Chapter 922: Chapter 626 Fireball_2 Afterward, he finally couldn’t restrain himself and rubbed Mo Hua’s hair. “You little kid, are you having fun at my expense…?” Mo Hua covered his head, his face a picture of helplessness, “Isn’t it because I was afraid if I spoke seriously, you wouldn’t believe me…” The Merit Elder replied with annoyance, “As if you’re one to talk, with all your craftiness!” 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 didn’t consent, so he had no choice but to select those with ten patterns. To Mo Hua’s 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 one’s 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 wasn’t long before some disciples contacted him through the Taixu Token, asking him to help paint the Fireworks Formation. Mo Hua certainly didn’t refuse any comers. Yet he couldn’t help but scornfully think: These disciples aren’t 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 shame… 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 “secrecy,” 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 “reading” the Formation Patterns, he could tell what words they wanted to leave behind. Phrases like “Endless love, forever true,” “To hold your hand, and grow old with you,” “Wishing to carry your thoughts like black hair, without hate, regret, or looking back”… And some slightly less refined ones, “To grow old with you, taking no vain steps in this world”… 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 “applications.” He had applications for ten and eleven patterns alike. It was like throwing pebbles into a deep pond, creating ripples upon ripples. The name “Formation Master Mo Hua” was also slowly gaining recognition among the disciples connected by the Taixu Token. Some disciples began to acknowledge Mo Hua’s proficiency in Formation. There were also disciples who would especially “invite” Mo Hua to take on their reward “tasks.” 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. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮 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 patterns… 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 “Brother Mo” 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 Points—not much, but it was a form of recognition. Later, when Mo Hua inquired, he learned that some Second Grade Formation Masters “outsourced” when they took on tasks. They would initially accept a task, and if they couldn’t 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. That’s why some people added Merit Points to have Mo Hua “personally” paint the Formation. They were afraid that after Mo Hua accepted the task, he might “outsource” 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 didn’t even have enough time for his own practice, so why would he ever paint for someone else… 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 him… The Merit Elder’s 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!