Asking about longevity

The relationship between the Myriad Clouds Sect and the Taiyi Sect was merely that of ordinary sects.

There wasn't much interaction between the disciples of both sides, and there were no particular "grudges."

Today was just a sword debate.

It was normal to meet at the entrance.

At most, it was just that Duanmu Qing's appearance and temperament made people a little distracted.

Duanmu Qing's expression was as calm as water.

She was already accustomed to the gazes of men in the world, whether they were amazed, admiring, or shocked, and her heart would not waver in the slightest.

Duanmu Qing slightly raised her snow-white neck, her clear and cold eyes looked forward, and with dignified and elegant steps, she led the other talented disciples of the Myriad Clouds Sect straight into the inner mountain.

She wore a beautiful five-colored robe, her appearance was otherworldly, her figure was graceful, and she carried a snow-mountain-like, awe-inspiring, and inviolable aura, making people daunted and unable to strike up a conversation.

In this way, the disciples of the two sects brushed past each other.

From beginning to end, no one said anything.

But when they brushed past each other, Duanmu Qing's gaze, after all, glanced at Mo Hua intentionally or unintentionally.

First, Mo Hua's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and his appearance and temperament were equally outstanding.

Second, Mo Hua was not tall, and among the geniuses of cultivators, he seemed "outstanding."

Third, although Mo Hua's reputation was not good and there were many controversies, his fame was actually extremely great.

Not to mention the things he did in the Sword Debate Tournament, the enemies he made, and the geniuses he "humiliated"...

Even the identity of "Chief Array Master" was legendary enough.

This was the real number one formation master of Qianxue.

Moreover, he obtained the title when he was only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, which was almost unbelievable.

Even Duanmu Qing, such a celestial fairy who "does not eat the food of mortals," could not have never heard of Mo Hua's name.

Of course, that was all.

Duanmu Qing only glanced at Mo Hua with the corner of her eye, and then brushed past him.

But her shallow gaze was imprinted in Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua pondered this gaze, his heart slightly startled, and he couldn't help but mutter:

"Is the Dao Heart... dirty?"

His voice was very soft, and it was almost an unconscious outburst.

Linghuxiao and the others beside him didn't even hear what he said clearly.

But Duanmu Qing, who had already brushed past him, stopped, slowly turned her head, and looked at Mo Hua with eyes as cold as swords.

Mo Hua also looked at Duanmu Qing.

His eyes were clear and bottomless, as if they could reflect Duanmu Qing's figure.

Moreover, they carried a deep and thoroughness.

For a moment, Duanmu Qing actually had a feeling of being seen through, and a sense of inexplicable "self-deprecation."

What followed was the deep shame, hatred, and anger pressed in her heart.

Her originally clear and beautiful face instantly covered with frost.

The power of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, was brilliant and dazzling, like the radiance of the nine heavens, setting off Duanmu Qing as a god for a moment.

Her eyes were incomparably sharp, and her whole body exuded a beautiful and terrifying killing intent.

The powerful Five Elements Dao technique, with extremely strong power, locked onto Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was really shocked now.

Superior Myriad Clouds technique?!

"No... this woman... doesn't want to kill me, does she?"

"This is not the Sword Debate Arena..."

"Is she crazy?"

Mo Hua subconsciously tapped his feet and used the Fleeting Water Step to retreat several feet.

His junior brothers were equally shocked and stunned, but they subconsciously protected him.

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

Linghuxiao accumulated the Void Sword Art.

Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan also began to activate their sword energy.

As spiritual power intertwined, the atmosphere became tense.

Duanmu Qing smiled coldly, pointed her finger, and immediately wanted to activate the spell to kill Mo Hua.

At this moment, an old and deep voice sounded:

"Nonsense!"

Crystalline, feather-like spiritual power, with the incomparably powerful pressure of a Real Person, instantly descended on Duanmu Qing and Linghuxiao and the others, sealing everyone's spiritual power and qi, and cutting off the flow of Dao techniques and sword techniques.

Everyone's expression changed.

But in Duanmu Qing's eyes, the killing intent still did not diminish, and she even wanted to activate the spell.

