Asking about longevity

Taiyi Sect.

Not long after Mo Hua returned to his residence, an elder from Tai'a Mountain personally came to his door, presenting him with a formation diagram.

《Tai'a Opening Mountain Sword Formation Diagram》.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, marveling that the Tai'a Sect Leader was indeed a Sect Leader, acting decisively, sending good things as soon as he said he would, without hesitation, and even delivering them to his door.

Mo Hua solemnly accepted it, sincerely bowing and expressing his gratitude:

“Thank you, Elder! And thank you, Sect Leader!”

The Tai'a Elder smiled and nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took his leave.

After the elder left, Mo Hua closed the door, burned incense, washed his hands, and impatiently opened the Tai'a Sword Formation Diagram.

As soon as the sword formation came into view, the sword patterns were ancient and simple, and a vast and majestic aura of a heavy sword rushed towards him.

Mo Hua swept his gaze over it, taking all the sword patterns into his eyes, and immediately became even happier.

Second-grade, nineteen-pattern sword formation.

Apart from exceptional formations, this was almost the highest configuration sword formation among second-grade formations.

The Tai'a Sect Leader was even more generous than he had thought.

Mo Hua had actually obtained a copy of the Tai'a Sect's Opening Mountain Sword Formation a long time ago.

It was "extorted" from Sword Bone.

Sword Bone was once a disciple of the Tai'a Sect, but later accidentally entered the depths of the Demon Refining Mountain, was captured by demon cultivators into the Myriad Demon Valley, and was forced to become an evil swordsman, helping the demon cultivators refine evil swords every day.

In his inheritance, there was a part of the Tai'a Sect's sword forging techniques, including the Tai'a Sect's sword formations.

Mo Hua had learned the Opening Mountain Sword Formation.

This matter could not be concealed after all.

The reason why he asked the Tai'a Sect Leader for the sword formation of Tai'a Mountain was actually to get a "clearance".

Almost none of the sword formations that Mo Hua currently possessed could be shown in public.

Especially the sword formation of Tai'a Mountain.

The rules of sect inheritance are very strict.

If he didn't inform them in advance, once exposed, it would definitely cause big trouble.

After all, learning without informing them is stealing the inheritance.

Even if the three sects merged, this kind of thing would be very unsightly.

Most of the time, everyone pays attention to face when doing things.

And now, the sword formation that the Tai'a Sect Leader gave him was of a higher grade than the one he got from Sword Bone.

Not only was the structure complete and the formation patterns rigorous, but the sword energy between the patterns was also full.

Even the number of formation patterns was four more.

This was an unexpected surprise.

This sword formation could be used openly in front of everyone.

The most valuable thing was that his God-Slaying Sword had integrated the Five Elements Sword Formation.

Now that he had learned the more advanced Tai'a Sword Formation, the power of his God-Slaying Sword could be further improved.

It could be said to be killing three birds with one stone.

After that, Mo Hua took some time to learn this more orthodox and profound Tai'a Sword Formation.

Because he had the sword formation given by Sword Bone as a foundation.

When integrating the Tai'a Sword Formation into the God-Slaying Sword, Mo Hua also had a very deep understanding of the related sword dao laws.

Therefore, he learned very quickly.

In just two hours, he had mastered it relatively thoroughly.

After that, he practiced it on the Dao Stele more than ten times, and when he felt that there were no problems, Mo Hua withdrew from his sea of consciousness, and carefully selected a "open source" spirit sword from his storage bag, and carefully drew the second-grade nineteen-pattern Tai'a Opening Mountain Sword Formation on it.

After finishing the drawing, he sealed the sword body again.

In this way, an "Opening Mountain Sword" was completed.

Mo Hua touched the Opening Mountain Sword and muttered in his heart:

“The Flying Sword Prodigy of the Great Luo Sect, known as one of the two sword dao geniuses of the Eight Great Sects alongside Xiao Xiao…”

“How can this be?”

“What level, what pattern is this Ye Zhiyuan, to be worthy of being on par with Xiao Xiao?”

“Tomorrow, I will use a sword to knock down his "value".

“The number one sword dao genius of the Eight Great Sects can only be my little junior brother, Xiao Xiao.”

… …

The next day, the Sword Debate Conference.

Outside Mount of Debate, in the stands, there was still a sea of people.

The attention paid to this Sword Debate was almost the highest in the history of Earth-level Sword Debates.

Not only was there the infuriating Mo Hua.

