They still played the simple game of Five Elements Chess. The two played joyfully. Although Mr. Zhuang had seen it all before, he was still somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected that Mo Hua could really engage in a game of chess with Old Kui. Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, however, were somewhat confused. Sometimes, when Mo Hua went shopping for vegetables, walked Big White, or was looking for Formation materials, they too played several games with Old Kui. But without exception, they were all scorned by Old Kui. Old Kui found Bai Zixi too clever. When playing Five Elements Chess, she was also extremely cunning, never giving up a single piece. He found fault with Bai Zisheng for being too rash. It was fine that he ate every day, but when it came to playing Five Elements Chess, he only knew how to "capture" without any true skill. Mo Hua, on the other hand, was different. When he played chess, it was a natural process. He neither deliberately overthought each move, nor was he recklessly greedy. Of course, the main reason was that both their skills in chess were "evenly matched," without the desire for profit or victory, playing purely for fun. Mo Hua played chess with Old Kui. And Old Kui would carve some puppets for Mo Hua. At first, it was just small and large tigers, but as Old Kui’s cough got worse, he began to accept Mo Hua’s various requests. All sorts of strange and unusual Monster Beasts—wolves, insects, tigers, leopards. Whenever Mo Hua saw one, he would pester Old Kui to carve one for him. After the carving was done, Mo Hua would then draw the Spiritual Pivot Formation on them. Then he could control a bunch of Monster Beast puppets, chasing, frolicking, and play-fighting on the grass, both novel and lively. Since Old Kui had carved for Mo Hua, he felt it wouldn’t be right to favor one over another. He also carved some puppets for Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi. For Bai Zisheng, it was an Azure Dragon; magnificent, yet unable to fly. Even with the Spiritual Pivot Formation, it could only crawl on the ground. For Bai Zixi, it was a colorful phoenix. Besides the Spiritual Pivot Formation, the phoenix’s wings were also adorned with the Five-Color Formation by Mo Hua. Once the feathers were spread out, it resembled a peacock’s splendid tail—vibrant and glittering with spiritual light, and very gorgeous… Afterward, whenever they were idle, Bai Zisheng would frolic on the grass with Mo Hua, controlling his Azure Dragon, engaging in a fierce battle with Mo Hua’s control of small and large tigers and numerous Monster Beasts. Bai Zixi, on the other hand, would hold the beautiful phoenix to the side, watching Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng play happily, her eyes clear like autumn water, cupping a shallow smile… … And so, the group continued on their way. They crossed mountains, forded streams, witnessed the sunrise and sunset, and watched the clouds roll by. Along the way, they also encountered many people and events. Some were shortsighted Bandit Cultivators, vicious Sin Cultivators, and those who did not follow the Righteous Dao, the Evil Cultivators. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 But most of them were not highly Cultivated, nor were their Taoist Skills strong. Bai Zisheng, alone with his spear, could hold them off. Mo Hua watched from the sidelines, occasionally controlling the scene with the Water Prison Technique or supplementing with the Fireball Technique, easily defeating them. Mostly, though, were the poor and distressed Loose Cultivators. Just like in Tongxian City, South Yue City, and the other ordinary Little Immortal Cities. The life of a Loose Cultivator was often not easy. Those standing at the top only see beautiful and splendid views. Only those who truly set foot on the ground know how fickle the world can be and how much suffering the people endure. A Formation Master should comprehend the Heavenly Dao and benefit all beings. Mo Hua kept these words in mind, and when he encountered people in poverty and suffering, he did what he could, drawing Formations to help them. Find more to read on freewebnovel.com Through the long journey, with the steady pace of horse hooves. Half a year later, Mo Hua finally arrived at the Dali Mountain State Boundary of the Third Grade. By this time, Mo Hua was fourteen years old, and his Cultivation, through cumulative practice, had reached the Qi Refining Ninth Level. He was only a step away from Foundation Establishment.