Chapter 831 -600 Water Prison Technique_3 “I waited for several days before a First-grade Formation Master was willing to accept the task.” “And, our share of the Merit Points isn’t much…” The man, unable to help it, said, “Indeed, just over a hundred points…” For Second Rank Formation Masters, earning those points was just a matter of drawing a few formations, without going out, without running about, and even more so, without taking any risks… “It’s just not known if this person is reliable…” “First Grade… I guess it’s hardly reliable…” ... “Let’s just make do, as things stand now, there’s no choice left…” “Then let’s wait,” the man in a golden-red Taoist robe sighed, then looking up at the sky, added, “The hour is getting late, I wonder when that Formation Master will arrive…” “I’m here!” A crisp voice suddenly sounded. All three turned in surprise to look to the side and saw a young cultivator, with a frown on his small face, displeased, saying, “I’ve been here for a while!” And I heard you badmouthing me behind my back! All three wore a look of astonishment, the gentle-looking woman exclaimed in surprise, “You, you are…” Mo Hua said, “I am Mo Hua!” The man was startled for a moment, “Mo Hua?” The woman smiled bitterly, “That’s the name of the Formation Master who accepted the task, but I didn’t expect…” To her surprise, it was such a Junior Brother. At the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, with low cultivation, and being so obviously youthful and apparently newly initiated… The man, with a gentle voice, asked, “Young man, are you… new to the sect?” Mo Hua nodded. Somewhat shocked, the man turned to the gentle woman and asked, “Has Taixu Gate changed its rules? Can the newly initiated also accept tasks?” The woman, puzzled, said, “I haven’t heard of any changes…” “Then this…” All three turned their gaze towards Mo Hua. Mo Hua said, “Elder Master Xun told me to take this task.” Mo Hua had once again brought up “Elder Master Xun.” But he didn’t say that Elder Master Xun had only allowed him to take on those entry-level tasks, such as “sweeping the steps, watching the mountain gate, drawing formations,” and did not allow him to get involved in these more dangerous tasks of “tracking down Sin Cultivators.” “Elder Master Xun?” The man was somewhat taken aback, it was the woman from Taixu Gate, who came to a realization. “It’s Elder Master Xun…” No wonder… If Elder Master Xun was willing to let this Junior Brother take a shortcut, having granted him access to the Taixu Token capabilities ahead of time, it meant that this child, indeed, had an extraordinary background. At the very least, he had a close relationship with Elder Master Xun. It was not good to ask too deeply about such affairs. But… The gentle woman was somewhat troubled. Such a young Junior Brother, with low cultivation, weak foundation, and little experience, even if he had some formation skills… how could they take him on such a dangerous task? Besides, did he really know formations… The woman, slowly, asked, “Junior Brother, you… know formations?” Mo Hua saw that they seemed reluctant to take him along for “fun,” knowing he had to demonstrate his abilities himself to seize the opportunity, then corrected her by saying, “Not just ‘know,’ but ‘am skilled at’!” The other three were dumbfounded. How could such a young cultivator dare to say he was “skilled at” formations… Mo Hua said, “Don’t believe me? Test me?” It would be best to test me with some complex formation that I haven’t learned before. The man in the golden-red Taoist robe pondered for a moment then nodded, “Alright, I’ll test you a bit.” “Um-hum.” Mo Hua was full of anticipation, but then he was disappointed again. The tests given by the man in the golden-red robe were only about First-grade formation knowledge, which, for Mo Hua, was extremely simple, and occasionally touched on Second-Grade formations, but were still rather superficial, not truly reflecting how formidable he was, nor did he “profit” any new techniques without any effort. Mo Hua easily answered the man’s questions, and seeing that the man did not speak, asked again, “Is there anything harder?” “Or, could you find a very, very difficult formation to test me with?” The man was slightly stunned and said with resignation, “That’s all I can test you with…” He was mainly a Sword Cultivation practitioner; formations were something he was not very proficient in, learning a bit just to cope with Sect assessments without investing much effort. But passing his test at least showed that Mo Hua had a solid foundation in formations. And on this mission, they indeed needed a Formation Master. The man said, “Alright, I’ll take you for a try.” Mo Hua was pleased inside, but before he had a chance to say anything, he heard the gentle-looking senior sister shake her head and say, “No!” Mo Hua was taken aback. “It’s too dangerous,” the gentle senior sister said to Mo Hua, “Although with our cultivation, capturing the Sin Cultivator this time isn’t difficult, the Cultivation World is unpredictable, and there could always be complications we might not be able to protect you from.” She softened her tone, trying to persuade Mo Hua, “Junior Brother, listen to your senior sister, go back to the Sect and cultivate properly, when you’re older, then undertake these dangerous tasks…” This senior sister, she too was kind. Mo Hua silently noted. But he was definitely going to partake in the task! He had already spent over two hundred Merit Points to exchange for the spell of the Second-Grade Water Prison Technique; not making some return on that would indeed be a huge loss! This trip could only be a success, failure was not an option! Thinking it over, Mo Hua’s eyes brightened as he said, “If I don’t go, won’t you be short a Formation Master?” “I will find someone else…” the gentle woman said. “Senior Sister, you just said no one was accepting the task, I heard you!” The woman was taken aback. “Don’t worry,” Mo Hua said, “I know the Concealment Technique; I can protect myself.” “Concealment…” The woman thought for a moment, still not entirely reassured, her heart wavering with indecision. Just then, another man came from afar, full of apologies, “Sorry, I’m late…”