a way to change the "address."

Demons and ghosts were very dangerous; he couldn't always let the neighbor receive them on his behalf.

Delivering directly to his door, one step at a time, and putting them in his own home—how convenient that would be...

Mo Hua nodded, feeling his request was very reasonable.

And a moment earlier, in the forbidden area behind the Grand Void Gate.

In the sword graveyard, stern and desolate across the mountains.

An old man, withered and thin, with a long beard hanging to the ground, opened his eyes.

Like the beginning of chaos, the Grand Void flowing, a sharp sword light burst from the old man's eyes, containing supreme momentum.

"What evil spirit dares to appear in Grand Void?"

He pinched his fingers, wanting to trace the source through heavenly calculation, follow the effect to push back to the cause, and slay the evil spirit with a sword.

But as soon as he derived, he frowned.

"Gone..."

"Disappeared..."

"Was it... 'eaten' by something?"

The old man was somewhat stunned.

"Since when did our Grand Void Gate raise a 'divine beast' that eats evil spirits?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 626 =====