Chapter 565: Farewell

One Origin, One Trick?

True Person Situ still thought he was mistaken, couldn't help but blink his eyes. When he looked again, Mo Hua's expression was as usual, still behaving cutely, with a hint of confusion and no other unusualness.

"This... what exactly is going on?"

True Person Situ was puzzled, murmuring to himself.

On the other side, Bai Qiancheng was also somewhat incredulous.

The Dao Heart Seed Demon was gone...

Did Senior Brother show mercy?

This was impossible...

Bai Qiancheng couldn't help but ask, "Mo Hua... you're okay?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Shishu, I'm fine."

The crowd exchanged glances, then True Person Yuhua cautiously asked, "Little Brother, did you see a tricky Daoist earlier?"

"Yes," Mo Hua said truthfully.

The crowd's hearts suddenly tensed. Afterwards, someone asked again, "That Daoist... where is he?"

"He left," Mo Hua said.

The crowd was stunned, "Left?"

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "Master taught me meditation techniques. When evil thoughts enter the body, quiet the heart and meditate, it can restrain the heart and suppress evil thoughts..."

"I meditated for a while, Shi..."

Mo Hua almost said "Shibo", but he held back and changed his words, "...That Daoist... saw that my Dao Heart was firm and flawless, so he left..."

The group of Yuhua cultivators listened as if it were a heavenly book.

The Dao Heart Seed Demon... is it like this?

But looking at this little cultivator, his gaze was clear, his thoughts were lucid, obviously free from the control of demonic thoughts.

"Meditation techniques, huh..."

The Yuhua True Persons were curious. Perhaps this was also Mister Zhuang's method?

They wanted to ask, but it wasn't easy to ask about this matter.

True Person Situ still frowned.

Bai Qiancheng was even more confused.

Others might not know, but she was from the same school as Mister Zhuang. How could she not know what meditation techniques were used for?

Meditation techniques were used to quiet the heart, cultivate the heart, and eliminate distracting thoughts.

They could also restore divine sense.

But to say they could restrain the heart and ward off the Dao Heart Seed Demon was obviously nonsense...

Bai Qiancheng glanced at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's small face was serious, looking proper. In his "honest" gaze, there was still a hint of ignorance. He didn't look like he was lying at all.

This made Bai Qiancheng couldn't help but doubt herself.

Could it be that she hadn't learned well, or that she hadn't learned correctly?

Did meditation techniques have deeper knowledge?

Bai Qiancheng was a little puzzled.

But no matter what, Mo Hua was safe and sound, which was a good thing.

The crowd also breathed a sigh of relief.

Unless forced, they didn't want to attack a little cultivator who was only a little over ten years old.

Moreover, this little cultivator's identity was a bit special.

However, they were still a little uneasy, fearing that Mo Hua's demonic thoughts hadn't been eliminated, that the demonic seed was latent, and that he would suddenly be eroded by his divine sense and go mad. So, they could only lock him in a room and observe him for a period of time first.

After several days, Mo Hua was completely normal, and there was no hint of demonic qi.

The crowd then felt as if a burden had been lifted, and they released Mo Hua.

Only True Person Situ would occasionally look at Mo Hua with a pensive look in his eyes, with a hint of worry.

He could never forget the trance he was in that day when he saw Mo Hua's eyes.

In his eyes, that half-clear, half-tricky, and perfectly natural look was truly somewhat inconceivable.

Clear was still okay...

But this hint of trickiness... the more he looked, the more it resembled the tricky Daoist...

He was always afraid that one day Mo Hua's divine sense would change, his pupils would turn black, and he would become a small version of the "tricky Daoist"...

Fortunately, afterwards, Mo Hua's expression was as usual, with no unusualness.

True Person Situ then relaxed.

And with this, the matter of the tricky Daoist also came to an end.

The Xuan Tian Great Array was already resolved, Mo Hua's bottleneck in the Heavenly Origin Art had been broken, and he could consider formally building his foundation.

