Bölüm 1033 – 660 Kılıç Yetiştirimi (Teşekkürler

Bölüm 1033 - 660 Kılıç Yetiştirimi (Teşekkürler

"Junior Brother, don't even think about it," Murong Caiyun said with a shake of her head. "You are still at the Foundation Building Initial Stage. The Refining Demon Mountain is extremely dangerous. The rules of the Sect state that disciples must reach the Foundation Building Middle Stage before they are permitted to enter."

Mo Hua looked disappointed. "Foundation Building Middle Stage..."

He was only at the early stage. Even though his spiritual sense was powerful and his formation skills were superb, according to the strict rules of the Taixu Gate, rules were rules and could not be casually bypassed.

"Don't be discouraged," Murong Caiyun comforted him, rubbing his head. "With your talent and cultivation speed, breaking through to the Foundation Building Middle Stage won't take too long. By then, Senior Sister will take you into the Refining Demon Mountain myself."

"Really?" Mo Hua's eyes brightened up.

"Naturally Senior Sister won't lie to you," Murong Caiyun smiled gently.

After chatting a bit more with Murong Caiyun, Mo Hua returned to his courtyard.

Since he couldn't go to the Refining Demon Mountain yet, he had to focus on what he could do right now.

Formations and sword cultivation.

His formation techniques were progressing steadily, but regarding sword cultivation, Mo Hua felt he still had a lot of room for improvement. Within the Taixu Gate, sword cultivation was the foundational path for the vast majority of disciples. Almost everyone carried a longsword, practicing sword forms day and night.

Mo Hua wasn't a pure sword cultivator, but as a formation master who often fought alongside others, having a strong grasp of sword arts—or at least understanding how swords and formations intertwined—was immensely beneficial.

He sat cross-legged in his room, taking out the wooden sword he usually used for practicing.

The sword body was smooth, carved from hard spirit wood, imbued with a faint spiritual resonance.

Mo Hua closed his eyes and recalled the sword moves he had observed from the older disciples and the sword-intent prints left on the cliffs of the Sect.

Sword cultivation was about sharpness, momentum, and intent.

For a formation master, the sword was like the engraving pen, and the surrounding space was like the blank paper waiting for a formation to be drawn. Sword intent and formation patterns shared the same origin at their deepest levels.

As he pondered, the spiritual energy in the room began to stir slightly, circulating around the wooden sword in his hand.

Outside the window, the sunlight shifted, casting long shadows across the courtyard.

Little Yu Er had finished playing on the grass and trotted back, sitting quietly outside Mo Hua's door, guarding him like a loyal little beast, not making a sound so as not to disturb his cultivation.

Days passed in this quiet rhythm of studying formations, practicing sword arts, and waiting for the next opportunity to earn Merit Points.

Though the disciples were busy with their respective tasks, the invisible bond among them only grew stronger.

And deep within Mo Hua's sea of consciousness, the stars of his divine sense continued to shine brighter and clearer, preparing him for whatever challenges awaited him when he finally set foot upon the Refining Demon Mountain.