The Quest for Immortality

The painting of heaven shields the sky and obscures the earth, with ink shadows condensing above, displaying nearly a hundred sword-fighting contests, full of ups and downs, fascinating and colorful. .

At the center of the painting, Mo Hua’s figure flickered, and finally appeared slowly.

On the Shangguan family’s platform, Yu Er immediately noticed Mo Hua, her eyes lighting up as she clapped and cheered:

”Brother Mo! Mom, look quickly!”

In a graceful palace attire, the dignified Wenren Wan looked at the painting above, at Mo Hua dressed in a black and dark blue Taixu Sect’s sword discussion Taoist robe, whose gaze was bright and demeanor composed, already displaying an air of confidence before thousands, and revealed a contented smile.

At the same time, amidst the ocean-like crowd of cultivators outside the scene, many eyes, whether bright or dim, simultaneously locked on Mo Hua.

The emotions in these eyes varied.

Some showed anticipation, some filled with curiosity, some amused, and some cold and indifferent...

Yet, there were still many cultivators who couldn’t recognize Mo Hua.

”Who is Mo Hua?”

Among the Taixu Sect, there were five people.

First to exclude was the big guy Cheng Mo, generally speaking, with developed limbs and a simple mind, definitely not a Formation Master.

The remaining four were not easy to identify.

”That guy has a cocky face, rebellious, seems like the prodigal son wreaking havoc in the sect, is he Mo Hua?”

”That’s a disciple of Tai’a Mountain...”

”That one with a cold face, very rude, looking like a ’genius’...”

”That’s the Sword Dao genius from Mount Chongxu, Linghu Xiao.”

”Is it that young man with the Li Fire Sword on his back?”

”Fool, he’s carrying a sword, can he be a Formation Master?”

”Then...”

Everyone looked at each other, then collectively turned their gaze to the last in the group, the young man with a fine appearance, bright eyes and fair teeth, eyebrows like the clear moon and a face akin to the warm sun, immediately evoking a sense of familiarity, like being bathed in spring breeze, slightly shorter.

”Is he... Mo Hua?”

The originally noisy Mount of Tao instantly became silent for a moment.

Many who didn’t know Mo Hua looked confused.

”Wasn’t he said to be extremely gloomy?”

”Wasn’t he said to be a prodigal?”

”Who is this small young man with eyebrows like the clear moon and eyes like stars, clear and sunny?”

”Who said he was a freak, why do I feel... kind of cute?”

”Such a young man, yet an extraordinary Formation genius?” Among the seats, many female disciples and female cultivators, looking at Mo Hua’s bright and lovely face, already had their eyes shining.

Many male disciples and male cultivators had darkened faces, very dissatisfied, muttering:

”Knowing a person by face but not by heart.”

”Looks cute, might also be a freak, appearances can be deceiving, don’t be fooled by the surface of things.”

”That’s right, the more sunny the look, the darker the heart might be...”

”Besides, this is a sword discussion, looks can’t be everything...”

”I want to see what skills this Taixu Sect’s Formation genius, Formation Leader of Qian Learning State Boundary, truly has, daring to participate in the sword discussion, to compete with various talents on martial arts, in Sword Dao contention...”

...

Countless cultivators, countless pairs of eyes, were all fixedly watching Mo Hua.

Mount of Tao, Inner Mountain.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but shiver.

He surveyed the surroundings, through the sky-shielding Formation, through the heaven curtain-like painting, he could vaguely see, around Mount of Tao, densely packed with cultivators, resembling ants covering the mountains and plains, or like a tidal wave, spanning the horizon.

But he couldn’t see clearly, nor could he hear what they were saying.

This was a fifth-grade Large Formation isolating sight and sound, preventing the observing cultivators from disturbing the sword discussion of the disciples within the inner arena.

Simultaneously, this is also a form of Formation protection.

Preventing any lurking Evil Demon Heads among the spectators, or those with unstable minds plotting, from suddenly erupting and slaughtering the sword-fighting talents.

After all, the disciples’ cultivation is just Foundation Establishment.

And the Qian Learning State Boundary is fifth-grade land, capable of accommodating Feather Transformation, even Heaven Void Realm cultivators, exerting full force.

Should such large-scale massacres of the Feather Transformation level and above break out, the ”juvenile” talents would be utterly defenseless, surely resulting in tragic fatalities.

The foundations of the major aristocratic families and sects around the Qian Learning State Boundary would also be greatly damaged.

With the isolation of the Large Formation, seeing unclearly. Mo Hua withdrew his gaze, focusing his attention on the sword discussion conference before him.

This is his first sword discussion.

The opponent is a small sect ranked fairly well among the Qian Learning Hundred Gates, named Qingshuang Sect, whose sect inheritance cultivation technique is called ”Qingshuang Skill.”

And because it’s a ”Yellow” field preliminary match, the competition system is straightforward, and the winning conditions are very easy to understand.

As long as it’s five against five, winning is enough.

The preliminary match terrain is not large, just a small forest.

The two factions wandered around a few times and then met, with the battle breaking out immediately.

Cheng Mo was the first to dash forward.

Ouyang Xuan merged with his sword, attacking from the flanks, Situ Jian providing support.

Linghu Xiao urged Chongxu Sword Qi.

Then, it was over...

The battle was over, and all the opponents had fallen.

From beginning to end, Mo Hua stood in place, not moving, even keeping his hands inside his sleeves.

The battle which broke out swiftly ended just as quickly.

On the painting of heaven, Mo Hua’s team claimed victory, the image disappeared, blurred for a moment, then reformed, starting to broadcast the next sword discussion.

Outside, there was a brief silence.

Within moments, the sound of discussion surged, incessantly.

”No way... is it over already?”

”Is this a joke?”

”This is a sword discussion, and he doesn’t even move his hands?”

”All relying on teammates?”

”Can’t help it, the teammates were too strong, he didn’t even have a chance to make a move...”

”But still, can’t be this passive, at least make a gesture, make a move, give a sense of participation, even if it’s casting a Fireball Technique, at least show he is part of the sword discussion...”