Mo Hua knew very well that he only had a mid-to-low-grade Small Five Elements Spirit Root. This time, heading to Ganxue Prefecture to study, although he had a Sect Entry Token, things might not necessarily be smooth sailing. There would inevitably be some bumps and obstacles.
Even so, Gan Province was a place he had to go.
Cultivating the Dao could never be smooth sailing to begin with.
When soldiers came, generals blocked them; when water came, earth dammed it. To fear no setbacks and press forward without turning back—if one cowered before and behind, one would inevitably lose one's Dao Heart and find it hard to advance any further.
And since he was going to Ganxue Prefecture, he naturally had to be prepared.
In Ganxue Prefecture, sects stood like forests, and heaven's chosen gathered like clouds.
Mo Hua himself was a wandering cultivator, with no birth, no background, and poor spirit roots. If he truly went to Gan Province to enter a sect, he would inevitably suffer cold eyes, contempt, and exclusion.
He had been weak from birth and could not temper his body; his spirit roots were mid-to-low-grade, and his spiritual power was meager. In a head-on clash, he would be at a great disadvantage.
Since that was the case, he had to open another path...
Mo Hua once again remembered his master's instructions:
"In the Nine Provinces of the cultivation world, geniuses emerge in every generation..."
"If you focus on killing and conquest, then you are contending with all those heaven's chosen, which means you are their enemy. They will not give you a pleasant face."
"But if you assist in killing and conquest, you can help them compete against other heaven's chosen. Then, instead, they will have to look at your face."
"The stronger your means