There were also the two great sword dao geniuses of the Eight Great Sects.

There was also the Great Luo's Flying Sword Art and the Void-Penetrating Sword Decomposition True Secret, two superior sword techniques.

There was also the competition for the top spot among the Eight Great Sects.

This was bound to be a cruel, tragic, bloody, and long battle. The disciples on both sides would definitely fight until they were exhausted, fighting to the death.

There was no reason not to watch this kind of Sword Debate competition.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

In the crowd, a scholar with a fair face and a scholarly air was talking eloquently with others, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of each sect's allusions with ease, chatting happily.

People who often came to watch the Sword Debate knew this person's name:

Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng was chatting happily when he suddenly noticed someone pulling his sleeve. He turned his head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old page with a delicate face, and he was immediately somewhat disappointed.

The little page reached out and pointed to the side.

Bai Xiaosheng reluctantly cupped his hands to the crowd and said, "Everyone, wait a moment, I will be right back."

After speaking, he followed the little page to the side and asked, "Why are you here?"

The little page's voice was clear: "Young Master, if you don't go upstairs again, the ancestors will be angry."

"I'm not going." Bai Xiaosheng sneered, "What's the point of being upstairs? Looking down from on high, everyone in the world is an ant, and you can't even see their faces clearly. What fun is there to be had? I'm not going, I'm not going…"

"Young Master, here you go again…" The little page looked distressed.

Bai Xiaosheng said: "You don't understand. This is the Sword Debate Conference. You have to mingle in the crowd, watch with everyone, spray, and scold. That's what's interesting."

"This is called the Dao of a Hundred Schools. It's about seeing the faces of all living beings. You will understand later."

The little page said: "I don't know what the Dao of a Hundred Schools or the faces of all living beings are. I only know that the ancestors said that you don't have a proper posture when sitting or standing. If you don't know what's good for you, they will disfigure you…"

Bai Xiaosheng glared: "How dare you talk to your young master like that?"

The little page was a little aggrieved, "I didn't say it, the ancestors said it. They asked me to tell you in person to remind you."

Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand, "Never mind them, one or two of them, cold and unfeeling, with no humanity at all. It's disgusting to be with them."

"Young Master, watch your words, the ancestors can hear you."

"So what if they know?" Bai Xiaosheng sneered, but his tone was still a little weaker.

The little page continued: "Then…if you don't see the ancestors, you should at least visit your uncle-grandfather. He is the Sect Leader now…"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "I'm not going, I'm not seeing him."

"Really not going? Uncle-Grandfather is a very nice person…"

"I'm not going."

The little page asked curiously: "Do you not want to go see him, or do you not want to call out that 'Grand-Uncle'?"

Bai Xiaosheng's face darkened, and he pinched the little page's mouth, "I'll have to sew up that little mouth of yours sooner or later."

The little page grunted a few times.

Bai Xiaosheng then let him go.

The little page rubbed his cheeks, grumbling unhappily, "If you don't go, then don't go…"

"Then I'll go report to the ancestors, saying that you are busy…cultivating the Dao of a Hundred Schools, comprehending the faces of all living beings…"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded in satisfaction.

The little page turned and took a few steps, then couldn't help but turn back to remind him:

"Young Master, remember to say less, spray less, especially don't say bad things about your Uncle-Grandfather's sect, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth, and offend people you shouldn't offend…"

Bai Xiaosheng said impatiently, "Alright, alright, I know what I'm doing. If you nag any more, I'll sew your mouth shut."

The little servant reluctantly grumbled under his breath and walked away. After a few steps, his figure blurred and disappeared completely, and no one seemed to notice.

After the little servant left, Bai Xiaosheng seemed to have gotten rid of a small burden and eagerly plunged back into the crowd.

Away from the crowd, he was a handsome young man with a scholarly air.

But once he mixed into the crowd, he immediately took on a worldly air, like a wandering rogue cultivator, blending in with everyone else, chatting animatedly with a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators:

"I still say, the Tai Xu Sect is no good."

"I won't even talk about their sect master, but the elders and especially the disciples are a mess. They don't look like a great sect at all."

"The sword dao inheritance has also declined. Their current swordsmanship is not up to par."

"And that Mo Hua…"

"A formation master relying on formations to make a living at the Sword Debate Assembly? What kind of sight is that?"

"Today's battle will let him know what true swordsmanship is and what a true Sword Debate is."

