Feng Jun had no idea what Duke Yongyi's Estate thought of him. Two days later, the Spirit-Gathering Formation he had set up for the second time exploded again.
This time, he went straight to Yu Changqing and studied the Spirit-Gathering Formation Plate for quite a while.
It was Yu Changqing's words that reminded him. "This is a Spirit-Gathering Formation Plate. What you want to set up is a Spirit-Gathering Formation. They're not the same, are they?"
"I know where I went wrong!" Feng Jun slapped his thigh hard.
No wonder he had three nodes he simply could not calculate. How could a portable formation plate be the same as a large formation?
What he did not know was that a true grand Spirit-Gathering Formation did more than gather spiritual energy—it also offered some defensive functions. The Spirit-Gathering Formation he had currently set up could only be called an oversized Spirit-Gathering Formation Plate.
Otherwise, why would the people of Duke Yongyi's Estate think the heir had been swindled? A Spirit-Gathering Formation was not set up like that at all.
After Feng Jun understood this, he made measured adjustments instead of following the formation plate's logic completely.
After that, he consumed formation materials at a rate of one explosion per day.
Finally, on the tenth day—after six explosions—Feng Jun activated the formation again.
The next instant, the air trembled, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged over wildly. The commotion was far greater than the Spirit-Gathering Formation at the Blessing Courtyard nearby.
Yu Changqing had just finished breathing exercises and was savoring the lingering effects within the Spirit-Gathering Formation when she suddenly sensed something wrong. She sprang to her feet and looked into the distance. "Huh? He actually succeeded?"
Feng Jun was somewhat dumbfounded as well. *How was its power...