Chapter 612: Divine Sense Sword

It was exactly midday, with bright sunlight shining between the lush mountain forests.

A moss-covered stone path led up to the mountain top.

Mo Hua's steps were light and fast, his figure agile and graceful as he ascended the mountain path, still humming a little tune.

But when he reached the front of the broken temple, he was stunned.

"No one?"

The broken temple was empty and desolate, no human figure present. Within the range of his spiritual sense, there was also no breath of the mountain god.

Mo Hua fixed his eyes to look, then saw on the offering platform several steamed buns that had already spoiled, and several fruits that had also dried up, clearly left there for a long time.

There was no meat on the offering platform, only a wine cup.

The wine cup was full, but it contained not wine, but rainwater that had flowed down from the eaves during a mountain drizzle. The water surface was clear, with earth dust settled at the bottom of the cup.

It looked bleak and desolate.

Mo Hua felt some sympathy.

Such a miserable mountain god.

"Huangshan Shen?"

Mo Hua called out several times, but the broken temple was empty, the eaves leaked wind, and the mountain was lonely. His voice echoed a few times, then vanished without a trace.

"Not home?"

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, feeling a certain melancholy, like traveling a thousand miles to see a friend, only to find the friend out.

"But that's not right..."

It was a mountain god, where could it run off to? And it didn't even want its temple?

Mo Hua looked around, but the broken temple was only that big, with tattered walls. No matter how he looked, he still couldn't find the figure of Huangshan Shen.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved.

He detected that within his spiritual sense incarnation, the several wisps of faint golden bone marrow refined from the "bone marrow" of the demon leader, Yangjiao Zhui, were suddenly trembling.

Mo Hua suddenly realized, understanding in his heart. He then followed the guidance of the faint golden spiritual sense blood, left the temple door, circled around the broken temple, and in a corner behind the temple wall, found a small dog statue.

The small dog statue was gray and bald, dirty and messy, with its head drooping, lying in the grass, not daring to reveal any breath.

Mo Hua squatted in front of the small dog statue, his large eyes silently looking at it.

The small dog remained completely still.

"Hey—"

Mo Hua said softly.

The eyes of the small mud dog sculpture, for some reason, showed some panic.

"Shenjun—"

Mo Hua again softly called out.

The mud sculpture small dog wished to close its eyes.

"Alright, you're at least a mountain god, hiding inside a small dog, not embarrassing me..." Mo Hua said.

The small dog felt ashamed and indignant in its heart, but still did not reveal any reaction.

Mo Hua's face showed some unhappiness. He raised three fingers and solemnly said: "I'll only count to three. If you don't come out, I won't be polite..."

"Three..."

"Two..."

Before the count of three was finished, smoke immediately rose from the small dog statue, and the narrow, long, smiling face of Huangshan Shen appeared.

Looking at Mo Hua's not-so-friendly face, Huangshan Shen smiled enthusiastically and kindly:

"Ah... who is it? It's little friend. The mountain is uneventful, I was sunbathing and accidentally fell asleep. I've been slow to welcome you, please don't blame me..."

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and said strangely:

"It's shady here, what sun are you sunbathing?"

Huangshan Shen choked, squeezing out a smiling face, "Sunbathing in the shade, it's warm and cool..."

Immediately afraid of Mo Hua continuing to question, it quickly changed the subject:

"Little friend came to find me, is there something important?"

Mo Hua's attention was indeed diverted.

"Mm." Mo Hua nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he looked at Huangshan Shen and asked curiously: "Do you want to stay in this small dog forever?"

Huangshan Shen muttered in its heart, "Do you think I want to..."

"If not to hide from you..."

As soon as Huangshan Shen thought of this, it was suddenly startled, and involuntarily asked:

"How do you know, I'm 'hiding'... No, I'm sunbathing here?"

It had even "lowered its dignity", not even caring about its face, residing in such a small earth dog mud sculpture, even hiding its mountain god origin, and yet it was still found...

Mo Hua said: "I felt it."

"Felt?"

"Mm," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt you seemed to be here, so I came to look for you, and indeed found you here!"

Huangshan Shen listened, its scalp tingling.

It's over, this little disaster star, can't be hidden...

Too absurd...

A smart little ghost is not scary, the most scary thing is this little ghost who is not only smart but also mystical.

No routine at all, impossible to defend against...

Huangshan Shen sighed, slowly emerged from the small dog mud sculpture, reached out and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come to my humble abode to chat..."