"The inheritance of the Da Luo Sect is not simple. Tracing back, it's the 'Da Luo Sword Sect.' This Da Luo Sword Sect has ancient origins and a terrifying inheritance."

"Especially the Da Luo Flying Sky Sword Control Art. The weight of the words 'Flying Sky' within it is something you all don't understand."

"I know some inside information, but I can't say…"

Bai Xiaosheng said with certainty, "Therefore, I predict that the Tai Xu Sect will definitely lose today."

"And that Mo Hua will definitely die today…"

"Don't believe me? Just wait and see…"

… …

In the crowd, the onlookers were discussing animatedly.

On the other side, Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Yu'er, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and others silently watched the Fang Tian Painted Halberd, their hearts heavy.

All of them were paying attention to this Sword Debate.

And silently concerned about Mo Hua, who was participating in the Sword Debate.

… …

Above the crowd, in the Sword Viewing Pavilion.

The "VIPs" who came to watch the battle were also more numerous than usual.

Inside a luxurious room with brocade carpets, the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley, dressed in a magnificent dress adorned with hundreds of flowers, sat at the table, her eyes looking past the window towards the Fang Tian Painted Halberd.

On the Fang Tian Painted Halberd, a handsome young man was making pre-battle preparations.

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley furrowed her beautiful brows slightly.

She always felt that he was a bit similar…

In formations, he also possessed world-class talent, and between his eyebrows, there was also a bit of otherworldly charm.

Equally controversial, causing jealousy.

Many people loved him, and even more hated him.

But upon closer thought, they were all different.

His spiritual root was indeed too poor, and he had never cultivated swordsmanship.

Although formations were good, their paths were different.

His temperament was too amiable and lovable. He was as close as siblings with his fellow disciples, loved by a group of elders, and even doted on by the Old Ancestor.

It was true that he was hated, but not because of his "talent," but because of his occasional mischievousness.

All of these were different from that person who was like an immortal sword, with a sharp edge and untainted by the mundane world…

As the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley thought, her mind wandered, and she became somewhat lost in thought.

Just then, a woman chuckled softly, "Sister, what are you thinking about?"

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley turned her head and smiled, "Thinking about the past."

A woman in golden clothes, with skin like congealed fat, a dignified appearance, and an innate air of superiority, gently took the arm of the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley and playfully complained:

"You have such a cruel heart, not even remembering to go to Dao Province to see your sister."

Beside her, two slightly younger women in gorgeous clothes with noble airs nodded in agreement:

"That's right, that's right."

"It's been decades since we last met, and Sister Hua hasn't even sent a letter. Clearly, she doesn't have her sisters in her heart."

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley said helplessly, "The sect affairs are too busy."

"Liar."

"It's just Hundred Flowers Valley, why does Sister Hua need to work so hard?"

"That's right…"

"If you ask me, just throw it away and enjoy some leisure…"

"Alright, alright," the woman in golden clothes said, "You have the life of leisure, don't bother Sister Hua."

After she finished speaking, she took the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley's white jade-like hand and said softly:

"I know you have some reservations, and I also know you're busy on weekdays, but you should still go back to Dao Province when you have time."

"Even if you don't visit us sisters, you should at least greet the Old Matriarch."

"The Old Matriarch loves you the most and often misses you. Don't let her old heart be chilled…"

The Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley looked ashamed and nodded slightly.

Only then did the woman in golden clothes reveal a satisfied smile.

In the Qianxue State, there were many aristocratic families, and the blood relationships within them were intricate and complex.

Like ancient trees with intertwined roots, tangled and chaotic.

To outsiders, the branches and leaves obscured their view.

No one knew who was related to whom through marriage.

Who had kinship hidden with whom.

Who shared an ancestor with whom.

… …

And in the Sword Viewing Room below this one, two floors lower.

Were the sect masters of the Four Great Sects.

Below them were the sect masters of the Eight Great Sects, and even the sect leaders of the other Twelve Lesser Sects.

The sect masters of Tai Xu, Tai A, and Chong Xu Mountains were still gathered in the old room, drinking tea.

The room was very quiet, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

The three sect masters did not speak.

Before, watching the Sword Debate was just a bit tense.

But this match, which determined the ownership of the top spot among the Eight Great Sects, was a complete torment.

And extremely nerve-wracking.

The only one with a slightly better mentality was the Tai A Sect Master.

He said, "I've chatted with Mo Hua."

As soon as these words came out, the Tai Xu Sect Master immediately became displeased, "Don't disturb the disciples before the Sword Debate."