From within the inner mountain, an elderly elder walked out and sternly rebuked:

"The Dao Discussion Mountain is an important place, and no recklessness is allowed!"

"As a sect's heavenly pride, what kind of system is this?"

"If you dare to cause trouble again and break the rules, I will judge you all to have lost!"

Duanmu Qing was silent for a moment, bit her silver teeth secretly, and then restrained her killing intent and spiritual power, bowed her sleeves, and saluted:

"Elder, please forgive me."

Her voice was clear and cold, like a silver bottle bursting open.

The elder's eyes were turbid, he silently glanced at her, his face was expressionless, but his heart was pounding, thinking that Duanmu Qing had always been a cold and otherworldly girl, and she didn't care about anything, how could she have such a big fire today?

The elder of Dao Discussion Mountain looked at Mo Hua, who was hiding far away, and was surprised in his heart.

"Could it be... that Mo Hua, this stinky brat, molested her?"

"That's not possible..."

"With Mo Hua's appearance, it wouldn't be a loss if he molested her..."

The elder of Dao Discussion Mountain muttered in his heart, of course, on the surface, he was still serious, and warned sternly:

"No trouble is allowed within Dao Discussion Mountain."

"If you want to fight, go to the Sword Debate Arena later. Otherwise, don't blame me for not being merciful."

Duanmu Qing cupped her hands.

Mo Hua and the others also saluted and said, "Yes, Elder."

Seeing this, the elder of Dao Discussion Mountain nodded slightly and slowly retreated.

The atmosphere gradually calmed down.

Duanmu Qing turned her head, glanced at Mo Hua coldly, and in her autumn-water-like eyes, there was still an undisguised killing intent.

Mo Hua was startled again, thinking that this woman was going to kill him again.

But after all, the words of the elder of Dao Discussion Mountain still had some deterrent effect.

The rules of Dao Discussion Mountain were also relatively strict.

Outside the Sword Debate Arena, disciples were strictly prohibited from fighting.

If any more incidents were caused, no matter what the Four Great Sects or the Eight Great Sects were, these elders of Dao Discussion Mountain would never show mercy.

Duanmu Qing slowly took a breath, stared at Mo Hua, chanted his name, and murmured in a low voice:

"Mo Hua... I've remembered you."

Then she said nothing more, turned around and left, leaving only a graceful back.

The other disciples of the Myriad Clouds Sect also followed.

After Duanmu Qing had gone far, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Linghuxiao and the others also felt a little relieved.

But then, everyone's eyes gathered on Mo Hua.

Cheng Mo silently looked at Mo Hua and asked curiously, "Senior Brother, do you know this... Duanmu Fairy?"

Mo Hua shook his head.

"There were no grudges before?"

"No..."

"Then she just now... wanted to kill you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It seems so."

Cheng Mo didn't understand a bit.

The first time they met, she wanted to kill Senior Brother?

Situ Jian was careful and asked, "Senior Brother, did you say something to her just now?"

Mo Hua didn't deny it, and nodded, "I saw that there was a problem with her cultivation, so I kindly reminded her."

Cheng Mo was curious: "What did you remind her of?"

"I..."

Before Mo Hua could speak, Situ Jian immediately stopped him, "Don't say it, Senior Brother, don't let anyone say it."

Senior Brother only said one sentence, and Duanmu Fairy of the Myriad Clouds Sect couldn't wait to kill him on the spot.

If Senior Brother said this sentence, and they all heard it, then by that time, all of them would probably be resented.

So, it's better not to say it.

This sentence carries the naked "killing intent" of the number one genius of the Myriad Clouds Sect, they don't have Senior Brother's pattern, and they are not worthy to know.

At the same time, Situ Jian also sighed in his heart, and sighed:

"Senior Brother is indeed Senior Brother, born with a mocking holy body."

"With just one sentence, he can make the always cold and aloof celestial fairy hate him so much that she wants to kill him..."

Cheng Mo also sighed.

But in his sigh, there was more admiration:

"Senior Brother is indeed Senior Brother, with just one sentence, he can make the number one celestial fairy of Qianxue 'remember' him..."

Mo Hua looked depressed.