However, before building his foundation, he still needed to spend some time preparing.

Nourishing his meridians and qi sea, buying some pills for backup, preparing spirit stones, and especially important, completely refining the residual tricky thoughts, making his mind and body one, flawless, otherwise, he wouldn't be at ease.

But other cultivators had to leave first.

The Yuhua cultivators, the various families and sects of the Dao Court, and Bai Qiancheng.

To Mo Hua, building his foundation was a big matter.

But to other cultivators, especially these Yuhua True Persons, it was an insignificant small matter.

The predetermined itinerary would not change.

No one cared whether Mo Hua, a small Qi Refining cultivator, built his foundation or not...

After several days, the Yuhua True Persons left one after another.

Three days later, Mister Zhuang was also to be sent to the Bai family.

Mo Hua then temporarily put aside the matter of building his foundation.

He was afraid that he wouldn't see Master again in the future, so these days, he stayed by Mister Zhuang's side every day.

His Master, who was once as gentle as the spring breeze and rain, now lay there cold.

Mo Hua felt very uncomfortable.

He wished Master could open his eyes, look at him again, and speak to him, but unfortunately, it was all an illusion.

Sometimes, when Mo Hua was tired, he would lie down beside him and sleep.

The long, bright lamp was dim, and the warm light covered his body, as if someone was comforting him, but unfortunately, Mo Hua was unaware.

This day, while Mo Hua was sleeping, in a daze, he heard someone speaking.

It was True Person Situ and Shishu.

Perhaps they thought Mo Hua was asleep, so they didn't avoid him.

"...Can he be saved?"

"It's difficult..."

This old voice, Mo Hua knew it was True Person Situ the moment he heard it.

"...Besides the cutting off of heavenly secrets, his physical body itself is also... alas, his qi sea is shattered, his sea of knowledge is dried up, his Dao bones have also been taken away, and his heart blood has also been burned by sword qi, there's no way to replenish it..."

"Even if there were some heavenly materials and earthly treasures that go against the heavens to supplement this physical body in the future, it would only be the first step..."

"The divine sense is the most troublesome..."

"This involves heavenly secrets, and cause and effect..."

Bai Qiancheng's face was pale, "Is there really no chance..."

True Person Situ shook his head, "This kind of matter is like becoming an immortal..."

"Does becoming an immortal have a chance? Of course, it does, but in these vast Nine Provinces, among the multitude of beings, for tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to become an immortal..."

"There's a chance, but it's too remote. This kind of chance is almost like not having it..."

Bai Qiancheng sighed.

True Person Situ hesitated for a moment and advised, "Let me say something, True Person Bai, you... might not like to hear it..."

Bai Qiancheng was startled, "Senior, please speak..."

True Person Situ said deliberately, "Now, Mister Zhuang has just 'died'..."

True Person Situ paused here, feeling a little inappropriate.

Saying "died" wasn't quite right, as he still had a trace of life, but saying "not dead" was also almost like being dead...

"Mister Zhuang's life is in danger..."

True Person Situ changed his words and continued, "You have lost your Senior Brother, and your heart is sad, but this sadness is only temporary."

"You want to save Mister Zhuang, but this intention, in reality... is also just temporary... as time goes by, your thoughts will also fade..."

True Person Situ sighed deeply, like someone who had experienced it:

"Cultivators have long lifespans. This fleeting time is enough to erase all regrets and pain. People live and live, just numb, just nothing, unable to let go..."

"So..." True Person Situ sighed, "True Person Bai, you should still cultivate yourself, care about your own matters. For others, you don't need to force it..."

Bai Qiancheng was silent for a moment.

She knew that True Person Situ was right.

In her life, she had also experienced regret and pain, feeling life was not worth living, but as long as she endured for a while, and stepped over that threshold...

Time would pass, and the sadness and setbacks of the past would be forgotten, like a healed scar, although ugly, it no longer hurt.