So the mountain god led the way, Mo Hua swaggered, following the mountain god, and walked into the broken temple.

Huangshan Shen turned into a wisp of green smoke, still residing in the mountain god mud sculpture in the center of the offering platform.

Mo Hua then sat on the edge of the offering platform, chatting "shoulder to shoulder" with Huangshan Shen.

But Huangshan Shen seemed somewhat restrained, so Mo Hua puzzledly said:

"I won't 'eat' you again, what are you so afraid of?"

Huangshan Shen "hehe" laughed, and said in its heart: "You guess if I believe it or not..."

But on the surface, it still said with a laugh:

"Little friend is intelligent and has a clear dao heart, unlike ordinary people. I was late to make friends, how could I hide from you?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe it. He looked at Huangshan Shen and asked curiously:

"Shenjun, before, were you not very powerful?"

Huangshan Shen was startled, its smile lessened a bit, and it said strangely: "How do you know?"

"I guessed."

Huangshan Shen shook its head, "Look at me now, do I look powerful?"

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Shen, his gaze clear, his voice calm:

"Body ten zhang long, claws and teeth seven chi, brown fur, divine power covering the mountain, thick breath, both eyes soaked with blood, boundless ferocity and evil thoughts entwined on the body..."

Huangshan Shen's gaze suddenly became fierce, then it met Mo Hua's deep gaze, and its face instantly paled again.

"You, you... exactly..."

Mo Hua blinked, and said softly:

"Before you, were you really like this?"

Huangshan Shen's expression was bitter, "How did you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I dreamt at night, dreamt of a mountain god like a big yellow rat demon. I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask you."

Huangshan Shen's expression was complex. After several hesitations, it sighed:

"Those are all past matters..."

"In the past, I indeed enjoyed incense from one side, my spiritual sense was powerful, covering mountains and rivers, transforming into a god form. Under the laws of heaven and earth, I stood at the peak of one realm, nearly unbeatable."

"But mountain gods are the same as people. Once arrogance is born in the heart, they will be invaded by evil."

"Later matters, you also know... Ah, unbearable to recall, I am now a tiger fallen to the plains..."

"... Bullied by me?" Mo Hua said.

Huangshan Shen nodded, "Yes ah..."

Halfway through speaking, its heart suddenly cooled. It immediately laughed, "No, no, you didn't bully me..."

Mo Hua thought, his mind picturing Huangshan Shen's majestic and murderous appearance from before, then looking at its current dejected, salted fish-like appearance, still somewhat unbelievable.

Huangshan Shen seemed to see through Mo Hua's thoughts in its heart and sighed:

"Various existences in the world, whether humans, demons, or gods, are mostly puppets of power, fame, authority, and status."

"Humans are especially so."

"A beggar, upon becoming emperor, with authority added, will have the appearance of an emperor;"

"An emperor, upon becoming a beggar, without authority, can only wag his tail and beg."

"Those who can truly transcend external things, unfettered by authority and fame, are always as rare as phoenix feathers."

"I, this mountain god, am also like this."

"That year, my spiritual sense was powerful, with boundless power, naturally majestic."

"But the majesty was actually not me, but the great power of heaven and earth that used me as a 'puppet'..."

"Later, my cultivation was severed by a sword. Without that great power, I was just myself, a dejected small mountain god, who can only tuck my tail and muddle through like now."

Mo Hua's expression was surprised. He both sighed at Huangshan Shen's insight and felt Huangshan Shen was pitiful.

Huangshan Shen was so uncomfortable being looked at with Mo Hua's "sympathetic" eyes that it had to say:

"You came to find me, not specifically to uncover my scars, right..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Naturally not, I'm not that idle..."

Huangshan Shen's eyelid twitched, its face showing a helpless expression.

This child, with such an innocent face, but speaks in such a way that it pierces the heart...

Huangshan Shen sighed:

"What is it you want? Just ask..."

The sooner you ask and finish, the sooner you can go back.

Huangshan Shen wanted to send Mo Hua away.

Mo Hua immediately said: "The style you used to chop things, the sword technique of spiritual sense transforming into a sword, can you teach me?"

Huangshan Shen muttered: "I said before, I can't anymore..."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Although you can't, your spiritual sense is so strong, and you personally chopped with it, you definitely know the principles of this move 'spiritual sense transforming into a sword', and probably also know how this spiritual sense sword is cultivated!"

