Chapter 93: Limit

Zhang Lan saw through Mo Hua's little thoughts and snorted, saying, "Although I don't know illusion techniques, the magic I know is not bad at all."

"Uh huh, Uncle Zhang, you're so powerful," Mo Hua said perfunctorily.

Zhang Lan didn't argue with him and returned to the main topic. "Do you know who used the illusion technique?"

"How would I know?"

Mo Hua shook his head. Although he said that, Aunt Xue's veiled face and hazy figure still flashed through his mind.

Mo Hua had only met a few high-level cultivators. Counting them up, Aunt Xue was the most likely. And the illusion technique also fit the impression Aunt Xue had left on Mo Hua.

"You guessed?" Zhang Lan raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mo Hua's expression.

Zhang Lan was indeed from the Dao Court Department. Although he looked lazy, his observational skills were very sharp.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then asked Zhang Lan, "What does the Dao Court Department plan to do?"

"Nothing much to do," Zhang Lan took a leisurely sip of wine. "A cultivator who can use illusion techniques is extraordinary. The Qian family dare not publicize it, nor dare to investigate. Since the Qian family isn't publicizing it, the Dao Court Department is happy to stay out of it and simply doesn't need to get involved."

"Can the Qian family just let it go like that?" Mo Hua was a bit skeptical.

"The Qian family has a Foundation Establishment cultivator guarding them. Despite this, someone still managed to enter their home without anyone noticing and used an illusion technique on their young master. They haven't investigated at all. This alone is enough to make them afraid..."

Zhang Lan also seemed a little gleeful and continued, "This person can use illusion techniques to drive Qian Xing mad, and naturally can use other magic to kill Qian Xing. The reason for using illusion techniques is purely for deterrence, to make the Qian family behave and not provoke those they shouldn't. If the Qian family can't even understand this much, they wouldn't have been able to become the largest family in Tongxian City."

"Ultimately, the Qian family is just a first-grade family. Among the graded families, they are at the bottom, incomparable to those true world families and great clans."

Mo Hua suddenly realized that families were also divided into different ranks. Zhang Lan was indeed from a major family and knew a lot of inside information.

"Okay, this matter is settled. Even if Qian Xing recovers, after these ups and downs, he won't dare to cause trouble again. You can also cultivate in peace and study arrays." Zhang Lan's tone was also somewhat relaxed.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang," Mo Hua thanked him.

Given Zhang Lan's lazy nature, him finding Mo Hua to chat, although it was to relieve boredom, was also a form of care for Mo Hua. Mo Hua could still see this.

Zhang Lan then glanced at Mo Hua and thought to himself that this boy had quite good relationships.

Leaving aside the demon hunters, that young man named Da Zhu dared to stand up to Qian Xing, which was commendable. And so many cultivators in the neighborhood were quite friendly to Mo Hua.

As for the cultivator who could use illusion techniques, it was probably not entirely unrelated to Mo Hua.

Who would be so bored as to go scare a completely unrelated family's young master mad?

Zhang Lan shook his head, said goodbye to Mo Hua, and then left.

"Walk slowly, Uncle Zhang!" Mo Hua waved his small hand.

After Zhang Lan left, Mo Hua sat at the table, flipped through his storage bag, and looked at the thick stack of arrays inside. He felt a little regretful.

What a pity, Qian Xing didn't come looking for trouble, so these arrays had no place to be used.

And that illusion technique, he didn't know if it was Aunt Xue who used it?

Mo Hua was in doubt.

The next day, Mo Hua went to ask Mister Zhuang for guidance on arrays, and then went to find the Bai family siblings.

Bai Zi Sheng was dozing, and Bai Zi Xi was reading a book.

Mo Hua quietly stared at Bai Zi Xi, wanting to see if Bai Zi Xi knew something. But Bai Zi Xi's face, besides being good-looking, didn't reveal anything else.

Bai Zi Xi noticed Mo Hua's gaze, turned her head, and looked at Mo Hua curiously.