Just like Senior Brother...

Her heart ached now, but in time, perhaps she would also become numb and forget...

Bai Qiancheng pursed her lips, "What if I must save him?"

True Person Situ frowned and said, "That might be difficult..."

"Mister Zhuang's cause and effect are too great, he has too many enemies, and the interests are entangled..."

"In this world, how many people want Mister Zhuang to die? Whether it's the Dao Court or the Demon Sect, probably no one wants to save him."

"If you save him, you will inevitably face great obstruction."

"Resurrecting from 'death'... is very difficult. Besides a large amount of spirit stones and spiritual objects, it requires unremitting persistence, holding on, all the way, torment, pain, accompanied by uninterrupted hope and despair. It's very hard to persist..."

"It requires an extremely tough Dao Heart, one that cannot change its original intention, to persist..."

"And... this is still not enough."

"The physical body is alive, but the heavenly secrets are completely dead, so he still cannot live."

"There must be a heavenly secret array that contains the great Dao of life and death. Only then is it possible to compensate for Mister Zhuang's completely dead heavenly secrets and exchange for a trace of life..."

"Steal yin and yang, seize creation, reverse life and death..."

"This kind of array is extremely profound, extremely powerful, and extremely ancient. Most are buried in ancient Daoist sites or forbidden lands where cultivators have been extinguished. Where would you go to find an array diagram?"

"Even if you have an array diagram, who can learn it?"

"No one can learn it..."

"Even if someone learns it, who would have the ability to truly build it?"

True Person Situ frowned tightly and sincerely sighed:

"The world often says that arrays are vast and profound, but only we, who have truly researched arrays deeply, know how vast and profound arrays truly are!"

"There are mountains outside mountains, and skies outside skies."

"But outside the sky, there are still skies that cannot be touched..."

"Some arrays in this world are so profound and obscure that they are fundamentally not for 'people' to learn..."

True Person Situ's old face even showed a hint of despair.

Bai Qiancheng's expression was also alarmed, but she was silent for a moment, then still gritted her teeth and stubbornly said:

"I won't give up!"

True Person Situ sighed and nodded.

Whether she was truly unwilling to give up or not, he had said everything he should, so he didn't speak anymore.

And Mo Hua, who was lying beside him, heard everything.

"Steal yin and yang, seize creation, reverse life and death..."

He firmly remembered this sentence in his heart.

The sky gradually brightened. True Person Situ and Shishu finished discussing the matter and left.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

He looked at Mister Zhuang again, remembered Master's appearance in his heart, and secretly made a decision.

"If others can't save Master, I will save him!"

"If others can't learn the array, I will learn it!"

"Even if everyone in this world wants my Master to die, I will let Master live well, live on!"

Mo Hua's small face was serious, his gaze firm. This oath was deeply engraved on his Dao Heart.

The rising sun, the sunlight sprinkled on the bodies of the master and disciple.

Mo Hua murmured:

"Master, you sleep for a while first..."

"When the time comes, I will call you again..."

Three days later, Bai Qiancheng was to leave.

She was taking away Mister Zhuang, whose cause and effect were locked and his life hung by a thread, and also taking Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi back to the Bai family.

Bai Zixi then found Bai Qiancheng and said with a firm gaze:

"Mother, I want to take Little Shidi back to the Bai family..."

Bai Zisheng also nodded on the side, "Mother, you take Mo Hua back too..."

Bai Qiancheng's expression was somewhat indifferent, "Why?"

Bai Zixi's gaze was complex, her emotions difficult to understand, then she said, "I promised Master to take good care of Shidi..."

"Uh-huh." Bai Zisheng also nodded.

They brought up Master, thinking that Mother would also give face.

But Bai Qiancheng shook her head, "You take care, how do you take care?"

Both of them were stunned.

Bai Qiancheng said, "When he gets to the Bai family, if he encounters danger, who can protect him?"

"You?"

