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Chapter 334 - 332: A Sudden Change_1
Chapter 334: Chapter 332: A Sudden Change_1
Outside a gloomy and profound second-grade monster beast’s lair, Mo Hua sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, pushing his Divine Sense to its limits, sensing the traces of Spiritual Power inside the lair.
An hour later, Mo Hua opened his eyes and shook his head, “Nothing.”
A few Foundation Building Cultivators then surrounded Mo Hua, and according to the map’s indications, they moved towards the next monster beast lair.
After
“Mm.” Mo Hua nodded, his gaze drifting to Elder Yu’s arm. With concern, he asked, “Elder, your injury… are you alright?”
Previously, Elder Yu had tried to ambush the Patriarch of the Qian Family and sustained an injury from the Patriarch, resulting in the loss of an arm. Though he had been treated by Old Mr. Feng, the injury had left its mark, hindering his movements.
It wasn’t just Elder Yu; many had suffered various injuries during their attempt to surround and kill the Patriarch of the Qian Family.
The current strength of the Patriarch of the Qian Family was unknown, and a confrontation was likely to result in more peril than fortune.
Elder Yu laughed freely and said, “For all the years I’ve opposed the Qian Family, I never dreamed that I would drive the Patriarch to this point. If I can slaughter the Patriarch of the Qian Family, then even if both arms were broken, even at the cost of this old life, it would be worth it.”
The worry in Mo Hua’s eyes deepened.
Elder Yu gently patted his shoulder and sighed, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
Mo Hua nodded, watching anxiously as everyone headed deep into the lair, disappearing into the darkness.
Despite knowing the dangers ahead, they all went without looking back.
“Hopefully, nothing goes wrong…”
Mo Hua concealed his form and quietly hid to one side, sighing softly to himself in his heart.
Meanwhile, in the Forgetful Residence at South Mountain.
Mr. Zhuang was not, as usual, reclining leisurely in a bamboo chair but was seated with a dignified and scholarly bearing at a table, sorting through some books and Jade Slips.
“Are these for Mo Hua?”
Old Kui materialized silently at some point, his voice sounding flat.
“Mm.” Mr. Zhuang did not look up, still focused on a codex in his hands. “I’m compiling some thoughts on Formation Patterns for him. After I leave, he will have to study Formations on his own…”
Mr. Zhuang spoke evenly, yet for some reason, his voice carried a tinge of melancholy.
“You’ve never put this much effort into your direct disciples,” noted Old Kui blandly.
At those words, Mr. Zhuang slightly paused, memories of the past surfacing as a bitter smile emerged at the corner of his mouth:
“I’ve never been a qualified master…”
Mr. Zhuang then mocked himself, saying,
“Not only do I not deserve to be a teacher, but I don’t even deserve to be a disciple; otherwise, I wouldn’t have…”
Mr. Zhuang did not finish, but his expression grew even more desolate.
Old Kui remained silent.
“Enough of that; old affairs are clouds passing by. Everything is lost to the past now, and dwelling on it is pointless.”
Mr. Zhuang packed the codices and Jade Slips into a Storage Bag, then stretched out leisurely and lay down.
“What about those two children from the Bai Family?” inquired Old Kui.
After a moment of contemplation, Mr. Zhuang sighed and said,
“Those two… they are indeed good kids.”
He found himself unexpectedly adding, “I wouldn’t have imagined my selfish junior sister could raise such children.”
“Are you really not going to take them as your disciples?” Old Kui asked.
“No!” Mr. Zhuang shook his head decisively, his tone firm:
“With not much time left to live, I naturally wish for some peace before I go, to avoid getting entangled in karma and reducing my worries.”
“They might not give up.”
“And what if they don’t?” Mr. Zhuang said expressionlessly, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard, over the mountains, and towards the distant horizon, adding dispassionately,
“The world is vast; it won’t be that easy to meet again. Not all times bring such fate…”
Nor is there always a place with a younger disciple named “Mo Hua,” Mr. Zhuang silently added to himself.
Seeing Mr. Zhuang’s resolve, Old Kui said no more.
With nothing further to say, Mr. Zhuang slowly closed his eyes, wishing to rest a bit longer.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed; he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, staring for a long time.
“What is it?” Old Kui asked.
Mr. Zhuang’s frown deepened, his voice taking on a grave tone,
“Why is the aura of the Great Dao so turbid?”
Taken aback by his words, Old Kui turned to look at the horizon, his expression becoming one of shock.
“This is…”
Mr. Zhuang stood up slowly, his fingers forming gestures as he Calculated, his face displaying an expression of disbelief.
“A change in the Heavenly Dao?”
His heart fluttered in his chest as he Calculated again, his face growing more incredulous.
“How could it be…” Mr. Zhuang murmured in disbelief, “How could a small Immortal City in a corner of the Nine State provoke a change in the Heavenly Dao?”