"I gave him the Tai A Sword Formation," said the Tai A Sect Master.

The Tai Xu Sect Master didn't say anything.

Giving gifts didn't count as disturbing.

However, he was also a bit surprised, "You're really willing to part with it…"

This was a Sword Formation.

The Tai A Sect Master said, "Mo Hua said that with this Sword Formation, this Sword Debate can be slightly 'simpler'."

"I don't need to say more about how important this Sword Debate is."

"As long as it can help a little, even if it can only make the Sword Debate a little 'simpler', that would be good."

The Tai Xu Sect Master and the Chong Xu Sect Master both nodded, indicating their agreement.

"You should have said so earlier. I would have sent him a copy of the Sword Formation from my Chong Xu Mountain."

"The Sword Formation from your Chong Xu Mountain is no good. When it comes to forging swords, it's still my Tai A that counts. You should send him a Sword Manual…"

"It's useless for me to send a Sword Manual either. That child Mo Hua doesn't study swordsmanship…"

"Tai Xu Mountain also doesn't emphasize sword inheritance…"

The Tai Xu Sect Master was displeased and corrected, "It's not that we don't emphasize it, it's that the swordsmanship of my Tai Xu Mountain emphasizes sword intent. This is something that can only be understood after reaching the Golden Core stage…"

"Once understood, its power is unfathomable."

"Isn't that just talking nonsense?"

"This is a Foundation Establishment Sword Debate. What's the point of mentioning Golden Core matters?"

"Moreover, the sword intent techniques left behind by Tai Xu Mountain are no longer what they used to be. What can you still bring out now…"

"This… the Old Ancestor is trying to find a way…"

"What way can there be?"

"This… I can't say yet…"

"Alright then. If you have the chance, let us see it and broaden our horizons…"

… …

As the three of them chatted, they soon fell silent again.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy again.

The Tai A Sect Master suddenly slapped his head, "Tea? Aren't we drinking tea?"

The Chong Xu Sect Master frowned, "I'm not in the mood to drink."

"Have some."

"The Sword Debate is about to start."

The Tai A Sect Master sighed, "This Sword Debate will be a tough one. We won't be able to tell who's the winner without fighting to the death."

“The Great Luminary Gate isn't easy to deal with either.”

“And that Ye Zhiyuan, and that Great Luminary Soaring Sky Sword Control…”

Hearing this, the few of them started to get a headache.

“Have some tea, calm your minds.”

Elder Taixu took out an exquisite tea stove, fine spring water, and verdant tea leaves, and began to brew tea.

But the three people's thoughts were still on the competition arena.

… …

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the Square Halberd Shadow, anticipating this sword debate competition that would decide the leader of the Eight Great Sects.

Until the very end, no one knew how long this sword debate competition would last.

No one knew what kind of fighting would be experienced in the sword debate competition.

Even more, no one knew where the ending would lead… …

Soon, the bell of the Dao Debate rang.

The sword debate began.

Both sides' disciples entered the arena.

This was a decapitation match, requiring the beheading of the enemy's “leader.”

The Great Luminary Gate's “leader” was Ye Zhiyuan, who had the highest cultivation and the strongest swordplay.

The Taixu Gate's “leader,” however, was different from the past, and they chose Linghuxiao.

Obviously, the Taixu Gate also knew that this sword debate was different from the others, so they didn't dare to take the slightest risk, and didn't dare to let Mo Hua, who would “shatter” with a touch and “die” with a sword, be the “leader” again.

Ye Zhiyuan sneered.

“Did you think that just because you're not the leader, I won't kill you?”

In this sword debate, he not only wanted to win, to behead Linghuxiao, but more importantly, to kill that Mo Hua.

Killing Mo Hua would allow him to become the “Alliance Leader.”

To him, the position of “Alliance Leader” was in no way inferior to being the leader of the Eight Great Sects.

He was arrogant and conceited, but he wasn't a fool.

An “organization” that encompassed the Eight Great Sects, the Twelve Schools, and even some of the Four Great Sects' prodigy disciples, what did it mean, how important was it, one could figure it out without using their brain.

Previously, no one had ever had such “cohesion” to gather such a wide range of prodigies together to form an alliance.

The Alliance Leader of such a prodigy “alliance,” even if it was only in name and without much real power, would definitely be extraordinary.

Moreover, this was just an opportunity.

This alliance was established with the purpose of “killing Mo Hua,” and its structure was very loose.

