Chapter 922: Chapter 626 Fireball_2
Afterward, he finally couldnât restrain himself and rubbed Mo Huaâs hair.
âYou little kid, are you having fun at my expenseâŠ?â
Mo Hua covered his head, his face a picture of helplessness, âIsnât it because I was afraid if I spoke seriously, you wouldnât believe meâŠâ
The Merit Elder replied with annoyance, âAs if youâre one to talk, with all your craftiness!â
Mo Hua chuckled.
The Merit Elder verified the Formation and then awarded the Merit Points for the Fireworks Formation to Mo Hua.
Not many, just nine points.
Because although the Fireworks Formation was a Second Grade Formation, it was ultimately too simple.
But at least it marked a good beginning.
After that, Mo Hua continued to search for Formation tasks within the Taixu Token.
Formations from eleven patterns to thirteen patterns, he wanted to take them all, but others didnât consent, so he had no choice but to select those with ten patterns.
To Mo Huaâs surprise, batch after batch of Second Grade, ten-pattern Fireworks Formation tasks suddenly appeared in the Merit Scroll.
Perhaps imitating the act of releasing lanterns to pursue oneâs admired female disciple had worked, attracting quite a few male disciples to follow suit.
It even seemed as though some female disciples were imitating it, presenting them to their fellow brothers and sisters.
Mo Hua shook his head and accepted them all with a laugh.
He painted quickly and he painted well, so it wasnât long before some disciples contacted him through the Taixu Token, asking him to help paint the Fireworks Formation.
Mo Hua certainly didnât refuse any comers.
Yet he couldnât help but scornfully think:
These disciples arenât focusing on Cultivation, always caught up in sentimental love, which is just too disgraceful.
At the same time, he also secretly despised their low technical content, thinking their lantern designs were too poor.
If only his Senior Sister Murong were here, he would certainly make her a grand, resplendent lantern, putting all others to shameâŠ
In this way, the number of ten-pattern Fireworks Formations Mo Hua painted gradually increased.
Because he painted well and with variety, some disciples added extra requirements, like using Formation Patterns to display colorful words.
These words, apparently added with Magnetic Patterns and a touch of âsecrecy,â were rather concealed, as if they were afraid of being discovered.
But such petty tricks could never deceive Mo Hua.
Without even doing any deductions, simply by âreadingâ the Formation Patterns, he could tell what words they wanted to leave behind.
Phrases like âEndless love, forever true,â âTo hold your hand, and grow old with you,â âWishing to carry your thoughts like black hair, without hate, regret, or looking backââŠ
And some slightly less refined ones, âTo grow old with you, taking no vain steps in this worldââŠ
Mo Hua felt incredibly awkward.
Still, he took note of these sweet nothings, thinking that perhaps one day he might have use for them.
After painting ten-pattern Formations for half a month, Mo Hua had accumulated more than two hundred Merit Points.
His credentials as a Second-grade Junior Formation Master also had some solid foundations, and the descriptions on his record became more elaborate.
Finally, he was permitted to take on eleven-pattern tasks.
Mo Hua was overjoyed.
Eleven-pattern Formations were not difficult either.
After accepting them, Mo Hua quickly completed the paintings, as always, both fast and fine.
With the first success, there were fifteenth, and soon other disciples started accepting his task âapplications.â
He had applications for ten and eleven patterns alike.
It was like throwing pebbles into a deep pond, creating ripples upon ripples.
The name âFormation Master Mo Huaâ was also slowly gaining recognition among the disciples connected by the Taixu Token.
Some disciples began to acknowledge Mo Huaâs proficiency in Formation.
There were also disciples who would especially âinviteâ Mo Hua to take on their reward âtasks.â
Mo Hua was quite pleased, feeling that his fellow disciples indeed had insight, worthy of being his brothers and sisters in the sect.
During his period of leisure, Mo Hua would still team up with Senior Sister Murong on tasks.
On regular days, he continued to undertake Formation tasks.
The number of his Formation tasks grew more and more, his résumé grew thicker, and the difficulty of these Formation tasks gradually increased.
From ten patterns to eleven, then twelve, and finally thirteen patternsâŠ
Thirteen patterns were the most difficult for a Second Grade Junior Formation Master.
Even so, Mo Hua had never made a mistake, even painting better than some certified Formation Masters.
Gradually, Mo Hua gained a certain level of fame.
Some disciples, unaware of his exact identity, would address him respectfully as âBrother Moâ and spoke very courteously.
Sometimes, when Mo Hua was busy, they were even willing to wait for him.
To have Mo Hua paint the Formation personally, they would specifically add a few Merit Pointsânot much, but it was a form of recognition.
Later, when Mo Hua inquired, he learned that some Second Grade Formation Masters âoutsourcedâ when they took on tasks.
They would initially accept a task, and if they couldnât manage it, they would hire some junior brothers and sisters with roughly the strength to paint eleven or twelve patterns to do it for them.
Then, they would share the earned Merit Points proportionally.
Thatâs why some people added Merit Points to have Mo Hua âpersonallyâ paint the Formation.
They were afraid that after Mo Hua accepted the task, he might âoutsourceâ it to someone else.
Mo Hua shook his head.
Taking on Formation tasks was akin to others providing him with ink and paper to practice his Formation skills.
He didnât even have enough time for his own practice, so why would he ever paint for someone elseâŠ
From ten patterns up to thirteen.
The Merit Elder of the Merit Pavilion saw it all.
When he finally saw Mo Hua pick up a set of ink and paper for a thirteen-pattern Formation and then, the next day, perfectly complete this Formation and hand it to himâŠ
The Merit Elderâs expression changed dramatically.
Looking at Mo Hua, he could not help the trembling of his eyelids.
He now realized that this unassuming little kid, who seemed obedient, was truly a genuine Second Grade Junior Formation Master!