The Quest for Immortality

The Wanxiao Sect and Taixu Gate only have ordinary sect relations.

Interactions between the disciples of the two sides are also not frequent, and there are no particularly deep ”enmities.”

Today’s meeting is merely a sword discussion.

It’s normal to encounter each other at the entrance.

At most, it’s only because of Duanmu Qing’s appearance and demeanor that people might be momentarily distracted.

Duanmu Qing’s expression is as calm as water.

She’s long become accustomed to the eyes of the world’s men, whether they are amazed, admiring, or shocked, with her heart remaining unwavering.

Duanmu Qing slightly raises her snow-white neck, her clear and cold gaze directed forward, stepping with a dignified elegance, and leading other equally impressive disciples of the Wanxiao Sect straight towards the Inner Mountain.

Her attire is a beautiful five-colored robe, her appearance transcending the mundane, her posture graceful, carrying an aura like an unapproachable snow mountain, deterring any conversation.

Thus, disciples from both sects passed by each other.

From start to finish, there was no exchange of words.

However, as they passed by, Duanmu Qing’s gaze still inadvertently glanced at Mo Hua.

Firstly, Mo Hua has brows like a painting, with an equally outstanding appearance and demeanor.

Secondly, Mo Hua’s stature is not tall, making him ”stand out” among an assembly of genius cultivators.

Thirdly, Mo Hua, despite having a poor reputation and much controversy, is actually very famous.

Not to mention the deeds he’s done, the grudges he’s made, and the ”shaming” of those prodigies during the Sword Discussion Conference...

Just with the identity of ”Formation Leader,” he is already legendary.

He truly is the first in Qianxue Formation studies.

He earned this title during the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, which is nearly unbelievable.

Even someone like Duanmu Qing, such a celestial beauty untouched by worldly affairs, couldn’t possibly not have heard of Mo Hua’s name.

Of course, that’s all there is to it.

Duanmu Qing merely took a shallow glance at Mo Hua out of her peripheral vision and then walked away.

Yet that shallow gaze left an impression on Mo Hua’s eyes.

Mo Hua pondered over this gaze, feeling slightly stunned, and couldn’t help but mutter:

”Is my Taoist Heart... sullied?”

His voice was very light, almost a subconscious utterance.

Even Linghu Xiao and the others around him didn’t hear clearly what he said.

However, Duanmu Qing, who had already passed by, stopped in her tracks, slowly turned her head back, and coldly looked at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also looked at Duanmu Qing.

His gaze was clear and transparent, seemingly able to mirror Duanmu Qing’s figure.

Furthermore, it carried a profound and thorough depth.

Duanmu Qing, for a moment, felt as if her innermost thoughts were being penetrated, experiencing an inexplicable feeling of ”inferiority.”

What followed was deep-seated shame and anger pressed in her heart.

Her originally cold and beautiful face was suddenly covered with frost.

A chilling murderous intent was almost palpable; her eyes, clear as glass, were incredibly cold and mixed with deep-seated disgust as they fixated on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was stunned.

What does this mean?

Before he could react, an astonishing spirit pressure rose from Duanmu Qing.

The power of the five elements—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—radiated brilliantly, resembling the splendor of the heavens, making Duanmu Qing appear like a deity.

Her eyes were extremely sharp, her body emanated a terrifying, beautiful killing intent.

The powerful Five Elements Taoist Skill carried immense power, tightly locking onto Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was genuinely shocked this time.

Superior Wanxiao Magic?!

”Could it be... this woman... is she trying to kill me?”

”This is not the sword discussion arena...”

”Is she crazy?”

Mo Hua instinctively tapped the ground with his foot, performing the Water Passing Step, retreating several yards.

His junior brothers were equally shocked and confused, but they instinctively protected him.

Cheng Mo took the lead, standing in front of Mo Hua.

Linghu Xiao prepared the Chongxu Sword Skill.

Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan also began to arouse sword qi.

Within the weaving spiritual power, the atmosphere became tense and confrontational.

Duanmu Qing wore a cold smile, pointed with her fingers, ready to cast a spell to obliterate Mo Hua.

Just at this moment, a hoarse and booming voice echoed:

”Nonsense!”

Crystal-clear spirit pressure, carrying the powerful pressure of a True Man, suddenly descended upon Duanmu Qing and Linghu Xiao and the others, sealing off everyone’s spiritual power auras and cutting off the flow of Taoist Skills and Swordsmanship.

Everyone’s expressions changed.

But the killing intent in Duanmu Qing’s eyes yet persisted, and she even attempted to cast a spell.

An elderly elder walked out of the Inner Mountain, sternly scolding: .

”Mount of Tao holds sacred ground; there will be no wantonness!”

”As sect prodigies, how can this be?!”

”Try causing trouble again, break the rules, and I’ll judge you all negatively!”

Duanmu Qing remained silent for a moment, secretly biting her teeth, finally retracted her killing intent and spiritual power, collected her sleeves, and respectfully bowed:

”Forgive us, Elder.”

Her voice was clear and crisp, like the shattering of a silver bottle.

The elder’s muddy eyes silently glanced at her, his face expressionless, but in his heart, he was rattled, wondering why Duanmu Qing, always cold and indifferent, who never takes anything to heart, today showed such a big temper?

The elder of Mount of Tao looked over at Mo Hua, who had distanced himself, feeling astonished.

”Could it be... Mo Hua offended her?”

”That’s impossible...”

”With Mo Hua’s appearance, even if he did offend her, it wouldn’t be a loss...”

The elder of Mount of Tao muttered inwardly, but outwardly maintained a stern face, solemnly warning:

”Within Mount of Tao, no disturbances are allowed.”

”If you must fight, do it later at the sword discussion arena. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Duanmu Qing bowed.

Mo Hua and the others all bowed respectfully and said, ”Yes, Elder.”

Seeing this, the elder of Mount of Tao nodded slightly and slowly retreated.