Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2557: Chapter 39: Body Cultivation Mo Hua (Part 2)

Especially now, with the unfavorable situation, Spiritual Cultivators experience even more ”discrimination”.

This way, it’s impossible to get on the ship.

Mo Hua frowned, pondering deeply for a while, thinking to himself:

”What if... I also switch to Body Cultivation?”

But he was born with weak blood qi and had never done any Body Refinement since childhood, how could he switch to Body Cultivation?

If he truly transitioned to Body Cultivation, how would he fight others?

If he rushed forward, he might be killed with a single punch in the blink of an eye.

Mo Hua considered for a long time, and only then gradually made up his mind:

”Foundation Establishment Body Cultivation won’t work, then let’s switch to Qi Refinement Body Cultivation...”

After all, his Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation level is still there, his physical body is weak only compared to Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Compared to Qi Refinement Cultivators, even those at the Qi Refining Ninth Level of Body Cultivation, his physical body is still relatively strong.

Therefore, it’s impossible to compete with Foundation Establishment in Body Refinement, but he can still compare with Qi Refinement.

At this thought, Mo Hua couldn’t help but sigh.

He never expected that one day, as a dignified Heavenly Pride Disciple of the Fifth Grade Taixu Gate at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he would actually have to compare Body Refinement with Qi Refinement Cultivators...

However, under the eaves, people have no choice but to bow their heads.

The situation forced him, and he had no other way.

Mo Hua began to ”transition” to Body Cultivation.

Of course, he couldn’t really switch to Body Cultivation, only pretend to, so he could find a ship to sneak onto and cross the vast Sand Sea.

Since he’s pretending to be a Body Cultivator, he certainly can’t look like this, fair-skinned and frail.

Mo Hua found some light brown ink and covered his entire body, turning it bronze, looking like a poor boy who lived a hard life but with a strong will and piercing eyes.

His physique still looked a bit thin, but there was nothing he could do about that.

Flesh and bulk can’t be trained up simply; there’s no point in faking it either.

After changing his appearance, he needed to learn a few Martial Arts techniques.

Otherwise, merely having ”strength” from the Qi-refining Realm without Body Refinement moves to execute wouldn’t work either.

”But what moves should I use?”

Mo Hua recalled and realized that apart from aspiring to be a Formation Master since childhood, all the Taoist Skills he learned were almost entirely spells, with hardly any martial arts moves.

The only barely-learned martial art move, if Mo Hua remembered correctly, was taught to him long ago during a visit to the Five Elements Sect by his Junior Brother Bai Zisheng:

”Dragon Soaring in the Sky.”

This was a martial art created by Junior Brother Bai Zisheng himself, a light and agile leap into the sky followed by a spear thrust, resembling a dragon, extremely dashing.

But it really was foolish.

Leaping into the sky, striking a pose — dashing indeed, but full of flaws, only serving as a target.

Mo Hua, thinking about it now, still frowned upon it.

But in an instant, his expression grew somewhat wistful.

In the backlash of the fateful evilness, some of his memories have faded, but he still remembered this move clearly now.

Junior Brother...

Scenes from Tongxian City floated into his mind, and he wondered where his bold, chivalrous, and crowd-loving silly Junior Brother was now...

Mo Hua was silent for a moment and couldn’t help but begin practicing the ”Dragon Soaring in the Sky” invented by Junior Brother Bai Zisheng.

After trying it a few times, Mo Hua silently gave up.

It was just too foolish.

Too superficial.

Too many flaws.

For someone like Mo Hua, who always pursued decisive killing, quick, precise, ruthless Taoist Skills, and clean, neat, uncluttered actions, it was simply unacceptable.

Mo Hua then abandoned Bai Zisheng’s self-created, awe-inspiring ”Dragon Soaring in the Sky” move and went to the market town at Dafeng Crossing to buy several commonly-used martial arts books for Qi Refining Body Cultivators.

Such as ”Wind Sand Fist,” ”Benghuo Fist,” ”Earth Splitting Kick,” and so on.

These martial arts techniques, move by move, although not sophisticated, were simple and practical, far superior to that foolish ”Dragon Soaring in the Sky” in Mo Hua’s eyes.

Mo Hua studied and practiced these martial arts moves until he had them down well, then dressed in plain linen robes to ”apply” at the shipyards again.

This time, he couldn’t apply as a ”guard.”

Only those at the Foundation Establishment Realm could be guards.

Qi Refining Body Cultivators could only be odd-job workers.

Luckily, surrounded by heavenly secrets mist and with strong divine sense, ordinary cultivators couldn’t detect his true realm.

Mo Hua first went to several large shipyards.

Because the divisions of various shipyards were clear, the people recruiting ”guards” and those recruiting for odd jobs were not the same stewards.

Mo Hua also disguised himself, altering his appearance.

The bronze-skinned Body Cultivator Mo Hua looked completely different from the previously fair-skinned Spiritual Cultivator Mo Hua, so he wasn’t afraid of being recognized.

But the results were no different.

The Body Cultivator Mo Hua was also rejected.

Large shipyards had strict recruiting standards for ”odd jobs” as well.

Moreover, Mo Hua was too ”thin,” making him stand out among the physically robust Body Cultivators, easily ”filtered” out by the stewards.

Mo Hua was already somewhat angry.

At some point, he almost wanted to use the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, but he managed to restrain his evil thoughts.

These were ordinary cultivators, really unable to withstand being toyed with by the ”Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.”

Once an ordinary cultivator was possessed by the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, Mo Hua couldn’t guarantee what their nature might turn into or if they could ever be normal again.

Mo Hua could only settle for the next best option, trying his luck at some medium-sized shipyards.

Medium-sized shipyards were still picky with him.

Mo Hua settled for an even lesser option, going to a small shipyard that couldn’t even afford a plaque, with only a flag hanging.