Situ Jian thought for a moment, and then said: "Senior Brother, you have to be careful in the sword debate later. This Duanmu Qing probably won't let you go."

Linghuxiao also looked at Mo Hua with some worry.

Cheng Mo was also, but in his worry, there was a bit of envy.

Mo Hua frowned, "It shouldn't be..."

This is the Sword Debate Tournament, she is at least a genius of the sect, she can't "take revenge"...

......

Afterwards, the formal sword debate began.

Duanmu Qing was catching Mo Hua to kill the entire time.

All kinds of mid-level and even high-level spells, secretly passed down from the Myriad Clouds Sect, were thrown at Mo Hua like money was no object.

She couldn't wait to tear Mo Hua into pieces.

The mountains and rocks were split by golden light.

The trees were scorched by fire.

The mud was swallowed by quicksand.

The entire sword debate arena was subjected to the dense and turbulent "spell bombardment" of Duanmu Qing, the top spell genius of the Myriad Clouds Sect, and immediately began to deform.

Even Mo Hua could only rely on his movement technique to escape in a sorry state.

He could be considered to have experienced the power of the top spiritual cultivator for the first time.

In his previous understanding, Senior Sister Murong Caiyun's Taiyi Radiant Light spell was already strong enough.

But Duanmu Qing's spell attainments were obviously even higher.

Duanmu Qing had noble blood, was a direct descendant of the fifth-grade Duanmu family, had a superior-grade spiritual root, and cultivated a superior-grade cultivation method.

The cultivation method cycle was also cultivated to the extreme, and her spiritual power was as vast as the sea.

Moreover, the type of spiritual root that Duanmu Qing had was the supreme Grand Five Elements spiritual root.

The Grand Five Elements spiritual root and Mo Hua's "Small Five Elements spiritual root" looked like they only differed by one word, but the gap between the two was like heaven and earth.

The Grand Five Elements spiritual root had high spiritual root quality, large spiritual power capacity, and the five elements generated and restrained each other, forming a unified cycle, and it also had a strong affinity for the five elements.

Cultivators with this type of spiritual root naturally had a higher understanding of the laws of the five elements of heaven and earth.

They learned five elements spells faster, and the spells they cast were also more powerful.

In comparison, Mo Hua's Small Five Elements spiritual root was extremely simple.

The only feature was that he could learn five elements spells.

Besides that, it was just a "raw" spiritual root, with nothing else.

Comparing the two, Duanmu Qing's Greater Five Elements spiritual root was like a top-tier luxury mansion, while Mo Hua's Lesser Five Elements spiritual root was purely a dilapidated, unfinished shack.

Furthermore, Duanmu Qing's spells and Dao lineage were quite similar to Mo Hua's.

Duanmu Qing came from the Myriad Clouds Sect and cultivated the Myriad Clouds Sect's "Myriad Clouds Dao Method," which had a similar effect to Mo Hua's "Proficient in All Arts."

Of course, Duanmu Qing's spells weren't as fast as Mo Hua's.

The flow of the Five Elements wasn't as natural as Mo Hua's either.

However, the spells she cultivated were of a higher grade, covered a larger area, and were more powerful. With a superior spiritual root, a superior cultivation method, and the support of a vast amount of spiritual power from countless cycles of the heavens, her full-force display transformed the entire mountain peak into a flowing "river" of spells for a time.

Inside the Sword Debate Arena, magical streams of light covered the ground.

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Explosions rose and fell one after another.

Mo Hua was "fleeing with his head in his hands."

Outside the Sword Debate Arena, the audience applauded and cheered, feeling a sense of satisfaction!

"Excellent! As expected of Immortal Duanmu!"

"Using his own methods against him, blasting Mo Hua, that brat, to death with spells!"

"Let that kid be arrogant and despicable every day; now he's finally getting his comeuppance."

Someone exclaimed, "Immortal Duanmu's spells are truly unparalleled..."

Someone yearned wistfully, "Not only powerful, but also beautiful."

"Beautiful, with an ethereal grace, untouched by worldly affairs."

"If only Immortal Duanmu could glance at me once, just once..."

"Can you be a little more ambitious?"

"Exactly..."

