Chapter 1043: Chapter 662: Artifact Refining in Solitary Mountain City_4 Chapter 1043 -662: Artifact Refining in Solitary Mountain City_4 Mo Hua smiled. This Master Gu seemed very forthcoming. But he was short on time and it was already too late. Mo Hua said, “Thank you, Master Gu, but my Sect’s period of leave is short, and I need to return to my Cultivation practice. If I have time later, I’ll come to consult with Master Gu on some issues and hope you won’t hesitate to enlighten me.” Master Gu invited him several more times, but seeing that Mo Hua was determined to leave, he didn’t press further and said, “When you come next time, I will ensure you are received well!” “Thank you, Master Gu!” Mo Hua rose to leave, but as he turned around, he saw the disciple named “Da Chuan” standing in the distance, looking somewhat anxious. It seemed that there was an urgent matter, but he was hesitant to interrupt and had been waiting for quite a while. Master Gu also noticed Da Chuan and called him over, asking, “What’s the matter?” Da Chuan replied, “Master, the furnace has broken again…” Master Gu frowned and said, “If it’s broken, just replace it. Don’t we have many furnaces?” Da Chuan said with bitterness, “Artifact Refining was halfway done; we can’t change now. If we switch, the embryo inside is likely to be damaged, and… relighting the furnace would cost more Spirit Stones…” Master Gu asked, “Where is it broken?” Da Chuan answered, “Just like before, it’s from being used over time; the Formation has aged…” Master Gu’s brow furrowed even more. Seeing this, Mo Hua offered, “Let me have a look…” Master Gu had shared with him a lot of Artifact Refining knowledge, which was a great help to himself. This little effort on his part would be a way to repay the favor. And it would make it easier to ask for Master Gu’s help in the future if needed. Moreover, he had seen it all when he arrived. In the Refinery Shop, the Artifact Furnaces used were very old, and the Formation Patterns weren’t very advanced; he could draw them with his eyes closed. Master Gu looked at Mo Hua but hesitated: “It’s a Second-Grade, Middle-level Formation…” “No problem,” Mo Hua said. “I know a bit about Second-Grade Middle-level Formations too.” Master Gu didn’t quite understand at first. What do you mean you know a bit about Second-Grade Middle-level Formations… How would a Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage learn to draw Second-Grade Middle-level Formations? He wasn’t a Formation Master, but he wasn’t ignorant either. Confident, Mo Hua turned to Da Chuan and said, “Lead the way and let’s have a look.” Da Chuan was in a difficult position. He glanced at Mo Hua, then back at Master Gu, unsure what to do. Master Gu sighed, nodded, and said, “Let’s take a look, then.” It was only a Second-Grade Artifact Furnace. In the worst case, if it was further damaged during repair, it wouldn’t be any different from its current state. However, when they arrived at the front courtyard and saw the broken Artifact Furnace, Master Gu still furrowed his brow. The furnace had been dismantled, and most of the Formation Patterns had faded; the problem indeed lay with the Formation. But as the Artifact Furnace had been subjected to intense fire, its inner wall was still glowing red hot just after being dismantled, and ordinary Second-Grade Formation Pens couldn’t withstand this temperature. They could only wait one to two hours for the Artifact Furnace to cool down naturally, otherwise, the Formation couldn’t be drawn. “Young Master, perhaps we should just let it be, this…” Master Gu was halfway through his sentence when he abruptly stopped, stunned. He saw Mo Hua take out a bottle of Spiritual Ink, and without even using a pen, with a flick of his small hand, the red Fire-series Spiritual Ink slithered out of the bottle like a little snake on its own. Then, with another gesture from Mo Hua, The Spiritual Ink traced a winding path through the air, eventually moving onto the red hot wall of the Artifact Furnace. After a few more deft motions with his fingers, Before long, a Second-Grade Melting Fire Formation with Sixteen Patterns vividly appeared on the Artifact Furnace. And the Formation Patterns were tight and meticulously drawn, not deviating in the slightest. The nearby Artifact Refiners, regardless of age, cultivation, or experience, were all struck dumb… For that moment, they were all in a daze. “Is this how a Formation Master works?” “Are Formations drawn like this?” Yet Mo Hua, as if he had just done a trivial task, collected the remaining Spiritual Ink, waved his hand, and bid farewell, “I’ll be taking my leave now.” Master Gu nodded almost blankly, having even forgotten to see Mo Hua off. Not until Mo Hua had walked a good distance did he come back to his senses. Master Gu watched Mo Hua’s departing figure, frowning in thought, “Just who is this young master…” “His Formation technique… though incomprehensible, it’s quite shocking…” “He behaves sincerely and evidently comes from a significant background…” “I wonder if it’s possible…” Master Gu looked up at the Artifact Refiners and apprentices around him, inhaling deeply with a sigh. “I have to give these people following me something to aspire to…” “I can’t let them waste away with me in this desolate and remote Solitary Mountain City…” … It was getting dark. Mo Hua sat alone in the carriage, embarking on the road to leave Solitary Mountain City. He had to travel through the night. With such a short period of leave, he still had to visit Lord Yellow Mountain, so there was no time to rest. After all, traveling at night was generally safe since it followed a main road. In case of danger, the cover of night would provide him with greater security. Something about Solitary Mountain City struck Mo Hua as odd. Why should an Immortal City of Third Grade have so few Golden Core Cultivators? And why did it seem so desolate? But with his rushed schedule, he hadn’t had time to inquire deeply—perhaps he could find out more next time. For now, he needed to press on. So Mo Hua took a detour along the main road, heading toward the dilapidated temple on Kushan Mountain where Lord Yellow Mountain resided. The night was deep, the mountains obscure. It looked perilous, yet the journey was serene. An hour more, and he would reach Kushan Mountain, where he could meet with Lord Yellow Mountain. But as he was passing another Immortal City, Mo Hua suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened nearby…