Mo Hua was still somewhat unused to being called "Senior Martial Brother" by a crowd of fellow disciples—some about his age, some a year or two older than him, and some who at least looked older than him.
These disciples called him that in a coy, awkward way too.
As if they felt ashamed, their voices were like mosquitoes, terrified someone might hear.
But this was Elder Xun's will.
Elder Xun was virtuous and highly respected. Even some true-transmission Elders of the Inner Sect did not dare lightly defy his words.
All the more so for newly admitted Outer Sect disciples like them.
But the first time was strange, the second time familiar.
Calling and calling, they got used to it.
After a few more times, they became practiced at it.
Only, some people were still unconvinced deep down.
Occasionally, there would be a few "thorn-heads" who found some excuse to "provoke" Mo Hua.
Mo Hua did not take them to heart. He did not need to make much of a move; he only had to bring out Elder Xun's name, take out the Authority of "Senior Martial Brother," and assign them some extra Array Technique coursework.
These "thorn-head" disciples immediately became perfectly obedient.
The Divine Consciousness of early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators ranged between Ten-Pattern and Thirteen-Pattern.
These disciples had just entered Foundation Establishment. Most had only Ten-Pattern or Eleven-Pattern Divine Consciousness. Drawing one or two arrays was fine, but if they drew too many, it truly made them "wish they were dead."
Mo Hua drew arrays every day, so his grasp of the amount of Divine Consciousness was extremely precise.
The coursework he assigned was just enough that they could draw it, but only barely; it would be very painful, yet not to the point of injuring their Sea