There were also some more ambitious young talents who sighed:

"I only wish that in this life, I could compete with Immortal Duanmu in the Sword Debate Tournament, display everything I've learned before her, and compete with her, even if I ultimately die at the hands of the Immortal, I would have no regrets..."

Their words were filled with sighs and a hint of tragic grandeur.

The watching disciples of the various sects, thinking about being able to debate and fight with the lofty Immortal, who seemed to reside on the peak of an icy mountain, untouched by worldly dust,

thinking about the scene of their Dao techniques intertwining,

thinking about the desolate and poignant image of dying at the hands of the Immortal, actually felt a trace of envy and longing.

But soon, someone spoke a harsh truth:

"Your wish... seems to have been fulfilled by that brat Mo Hua."

Like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, everyone's face immediately darkened.

Mo Hua, as the sect's pride, had a sword debate with the Immortal.

He had even exchanged blows with the Immortal using spells.

Now, he was indeed about to die at the hands of the Immortal.

Their "wish," which they couldn't obtain, was indeed only one step away from being realized by Mo Hua, that brat, which was "dying at the hands of Duanmu Qing."

Some young talents felt as if they had swallowed a fly, and their hearts inexplicably felt a little sour.

Many people even began to silently say in their hearts:

"It's fine if Mo Hua dies at the hands of anyone else, but he must not die at the hands of Immortal Duanmu, otherwise it would really be a bargain for him..."

...

Inside the Sword Debate Arena.

Mo Hua, who was focused on the sword debate, didn't know what these people were thinking.

But he was really speechless.

Wasn't it said that this was a "cold and aloof" Immortal?

Why was she like a "madwoman," relentlessly chasing him to kill him?

He just muttered four words in a low voice; was it really necessary?

Could the lethality of these four words really be that great?

But Duanmu Qing ignored everything and only used spells to carry out large-scale bombing and "cleansing" of Mo Hua's location.

Linghu Xiao wanted to support Mo Hua.

But the colder a person's temperament, the more unyielding they become when angered.

Linghu Xiao's sword energy couldn't suppress Duanmu Qing's spells at all.

In fact, he was also resented by Duanmu Qing and "jointly implicated" with Mo Hua, included in the range of the Myriad Clouds spell bombardment, and suppressed to the point where he couldn't fight back at all.

Linghu Xiao also personally experienced how terrifying a woman's anger could be.

Cheng Mo and the others were also not doing well; they were also being "bombed" by the spells of other disciples of the Myriad Clouds Sect and had no time to care about anything else.

In this way, the entire Taixu Sect was suppressed and beaten the whole time.

During this period, Mo Hua also made several attempts to see if he could use spells or formations to change the situation.

But every time he made a slight move, he would instantly "enrage" Duanmu Qing, leading to even larger-scale and more ferocious spell "retaliation."

Duanmu Qing, as the top pride of the Four Sects, was already strong enough.

Not to mention, this was the "furious" version of Duanmu Qing.

Mo Hua was helpless and decided to give up.

As time passed, the disciples of the Taixu Sect, one by one, exhausted and retreated, and were sent out of the arena.

Linghu Xiao finally glanced at Mo Hua, gave him a look of "helplessness," and was also "killed."

In the end, only Mo Hua was left.

Mo Hua was naturally still "unyielding in death." Seeing that there was no chance of winning, he tapped his forehead and shattered the Dao Debate Jade, losing and leaving the arena.

Duanmu Qing wanted to use spells to keep Mo Hua.

A majestic Myriad Clouds Five Elements spell light swallowed Mo Hua whole.

But her casting speed was ultimately a little slower than Mo Hua's.

Before that, a blue light flashed around Mo Hua, and his figure faded away, already having left the arena.

Duanmu Qing looked coldly at the place where Mo Hua disappeared, her voice low and icy:

"Next time, I will definitely kill you..."

"Mo Hua..."

...

The sword debate ended.

The Myriad Clouds Sect won a hearty victory.

The audience also saw a refreshing sword debate.

The only flaw was that Mo Hua, that insidious and despicable brat, didn't die again.

But when they thought that Mo Hua was not worthy of dying at the hands of Immortal Duanmu, most people felt relieved.