"I don't know..."

"No, you do!" Mo Hua's eyes were bright, his tone firm.

Huangshan Shen, being looked at by Mo Hua's sharp eyes, felt extremely headache.

It felt as if in its lifetime, it had never met such a troublesome little ancestor...

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you..."

Huangshan Shen compromised.

The sooner I say it, the sooner I'm free. If I don't say it, I don't know how long he'll remember it...

Huangshan Shen seemed to recall the past, its expression slightly solemn, and its gaze heavy as it said:

"This sword formula is called..."

"Tai Xu Shennian Zhuanjian Zhenjue!"

Huangshan Shen's tone fluctuated. After reciting, it glanced at Mo Hua, seeing his expression was not surprised, and was slightly startled, "You knew?"

"Mm!" Mo Hua said.

"How did you know?"

Mo Hua jumped down from the offering platform, spread his arms, and showed his body's profound white bi-color, elegant and handsome Daoist robe:

"Guess, what sect's Daoist robe am I wearing?"

Huangshan Shen stared at it for a glance, was suddenly startled, and opened its mouth wide, "It couldn't be..."

Mo Hua laughed: "The Tai Xu Sect's Daoist robe, Tai Xu Sect... is the 'Tai Xu' of 'Tai Xu Shennian Zhuanjian Zhenjue'."

Huangshan Shen's heart was bitter.

It just felt Mo Hua's Daoist robe was somewhat familiar. Now hearing him say it, it realized that this was indeed the Tai Xu Sect's Daoist robe.

This little ancestor, wears the same sect's Daoist robe as the person who chopped it back then!

Only, Mo Hua's body was the initial disciple's Daoist robe.

The style and patterns were much simpler, and there was more profound color and less white, unlike that person back then, who was nearly all white, which is why it didn't recognize it...

Huangshan Shen's gaze was resentful, "You are a Tai Xu Sect disciple, can't you just go and learn it yourself, why ask me?"

"The sect doesn't have it, I can't find it..."

Mo Hua said, then thought for a moment, "It's also possible that my realm is too low, my authority is not enough, and I haven't learned it yet..."

Huangshan Shen remained silent, somewhat unwilling to speak.

Mo Hua then said: "Just tell me, consider it a favor I owe you."

"Your favor, what use can it have..."

Huangshan Shen muttered in its heart, but its mouth was still honest, "Alright, I'll tell you..."

Mo Hua then bounced onto the offering platform again, sat cross-legged, and listened quietly.

Huangshan Shen sighed, "I am a mountain god, the rank of my spiritual sense is different from that of ordinary cultivators, so my understanding of spiritual sense is also deeper..."

"That year, when I fought with that sword cultivator from the Tai Xu Sect, in the exchanges, I was cut all over by his spiritual sense sword qi, and I also somewhat understood the mystery of this sword formula..."

"The sword formula of spiritual sense transforming into a sword is different from general sword formulas."

"General sword formulas inject the entire body's spiritual power into the spiritual sword, condensing it into 'sword qi', and then kill the enemy with sharp sword qi."

"Spiritual sense transforming into a sword is different. It needs to further condense divine sense manifested on top of the sword qi, forming a formless but profound 'sword intent'..."

"It must have sword qi as the foundation, and temper the divine charm with sword intent, only then can it exert extremely powerful power, capable of chopping tangible things and also chopping intangible gods!"

"In short..."

"General sword control forges the sword and cultivates sword qi."

"While spiritual sense transforming into a sword is further, above sword qi, cultivating sword intent."

"Both are indispensable. Sword qi cultivated to the extreme can then cultivate sword intent, and with the addition of sword intent, the sword qi can be unbreakable, chopping in all directions!"

In Huangshan Shen's gaze, a bit of arrogance was revealed:

"If it weren't for this, Tai Xu Shennian Zhuanjian Zhenjue, which can transform from reality to void, chopping intangible gods with a tangible sword, perhaps no one in one realm that year could deal with me..."

Mo Hua contemplated:

"Then you... wouldn't have become a 'Dao Evil'?"

Huangshan Shen's heart felt cold, it was startled in its heart, its expression even more unbelievable:

"You... how did you know?!"

Mo Hua nodded, "I've seen it, Dao Evil is raised like that..."

Moreover, I even killed Dao Evil!

But this kind of matter is somewhat taboo, not good to say out...

Even so, Huangshan Shen still inhaled a cool breath.