"You're only at Qi Refining, what can you do? Even if you build your foundation, so what?"

"In a cultivation world of the second grade, foundation-building cultivators can summon wind and call rain, but in the Bai family, a mere foundation builder can protect whom?"

Bai Qiancheng looked at her two children, unable to bear it in her heart, but still said straightforwardly:

"Moreover, you are descendants of the Bai family, you rely on the Bai family, not yourselves. You want to protect him, but what if one day..."

"The Bai family wants to harm him?"

"What would you do? What could you do?"

"Can you resist the family?"

"With your cultivation, how can you resist the Bai family, a ten-thousand-year-old great clan?"

"If you can't resist, do you want to watch with your eyes wide open... your Little Shidi die?"

Bai Qiancheng's words were cold and realistic.

Bai Zixi and Bai Zisheng both turned pale, lowered their heads, and tightly clenched their hands, but couldn't say a word.

They couldn't protect anything...

Neither Master nor Little Shidi...

Bai Qiancheng looked at her two children, her gaze slightly pained, and her tone softened a little:

"Cultivators, in the end, still rely on their own cultivation..."

"I know you have deep feelings for each other as fellow disciples, but bringing Mo Hua back to the Bai family won't help him, it will harm him..."

"The Bai family is too big, the cause and effect are too deep, and it's too complex..."

Bai Zixi's voice trembled, "Mother, then..."

Bai Qiancheng hesitated for a moment, slowly reached out, touched Bai Zixi's head, and sighed:

"Go..."

"Forgetting this Little Shidi is the best protection for him..."

Little Shixiong and Little Shijie were leaving.

They would go to Li Yuan City, take the Flying Cloud Ferry, and leave the borders of Great Li Mountain Prefecture.

Mo Hua came to send them off.

It was his first time in Li Yuan City, and also his first time seeing a cloud ferry.

The cloud ferry was very large, magnificent and grand, stopping at the ferry port like a giant Kun with wings that could soar into the sky. When it flew up, it was like a large ship in the sea of clouds, with extremely fast speed, capable of crossing prefecture borders.

The principle of the cloud ferry seemed to be to use the flow of spirit qi to ride the clouds and ascend.

Mo Hua was very curious, but because the parting was imminent, he was in a low mood, so he had no mind to research the cloud ferry...

Bai Zisheng was afraid Mo Hua would be unhappy, so he chattered a lot.

All were famous sights in Qian Prefecture, such as cultivation buildings that pierced the sky, ancient and fragrant temples and monasteries, waterfalls of sword qi hanging in the sky, the ancient pavilion of the Bai family, the Three Pure Spirit Mountains... and so on.

Mo Hua listened with relish.

Bai Zisheng also told Mo Hua to definitely come to the Bai family to play in the future.

But he admonished him to go when his cultivation was a bit higher.

There were many bad guys in the Bai family who might harm him...

Mo Hua gave Bai Zisheng a gift, which was a large dragon controlled by a spirit hub array. Compared to before, it was no longer crawling.

Mo Hua added two wings, and it could leave the ground when it flapped. Although it didn't "fly" high, it was much better than crawling on the ground.

Just adding wings made it a bit ugly.

Mo Hua still guaranteed, "After I learn the array well, I'll make you one. You won't need wings, and it can fly like a dragon!"

Bai Zisheng was extremely happy, and then asked Mo Hua:

"Have you learned that move I taught you well?"

Mo Hua was stunned, "What move?"

Bai Zisheng's face was full of unhappiness, and he said word by word, "Fly! Dragon! In! The! Sky!"

Mo Hua thought of the move Bai Zisheng created himself, jumping into the sky, posing, and then holding a long spear in his hand, using spear techniques descending from the sky...

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "That... I can't learn it..."

It was just a pure show, completely useless.

"No!" Bai Zisheng insisted, "This is a move I created myself. I only taught it to you. In the whole world, only the two of us, master and disciple, know it! You must learn it well!"