The Taixu Sect lost.

The sect's cultivators were a little regretful, but not too disappointed.

Facing a top genius like Duanmu Qing, the chances of winning were already very slim, so there was nothing they could do about losing.

Blame it on bad luck.

Blame it on the trash Dao Debate Heavenly Instrument for not giving the Taixu Sect good cards.

Counting up, the Taixu Sect had already encountered three of the Four Heavenly Geniuses of Qianxue, and these three Earth-ranked sword debates were almost all "guaranteed losses."

It was equivalent to saying that they had lost three games for no reason.

Generally speaking, they wouldn't be so unlucky.

But if luck was really so bad, there was nothing they could do. Luck was sometimes like this; when things were bad, even drinking cold water would get stuck in your teeth.

They couldn't go to the Dao Debate Heavenly Instrument to settle accounts.

But what Mo Hua really cared about in this sword debate was not this point.

Taixu Sect.

Night, Disciple Residence.

Mo Hua was lying in bed, still thinking about Duanmu Qing.

Scenes from the daytime were still flashing in his mind.

Especially at the beginning, when he brushed past Duanmu Qing, the eyes he saw.

Duanmu Qing was beautiful, and her eyes were also beautiful.

But in her eyes, through the clear and cold background, when looking into the depths, there was a mass of dark "shadow."

This mass of shadow was somewhat turbid, as if engraved in the soul.

Mo Hua was very surprised for a moment, so he subconsciously reminded her... "The Dao heart is dirty."

But Duanmu Qing's reaction was really too great.

These four words seemed to pierce her heart's defenses.

Revealing some secret in her heart.

She actually wanted to kill herself on the spot...

Very strange...

"What exactly is the turbid shadow in her eyes..."

At this time, it was late at night, Mo Hua was lying in bed, recalling carefully, while his divine sense began to derive, and the cause and effect of the heavenly secrets flowed from his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's heart suddenly jumped violently, and he immediately sat up straight, his expression solemn.

He thought of one thing:

Rouge Boat!

The shadow in Duanmu Qing's eyes was very similar to the aura of the Rouge Boat, especially the evil fetus aura enshrined in the altar in the Dragon King Temple.

Mo Hua's heart trembled:

"Could this Duanmu Qing also have been on the Rouge Boat?"

"Is she also related to the evil god?"

Such a clear and ethereal fairy...

Mo Hua frowned, "Impossible, right..."

But the cause and effect were like this. No matter how impossible things seemed on the surface, as long as there was cause and effect, they had to be admitted.

Moreover, it was not just that.

Mo Hua thought carefully: "Duanmu Qing is one of the four top geniuses among the four major sects in Qianxue Prefecture..."

"If she has also been to the Rouge Boat, what about the other three?"

"Shen Linshu, Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, could it be... that they have all been to the Rouge Boat?"

"Then... who is the 'Young Master' who often appears in the Myriad Demon Valley and is also mentioned by the minions of the evil god?"

"Who was the Young Master in the poppy-like chain of cause and effect that I saw on the banks of the Mistwater River that night?"

"Is it one of these four?"

"Is it... Shen Linshu?"

No matter how Mo Hua looked at it, he felt that Shen Linshu was the most suspicious.

Especially since he was from the Shen family and was related to the Qian Dao Sect.

The other three, Duanmu Qing, should also have some relationship with the Rouge Boat.

As for Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, it was estimated that they couldn't be unrelated...

But...

Another question arose in Mo Hua's heart: "Why didn't I see it before?"

He had already fought with three people in the Sword Debate Tournament.

And he had also encountered Shen Linshu in Qingzhou City before.

If these four people were really related to the Rouge Boat, the Dragon King Temple, and the evil fetus, they must have been contaminated with the aura of the evil god.

Then, with his "connection" with the Great Wilderness Evil God, he should have been able to see something.

But now, it was only by chance that he discovered this clue from Duanmu Qing...

Why?

The evil god... no, or rather, what means did that Mr. Tu use to conceal all these auras?

Concealing it to the point where even he, a half-step god who had swallowed the "evil fetus," couldn't detect it?

Mo Hua's brows furrowed more and more tightly.