Chapter 1 Ink Painting

The tenth day of the ninth month in the twenty-second year of the Taoist calendar.

Tongxian City, the outer mountain of Tongxian Gate.

The ten-year-old Mo Hua, wearing a simple outer sect disciple's robe, squatted behind a huge rock at the foot of the mountain, bored, holding a grass root in his hand, and buried his head in drawing complex patterns on the ground.

At the hour of Mao, the disciples of the sect who were studying went up the mountain one after another, in groups of two or three, talking and laughing.

A fat boy with a fat face and small eyes, wearing an outer sect standard Taoist robe and precious jade ornaments, accompanied by two or three followers, found Mo Hua happily drawing something behind the rock.

The fat boy looked left and right, and found that there was no figure of the sect's instructor, so he shrank his head and shouted:

"Mo Hua!"

Mo Hua raised his head, revealing a handsome little face, with clear eyes as if holding a pool of clear water.

The little fat boy lowered his voice and said, "I'm done?"

The ten-year-old Mo Hua patted his chest like an adult and said, "I'll do it, don't worry about it." After that, he took out several arrays from the storage bag behind him, white paper and red ink, and handed them to the little fat boy.

"Take a look to see if there is anything wrong."

The little fat boy took it solemnly, opened the copy, took a serious look, and then said with a bitter face:

"I don't understand..."

Mo Hua patiently explained:

"The homework assigned by the teacher is the basic array pattern of the five elements array. I drew it for you, and I made six mistakes on purpose to prevent the teacher from seeing that these array patterns were not drawn by you..."

"Six... Isn't it a bit too many mistakes..."

Mo Hua looked at him silently.

The little fat boy realized his mistake and reflected:

"Don't be too greedy. I'm lucky to hand in the homework assigned by the teacher. If I do it too well, it will arouse suspicion. Once the teacher finds out and my father knows, he will definitely beat me up. It's not worth it, not worth it..."

Mo Hua nodded and said, "You are worthy of being Master An. You figured it out so quickly!"

The little fat boy stuffed two spirit stones into Mo Hua's hand, "Brother Mo, you have a good eye and know that I am smart! I'll give you the spirit stones. I will find you next time the teacher assigns a formation homework!"

After saying that, he put the formation in his arms and ran up the mountain.

Mo Hua carefully put away the two spirit stones, pulled up a piece of grass roots again, and continued to draw on the ground.

After a while, another thin young man came with a gold-sprinkled paper fan. He had a mean face and more jade pendants on his body.

Mo Hua also gave him a formation map. The thin young man glanced at the formation map and gave a look to the servant. The servant took it and handed Mo Hua two spirit stones.

The thin young man took the formation map, but he didn't leave. He suddenly put away his paper fan and said arrogantly: "This young master is also very good at formations, but I don't have time to do these basic formations, so I asked you to write for me."

Mo Hua didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up the grass roots and continued to draw on the ground.

The thin young man was a little annoyed, and sneered: "It is said that among the cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining in Tongxianmen, you are the best at drawing formations. I wonder how you compare with this young master. Let's compete when we have time?"

Mo Hua thought to himself, you asked me to help you write the formation homework, what do you think of your own level?

However, adhering to the principle of making money through harmony, Mo Hua still raised his head and praised him with nice words:

"Of course, your attainments in formations are much higher. The Qian family is the largest family in Tongxian City, and the inheritance of formations is not comparable to other cultivators."

The thin young man's expression was slightly relieved, and he asked again: "Then tell me, among the cultivators in the early stage of Qi training in Tongxian Sect, is there anyone whose formation level can compare with mine?"

"Yes, there are..."

The thin young man was unhappy, "Who are they?"

"For example, me..." Of course, Mo Hua would not say such words foolishly.

"It's a bit too much, I can't count them at the moment."

The thin young man was obviously angry.

"This is a good thing!" Mo Hua lied with his eyes open.

The thin young man sneered, "There are many people who have a worse family background than me, have fewer spirit stones than me, but have better formations than me. Do you want to say that I am naturally stupid and cannot compare to others? What's the good thing about this?"

Mo Hua said, "The cultivators in Tongxian City, no matter how talented they are and how well they learn, will eventually have to enter the Wanbao Building of the Qian family to refine weapons, elixirs and formations for your Qian family..."

"Think about it, you are just practicing Qi, and there are cultivators who have built foundations to work for you. You are only a first-grade formation master, and there are second-grade formation masters. It's so impressive that the formation master obeys your orders! The stronger the ability of the monks under you, the greater your ability will be! "

The thin young man was stunned, and then he suddenly realized, "It seems to make sense!"