Mo Hua said helplessly, "Okay..."

Bai Zisheng saw that Mo Hua promised, and nodded with satisfaction. Afterwards, he thought of something and became a little low again.

"Originally, I wanted to go back to Tongxian City to see Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu. Now I can't go. Qian Prefecture is so far away. I don't know if I'll have a chance in the future..."

Aunt Liu's cooking might be delicious.

Bai Zisheng infinitely missed the carefree days of good food and drink he had in Tongxian City.

Mo Hua then comforted him, "There will be a chance."

Bai Zisheng cheered up a bit and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and asked again, "What about Little Shijie..."

He hadn't seen Little Shijie at all this time...

Bai Zisheng was startled, and sighed, "She originally wanted you to go to the Bai family too, but now that you can't go, she might be a little embarrassed to see you..."

What was there to be embarrassed about...

Mo Hua said in a low voice, "Is Little Shijie throwing a tantrum?"

Bai Zisheng thought about it and nodded, "Probably..."

But he also knew that she shouldn't be.

Ever since she heard Mother's words, Zi Xi just locked herself in her room and didn't see anyone, as if she was afraid of seeing Mo Hua again and feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

Bai Zisheng didn't quite understand and shook his head.

It was normal to feel uncomfortable when parting.

Precisely because of this, one should see each other more...

Bai Zisheng then reluctantly chatted with Mo Hua for a long time, until someone urged him, saying the cloud ferry was about to depart. Only then did he say goodbye to Mo Hua, entering the ferry boat in three steps and two backward glances.

"Are we really... parting..."

Before stepping onto the cloud ferry, Bai Zisheng's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

The bits and pieces of getting along with his two fellow disciples for so many days and nights, the happiness, the noise, all surged into his heart...

Bai Zisheng tried hard to hold back his tears, took one last look at Mo Hua, remembering Shidi's appearance in his heart, and then stepped into the huge cloud ferry.

Mo Hua just stood at the ferry port, reluctant in his heart, but still silently watched Little Shixiong, and the Little Shijie he didn't see, leave.

Inside the cloud ferry.

Bai Zisheng knocked on Bai Zixi's room door, "Aren't you going to see Shidi?"

There was silence inside the room.

"If you don't go, it's very possible... you won't see him again..."

Separated by the door of the room, there was still no response inside.

Bai Zisheng helplessly shook his head, hugged the large dragon that Shidi had given him in his arms, and turned to leave.

Inside the room, Bai Zixi sat quietly, her black eyelashes trembling, and there was a trace of loneliness in her absolutely beautiful eyes.

The clear sunlight shone in, and her cheeks were slightly pale, adding a touch of melancholy beauty to her originally clear and flawless face.

She just sat there quietly, not knowing what she was thinking, her mood complex and slightly chaotic.

A moment later, the huge humming sound of the cloud ferry rose.

Bai Zixi's heart suddenly trembled, and Bai Zisheng's words echoed in her mind:

"Very possible... you won't see him again..."

Her heart trembled. She hurriedly got up, walked out of the room, and came to the deck of the cloud ferry.

But at this time, the cloud ferry had already set sail.

The clear sky was boundless, and the magnificent and huge body of the cloud ferry broke through the clouds and ascended, flipping up layer upon layer of cloud waves.

When Bai Zixi looked again, the sea of clouds was vast.

Mo Hua's small figure had already been covered by the vast sea of clouds, completely disappearing from her sight...

Can't... see him again...

Bai Zixi only felt a pain in her chest, like being cut by a knife. A drop of tear, crystal clear like ice and snow, slowly slid down her pale and flawless cheek...

The white clouds were like giant waves, the cloud currents were like sea currents, carrying the cloud ferry, riding the wind far away, gradually moving away in the endless sea of clouds...

The Great Dao is vast, and the sea of clouds separates them.

This time parting, who knows when they will meet again.

(End of this chapter)