It felt even more that Mo Hua, this little ancestor, could not be provoked.

Huangshan Shen immediately put away its arrogant expression.

Can't brag anymore.

If I brag again, and my skin is broken, and this little ancestor sees a flaw again, then it won't be good...

Mo Hua didn't notice the subtle expression on Huangshan Shen's face, but pondered the matter of spiritual sense transforming into a sword in his heart:

"First cultivate sword qi, cultivate sword qi to the extreme, then transform from reality to void, cultivate sword intent, sword intent fuses with sword qi, then you can cultivate 'Tai Xu Shennian Zhuanjian Zhenjue'..."

Mo Hua was very disappointed.

"If I don't become a sword cultivator, and don't cultivate sword qi, won't I be able to learn spiritual sense transforming into a sword?"

Huangshan Shen nodded, "Naturally."

Mo Hua thought, and suddenly his eyes brightened, "Suppose I don't cultivate sword qi, but my spiritual sense is strong enough, and I directly turn my spiritual sense into sword intent, what about that?"

Huangshan Shen felt Mo Hua was whimsical and said with an ill temper:

"If you don't cultivate sword qi, where will the sword intent come from?"

"You are an array master, if you don't draw arrays, can you understand the principles of arrays?"

"This is not the same principle..."

"The better you cultivate the sword, the sharper your sword qi, the purer and more powerful the sword intent you cultivate..."

"Solely relying on spiritual sense to transform, how do you transform? Can your spiritual sense be stronger than a sword cultivator's sword qi?"

"Besides, how strong is your spiritual sense?"

Mo Hua said softly: "Is sixteen patterns enough?"

Huangshan Shen snorted, "Sixteen patterns, enough for what?"

Huangshan Shen was about to say something else, but suddenly was startled, turned its head to look at Mo Hua, "How many?"

"Sixteen patterns..."

Huangshan Shen's expression stiffened...

Sixteen patterns... how is it sixteen patterns?

How old are you, what realm are you in?

Foundation Building early stage, where did you get sixteen patterns of spiritual sense?

You haven't eaten anything, have you...

Huangshan Shen's heart thumped. It immediately looked at its nose, mouth, and then nose again, and said softly:

"Sixteen patterns of spiritual sense is already very strong, but to truly want to transform spiritual sense into a sword, it's still not enough..."

"Then how many do you want?"

"Fear..." Huangshan Shen's words reached its mouth, then dropped a level, "At least Golden Core, above twenty patterns..."

"Moreover, Golden Core may not necessarily be able to cultivate it..."

"After all, spiritual sense transforming into a sword is when sword qi gives birth to sword intent, and sword intent manifests sword qi, it's not purely manifesting sword qi with 'spiritual sense'..."

Mo Hua nodded, "Okay, I understand."

Anyway, I'll try once.

Wait until one day when my spiritual sense condenses to twenty patterns and forms a core, I'll try to see if I can only rely on spiritual sense to transform into a sword.

Although it might not be able to transform into a sword, I still need to try.

And sword qi...

When I have time, I can also cultivate sword qi. I don't need to be very proficient, but I also want to lay some sword cultivator foundation for "spiritual sense transforming into a sword".

Then, there is also the true transmission secret book of Tai Xu Shennian Zhuanjian Zhenjue.

Wait until I do more tasks, accumulate more merit, open more authority, get to know more disciples, inquire about more clues, and see if I can find a way to get it in advance...

Although it's still early now, I can prepare for rain in advance and make preparations early.

Mo Hua nodded.

"Need to take it step by step..."

The current priority is still arrays!

After returning to the sect, Mo Hua continued as before, cultivating in class, learning arrays, and tempering his spiritual sense.

He rested every ten days and went to do tasks with Senior Sister Murong and the others to accumulate merit.

After a period of time, after countless hardships, Mo Hua finally accumulated enough merit, more than eight hundred, and then went to the Merit Pavilion to exchange for the two grades of sixteen patterns "Feng Huo Yuan Ci Zhen" he had dreamed of.

This array is an array of the Bagua Lei Ci system.

This is a secret class array.

Very few disciples in the Tai Xu Sect learn it, and even in the entire Qian Xue State, not many are proficient in it.

But to Mo Hua, it was extremely important.

Mo Hua carefully and treasuredly unfolded the array diagram of "Feng Huo Yuan Ci Zhen", as if opening a brand new gate to the art of arrays...

(End of this chapter)