"Got it."

The thin young man nodded, looked at the countless monks at the foot of the mountain, and raised his neck higher:

"Not bad! Not bad! No matter how talented you are, no matter how hard you practice, don't you still have to work for my Qian family in the end?"

The stern-looking young man Qian said and walked away with his head held high.

After fooling the young man of the Qian family away, Mo Hua continued to practice formations with grass roots on the ground.

After a while, several rich monks came over, exchanged money and goods, and bought several formations from Mo Hua with spirit stones. When Mo Hua's handwritten formations were traded, he already had twelve spirit stones in his hand.

Twelve spirit stones are already a lot for casual cultivators, but for cultivation, it is still far from enough.

Mo Hua sighed, with a trace of helplessness on his young face.

The lower-level cultivators have no hope of practicing Taoism...

In the first year of the Dao calendar, more than 20,000 years ago, the largest force in the cultivation world, the Dao Court, unified the nine states of cultivation, conferred titles on the noble families and sects, established a unified rank system, and standardized the levels of the cultivation industry.

The Dao Court also promulgated the "Dao Law" to restrict cultivators, so that they could not kill indiscriminately, rob, or collect essences.

The cultivation world took advantage of this to develop and enjoyed peace for more than 20,000 years. It was extremely prosperous, with a vast territory and countless cultivators.

However, the Dao Court was prosperous, the noble families were well-fed, and the sects dominated one side.

Only the lower-level scattered cultivators had no one to rely on, lived in poverty, and had no hope of practicing Taoism.

The cultivation world has been thriving for more than 20,000 years, and mortals without spiritual roots have gradually been eliminated naturally. The remaining ones are all cultivators with spiritual roots who can practice Taoism. But the more cultivators there are, the more spiritual energy they consume, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is exhausted.

Nowadays, if a cultivator wants to practice Taoism, he needs both inheritance and spiritual stones.

However, the big families occupy the spiritual mines, the lower-level cultivators are short of spiritual stones, and the big sects monopolize the inheritance, so ordinary cultivators have no way to practice Taoism.

In Tongxian City, most of the cultivators have neither inheritance nor spiritual stones, and they can only be cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm throughout their lives.

The Qi Refining Realm is just a humble ant under the vast heaven.

And Mo Hua is one of these hundreds of millions of ants.

And it is very likely that he will be one for his whole life!

Mo Hua's young face was slightly bitter.

The heaven may be equal, but practicing Taoism is definitely not equal...

Mo Hua is a Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator, born in a Qi Refining Realm cultivator family, and his parents are both in the Qi Refining Realm.

His father, Mo Shan, makes a living by hunting monsters. He needs to fight monsters all day long, and his body is covered with scars. His mother helps in the kitchen in the dining hall, and is invaded by the fire from the stove, and often has lung pain and dry coughs.

And all the spiritual stones that his parents saved by eating frugally were just to allow Mo Hua to enter the outer sect of Tongxian Sect to practice.

But no matter how much Mo Hua practiced, his lower-middle-grade spiritual roots, although slightly better than ordinary people, were destined to be just an ordinary member in the world of geniuses.

No matter how much he practiced, he might just be a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm.

With a difficult family background and no spiritual stones, Mo Hua could only leave the sect after reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining like ordinary disciples, and then find a way to learn a craft to make a living.

But Mo Hua was born weak!

The skills of refining equipment and hunting monsters that Qi Refining cultivators rely on for a living generally only require strong physical cultivators. Mo Hua, who was born weak, might not even be able to find a job to make a living.

If he gets married and has children in the future, the burden will increase, and all the spiritual stones will be used to support the family.

Without spiritual stones for cultivation, Mo Hua's cultivation will stagnate forever, and he will be just a Qi Refining cultivator for his whole life.

Just like all the poor and scattered cultivators in Tongxian City.

Just like the hundreds of millions of low-level cultivators in this cultivation world.

Just a life of Qi training!

The ten-year-old Mo Hua sighed, put his mind in order, and went to the sect to attend classes. After a day of cultivation, Mo Hua returned to the disciples' residence, read some Taoist scriptures, and lay down on the bed at midnight.

When Mo Hua closed his eyes, a broken stele appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There were no words on the broken stele, but it seemed that from the first glance at it, Mo Hua knew the name of the stele:

Taoist stele!

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