Their gazes met, and Mo Hua softly asked:

"Three nights ago, was Aunt Xue at home?"

Bai Zi Xi thought for a bit, and with a half-smile, said, "She seemed not to be."

"Oh," Mo Hua understood and didn't ask any further.

After a while, he quietly added, "I still have osmanthus cake at home, do you want to eat some?"

Bai Zi Xi nodded, Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and smiled. After that, both of them concentrated on reading their books and didn't say anything more.

With Qian Xing's matter resolved, Mo Hua could cultivate in peace.

He wanted to cultivate to Qi Refining fifth layer as soon as possible so that he could learn magic.

Mo Hua was still looking forward to magic. He didn't even consider illusion techniques, the kind that Zhang Lan didn't know. But lighting fires and releasing electricity, these small spells should be no problem.

Mo Hua felt a little excited just thinking about it.

But cultivation was a slow process. The amount of spiritual energy absorbed and refined each day was limited. As long as he cultivated on time, it was fine. He couldn't speed up, and he couldn't slow down much either.

According to the current progress, it would probably take some time to reach Qi Refining fifth layer.

As for arrays, Mo Hua could draw arrays containing seven lines, but not eight lines yet.

It was probably because his divine sense wasn't strong enough, so learning felt a bit difficult. He could only try to draw some simple structures. Although eight-line arrays were already the limit for ordinary array masters, non-graded array masters could generally only draw arrays to this extent.

Mo Hua could now draw seven lines, which was already considered a real small array master.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little proud.

And after eight lines were nine lines. With nine lines, he could enter the first grade!

Once he could draw nine lines, he could prepare for the first-grade array master grading exam.

Mo Hua heard that the array master exam was the strictest, harshest, and most difficult exam in all cultivation paths.

"I wonder which arrays will be tested?"

Mo Hua was a little nervous, but also a little excited.

If he could become a first-grade array master, he could receive spiritual stones every month even if he didn't do anything. Even if something unexpected happened in the future and he couldn't cultivate, he could still make a living and not starve to death.

Mo Hua was very envious.

But throughout Tongxian City, including all families and sects, there were very few cultivators who could pass the grading and become first-grade array masters, let alone loose cultivators from poor backgrounds. This showed that the array master grading was indeed very difficult.

Mo Hua could draw eight lines, and from eight lines to nine lines was just one step away. But this one step seemed very far away.

Before, Mo Hua practiced arrays day and night and could feel his divine sense steadily growing. But now, Mo Hua practiced arrays more often and it was more difficult, but he didn't feel his divine sense growing significantly.

According to this progress, he didn't know how long it would take to draw nine lines.

Mo Hua asked Mister Zhuang this question.

Mister Zhuang's expression was a little complex. It was the first time Mo Hua had seen this kind of expression on Mister Zhuang's face.

"You haven't realized, your realm is too low..."

Mister Zhuang looked at Mo Hua silently. "No matter how strong your divine sense is, there's a limit. The foundation of the strength of your divine sense is your realm."

Mo Hua suddenly understood and felt like he had asked a stupid question.

A cultivator's physical body and spiritual power also had limits. This limit was naturally determined by the cultivator's realm. Even if a cultivator cultivated to the extreme within the same realm, if the realm didn't break through, their spiritual power and physical body wouldn't improve either.

The only thing cultivators cultivated was their physical body and spiritual power, not their divine sense, so Mo Hua forgot for a moment.

"Thank you for pointing it out, Mister."

Mo Hua said awkwardly. After asking a few other questions, he stood up and said goodbye.

"Divine sense is limited..." Mister Zhuang watched Mo Hua's small figure disappear at the mouth of the alley, pondered for a long time in a daze, and then laughed, saying, "I've taught so many cultivators, but these words, it seems like I'm saying them for the first time..."

After a moment, Mister Zhuang looked at Mo Hua drawing arrays under the large locust tree again, and said with a deep gaze, "Divine sense... is it really limited..."