Immortality Through Array Formations

"Here, play with this..."

Murong Caiyun, listening to these childish words, was somewhat caught between laughter and tears.

A Letter Token wasn't for playing with.

However, since Mo Hua insisted, she didn't refuse.

The items in these Storage Bags were meant for everyone to take what they needed.

An empty Letter Token was of no use to her.

"Alright then."

Murong Caiyun handed over the blank Letter Token, made of white jade and with its contents already erased, to Mo Hua.

"Thank you, Senior Sister!"

Mo Hua happily accepted it, treating it like a "treasure" and tucked it away.

Murong Caiyun smiled wistfully, shaking her head slightly.

The rest of the items were simply divided up among everyone.

Since they were merely leftovers "picked" by the Taoist Court, and were not valuable, Murong Caiyun would give them to whoever asked.

After the last bit of the spoils was divided, the group made their leisurely return to the sect.

The journey there had been rushed, but the return trip was significantly more relaxed.

Murong Caiyun had hired a carriage spacious and luxurious, filled with the aroma of rain mist incense, lined with mink blankets and with plush cushions, making for a comfortable ride.

Mo Hua, looking at the resplendent carriage, guessed that Senior Sister Murong must come from a wealthy family.

He looked ahead.

The horses pulling the carriage were four tall and majestic Spirit Horses.

These were Second Grade Spirit Horses, specially bred by cultivators for drawing carriages.

The four Spirit Horses were imposing.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think of "Big White."

When he used to travel with his Master along with Old Kui, Junior Brother and Junior Sister, they had traversed mountains and rivers, and the white horse pulling their carriage was "Big White."

The name Big White was given by Mo Hua himself.

He guessed it must have liked it.

Whenever he called it Big White, it would affectionately nuzzle against him.

As for Big White's original name, something with clouds, something Dragon Steed, was quite a mouthful, and Mo Hua hadn't really kept it in mind.

"I wonder how Big White's breed compares with these large horses, which one is a bit better?"

Mo Hua muttered to himself silently.

White clouds drifted by, horse hooves trotted leisurely.

Past events, like mountain scenes, passed by in flashes of light, fleeting before his eyes.

Walking along, Mo Hua suddenly felt a sense of loss and a sourness in his heart.

Those companions who had been with him for so long were suddenly no longer by his side.

And yet he had to, alone, keep moving forward.

He must, keep moving forward...

In Mo Hua's eyes, there was a glimmer of loneliness mixed with a hint of determination.

"Junior Brother..."

A soft and clear voice called Mo Hua back from his thoughts.

Murong Caiyun gently asked, "Are you troubled?"

"Not at all..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

Hua Qianqian suddenly covered her mouth, laughing and teasingly said:

"Could it be that you've got someone on your mind, thinking about some pretty Junior Sister, perhaps..."

Mo Hua's cheeks turned a faint red as he denied,

"It's not!"

The others looked at him, slightly startled.

Thinking back on the battle with Bald Eagle, where Mo Hua was skilled in concealment, proficient in Formation, trapping enemies with the Water Prison Technique, attacking the corpse with Fireball.

And at the critical moment, he dealt a covert, decisive blow with the Water Prison Technique, leading to the death of the cunning and vicious Bald Eagle. His actions...

Not only were meticulous and calm,

But also carried a childlike yet decisive ruthlessness.

Despite appearing kind and cute, there was also a sense of incongruity, with a fathomless Divine Sense that was elusive.

Thus, along the way, even though everyone acted normally, they all felt a bit wary at heart.

But now, talking about a "crush," "Junior Sisters," and such...

Mo Hua's pale cheeks had suddenly turned red, the blush subtly accentuating his fair lips and teeth, his eyes and brows as if painted.

There was also a hint of shyness and awkwardness.

He simply looked like an innocent and bashful Junior Brother.

Everyone's heart eased at the sight, and they couldn't help but smile.

Mo Hua saw everyone looking at him with a smile, his face growing redder as he argued,

"Really, it's not!"

"Okay, okay..."

"You don't believe me?"

"We believe, we believe..."

"Then why are you still laughing?"

...

The atmosphere inside the carriage became much more cheerful...

...

On the main road of Qian State.

The carriage continued non-stop, and despite feeling a bit slow, the four large horses trotted briskly, and the actual speed was not slow at all.

Around evening, the carriage entered the Qian Xue State Boundary.

Ouyang Feng, a Tai'a Sect disciple, and Hua Qianqian, a Hundred Flower Valley disciple, would need to disembark along the way.

"Senior Sister Murong, Junior Sister Qianqian, Junior Brother Shangguan, Junior Brother Mo..."

Ouyang Feng listed everyone's names one by one in a formal and polite manner before bowing and saying,

"I'll take my leave now, if there's a chance to meet on a mission in the future..."

Everyone bowed their goodbyes as well.

Ouyang Feng gave Mo Hua a final glance, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up,

"Junior Brother Mo, when you're free, come visit our Tai'a Sect. We can enjoy the scenic views and exchange insights on cultivation. I would be happy to play host..."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Feng!" Mo Hua was thrilled and nodded continuously,

"Definitely, definitely!"

Next was Hua Qianqian.

She was wearing a Brocade Hundred Flowers Robe, elegant in appearance. Though she seemed quiet and reticent, that was only because she wasn't acquainted.

Once familiar, she was surprisingly lively.

After bidding farewell to everyone, she specifically said to Mo Hua, "Junior Brother, you should also come and visit our Hundred Flower Valley when you have the time..."

Mo Hua paused, "Hundred Flower Valley... isn't that all female cultivators? Men aren't allowed in, right?"

Hua Qianqian smirked mischievously, "We'll find you a skirt of a female disciple to wear, apply some rouge, put on a little makeup, and dress you up as a 'little beauty.' Then naturally, you can enter."

Mo Hua was somewhat annoyed and firmly stated,

"I certainly will not!"