Chapter 145 Threshold (3rd Update)

Mo Hua chatted with An Xiaopang for a while, and Zhang Lan found him and said he was leaving, asking Mo Hua if he wanted to leave.

Mo Hua said goodbye to An Xiaopang, who was reluctant to leave, so Mo Hua asked him to think more about what he wanted to do when he had time.

People can only rely on themselves in the end.

An Xiaopang nodded solemnly.

Mo Hua and his friends left the An family, but Zhang Lan and Situ Fang did not go back. Instead, they followed Mo Hua to Mo Hua’s restaurant, and spent spirit stones to buy a lot of wine and meat, saying they would take them back to eat.

Their behavior puzzled Mo Hua.

Spending spirit stones to treat Mo Hua to spirit food, but not eating it himself, and then running to Mo Hua’s house to spend spirit stones to buy meat!

Mo Hua didn’t know what to say.

But they had a lot of spirit stones, so let them do it.

Zhang Lan didn’t like spirit food, but Situ Fang had tasted the beef that Mo Hua brought in the mountains before, so she couldn’t forget it.

The two of them bought a few pounds of monster meat each, and then said goodbye to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua remembered that he still had the spiritual food from the Lingshan Building in his storage bag.

There were still a lot of chicken, duck, fish and meat.

Mo Hua taught his mother about the spiritual food.

Liu Ruhua gave some to Aunt Meng, Aunt Jiang and other neighbors, and then kept some for herself. She made it again in the evening and let Mo Hua taste it.

Mo Hua ate it and nodded, and then he felt that the taste was right.

In the next few days, Mo Hua practiced the formation as usual.

One morning, Mo Hua was meditating and practicing, and in a trance, he felt that his meridians were trembling.

Mo Hua immediately took out more spirit stones and absorbed them quietly.

After an unknown period of time, his cultivation broke through.

Mo Hua's mood was complicated.

Trying hard to break through may not necessarily lead to a breakthrough, but practicing without distraction will lead to a breakthrough.

Sure enough, practicing Taoism is a matter of accumulation and success.

But he finally reached the sixth level of Qi Refining!

Mo Hua was in high spirits.

He felt that his spiritual power had improved a step further, and the shackles that restricted his spiritual power were also unconsciously unlocked.

Mo Hua lifted the quilt, and there were storage bags on the bedside, and the storage bags were full of jade bottles, and the jade bottles were full of demon blood!

There were more than a thousand bottles!

Mo Hua wanted to use these more than a thousand bottles of demon blood to comprehend the nine array patterns and cross the threshold of becoming a first-grade array master!

Mo Hua opened the "Thousand Array Atlas" and found a formation.

First-grade golden armor array!

This is what Mo Hua wants to learn, the first array with nine array patterns.

Mo Hua had already memorized the array pattern, but he couldn't draw it before because his spiritual power was not enough.

Now that Mo Hua has become a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator, his spiritual power has been greatly enhanced, and he can try to draw a nine-pattern array.

Mo Hua calmed down, spread out the paper, mixed the spiritual ink, dipped the pen in ink, and began to formally draw the first-grade golden armor array.

Mo Hua painted the first eight array patterns with ease and without any obstacles, but before he had drawn a few strokes of the ninth array pattern, he felt that his spiritual sense was not enough.

"No way..."

Mo Hua was dumbfounded. When his spiritual sense was almost exhausted, he only drew eight and a half array patterns.

"Why is there such a big difference?"

Mo Hua put down his pen, held his chin, and began to think.

Logically speaking, his realm has been improved, and his spiritual sense will also be strengthened accordingly. Why can't his spiritual sense draw more than half an array pattern now?

He originally thought that even if he couldn't draw the array of nine array patterns directly, he could draw a rough outline, and he would have time to practice a few more times, and it would be almost right.

Now it seems that it is not that simple.

Mo Hua frowned, then meditated, and used meditation to restore his spiritual sense. After that, he tried a few more times, but the effect was not ideal.

In the afternoon, he went to Zhuju to find Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang looked at Mo Hua with a complicated look and asked, "How many array patterns did you draw?"

"Nine."

"What about your cultivation?"

"Sixth level..."

Mo Hua didn't understand why Mr. Zhuang asked this.

Mr. Zhuang sighed in his heart and said, "How can the breakthrough from the fifth level to the sixth level of Qi Refining make up for the spiritual awareness gap between eight and nine array patterns?"

"Isn't there only one realm difference?"

"There is only one realm difference between the ninth level of Qi Refining and the foundation building."

Mo Hua smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Zhuang said patiently, "In each major realm, the closer you get to the end, the slower your cultivation and spiritual awareness will improve, and the greater the gap between realms will be."

"So is the gap between eight array patterns and nine array patterns greater than before?" Mo Hua asked.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "Generally speaking, nine array patterns are the limit for a first-grade array master."

"To draw nine array patterns in one thought, you need to have extremely high brushwork, memory of the array diagram, comprehension of the array core, and the strength and control of your spiritual consciousness..."

"From eight array patterns to nine array patterns, it seems to be just the last step, but the gap is quite large. Some array masters have been hesitating here for a lifetime, just one step away from entering the rank, but this step may not be passed in a lifetime."

Mr. Zhuang was quite emotional.

Mo Hua was a little nervous. He would not have to cross this threshold for a lifetime.

Mr. Zhuang saw through Mo Hua's thoughts and tapped his forehead. "How old are you? Why are you in a hurry? Just go back and draw more and practice more."

When Mr. Zhuang said this, Mo Hua felt relieved.

I just need to keep drawing arrays. Sometimes the dumbest way is the best way.

Mo Hua nodded.

After Mo Hua left, a breeze blew in the bamboo room, and Old Kui appeared behind Mr. Zhuang and asked curiously:

"How long will it take him to reach this threshold?"

Mr. Zhuang said: "At least three or four days, at most half a month."

Old Kui was silent, and finally couldn't help but said: "You call this a threshold?"

Ten days and half a month will do, this is not a threshold, not even a stumbling block...

Mr. Zhuang said indifferently: "The realm breakthrough has untied the shackles on his consciousness, and the limit of his consciousness growth has been relaxed. Now his consciousness is not enough. After ten days or so, he will practice the formation method, and his consciousness will be enhanced. These nine formation patterns will not be difficult."

Old Kui was speechless.

Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows, "Nine array patterns are indeed a threshold for other cultivators, but Mo Hua has practiced too many arrays, and this threshold is actually nothing for him."

Old Kui said unhappily: "Why did you say so much nonsense just now?"

Mr. Zhuang's expression became playful, and he smiled slightly:

"I just teased him and told him not to be proud."

After returning home, Mo Hua followed Mr. Zhuang's instructions seriously, calmed down, and practiced arrays peacefully.

After practicing for a while, he really felt that his spiritual awareness had been strengthened, and he could draw more array patterns of the golden armor array.

Mo Hua was refreshed and encouraged, and continued to draw.

In this way, his spiritual awareness was stronger every day, and he drew more array patterns every day.

After ten days, Mo Hua naturally drew the golden armor array, and it felt like a ripe fruit, and it was a natural result.

But Mo Hua frowned.

It didn't seem as difficult as Mr. Zhuang said.

Isn't it said that there is a threshold between the eight and nine array patterns? Where is the threshold?

Mo Hua thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember where the threshold was.

"What's going on?"

Mo Hua was a little confused, and frowned even more.

Where is the threshold...