But as long as he became the Alliance Leader, he could gradually, subtly, change the nature of this alliance and make it work for him.

As for Mo Hua?

Who cared about him?

He was just a “hate-attracting” pawn, a “crowd-gathering” pretense.

Those prodigies from the Four Sects and Eight Gates had been completely blinded by hatred, and that's why they took “killing Mo Hua” seriously.

People who are controlled by hatred will not have great potential.

Therefore, he was the only one who could be the Alliance Leader.

Only he, who didn't take Mo Hua seriously but could kill Mo Hua, had this “capacity.”

Ye Zhiyuan stroked the Great Luminary Sword in his hand, which was connected to his mind, his eyes sharp, and said coldly:

“According to plan, kill!”

“Yes!”

The Great Luminary Gate disciples moved quickly, like sharp swords, rapidly approaching the Taixu Gate's five people.

Soon, the two sides met.

A fight was about to break out.

The Great Luminary Gate's four disciples formed an encirclement, all attacking Linghuxiao.

Ye Zhiyuan stood in the distance, controlling the Great Luminary Sword, silently using the Sword Control Art, controlling the Soaring Sky Sword, pretending to be about to behead Linghuxiao.

The biggest advantage of the Sword Control Art was distance.

Secondly, it was speed.

Then, it was strength.

A long-range flying sword was extremely fast, with extremely strong sword energy, killing the enemy in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the entire Qianxue Sect disciples, there were those whose sword energy was stronger than his, but no disciple could compare to him in sword control.

Therefore, he was the number one “Sword Control” genius of Qianxue.

This was a gift from God.

It was a unique sword talent.

Naturally, it had to be put to good use.

Ye Zhiyuan stood far away, urging the Great Luminary Soaring Sky Sword Control Art, pretending to kill Linghuxiao, but his divine sense was subtly capturing Mo Hua's figure.

Soon, he found Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, like him, was standing far away, motionless.

Ye Zhiyuan chuckled in his heart, secretly mocking:

“Fool, the reason I'm standing still is to control the sword. The reason you're standing still is to wait for death?”

Sword control for killing was a matter of life and death.

Opportunities often passed in a flash.

Since Mo Hua gave him a chance and had a flaw, Ye Zhiyuan would naturally not let it go.

His sword was far, fast, and strong.

Pretend to kill Linghuxiao, and then suddenly fly a sword over unexpectedly.

This Mo Hua would be caught off guard, and any concealment or movement techniques would be too late to use, and he would surely die!

Ye Zhiyuan controlled the sword, his eyes fixed on Linghuxiao, but his divine sense was quietly locking onto Mo Hua.

His sword hadn't been released yet.

Then, in the next instant, he noticed that something seemed to be flying over from a distance.

Ye Zhiyuan was stunned.

What the hell… is flying towards me?

This thing that was flying over was also very far, very fast, and also flashing with a hint of dangerous light.

Ye Zhiyuan's eyes didn't recognize it.

But deep down, he subconsciously felt shocked:

Sword?

Is it a sword?!

This is fucking, someone is flying a sword to kill me?!

“Save!”

Ye Zhiyuan only had time to shout this one word.

He had pulled away the distance, chosen a safe position, and was concentrating on controlling the sword. At this time, he was most afraid of being attacked and killed.

The other Great Luminary Gate disciples also noticed the abnormality, and stepped ahead of Ye Zhiyuan, blocking in front of him.

They wanted to block this flying sword for Ye Zhiyuan.

But this flying sword was too fast, they were caught off guard, and they couldn't stop it at all.

Not only them, but no one had expected that a sword would suddenly fly out from the Taixu Gate's camp.

This flying sword, passing through the interception of the four Great Luminary Gate disciples, was fast and accurate, directly hitting Ye Zhiyuan's chest.

But it was blocked by his Daoist robe…

Ye Zhiyuan was scared out of his wits.

But there was no sword energy on the sword, and it couldn't even pierce through his Daoist robe.

Ye Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curse secretly:

“What the hell is this? This is worthy of being called a flying sword? There's no sword energy at all? How are you going to kill me?”

In the next instant, the spiritual sword suddenly trembled, and sword patterns lit up one after another.

The sword formation inside the spiritual sword absorbed spiritual stones and ran on its own, instantly generating extremely sharp mountain-splitting sword energy.

The sword energy accumulated more and more, becoming stronger and stronger, even exceeding the load of the spiritual sword itself.

To the point that cracks began to appear on the sword body.

Then, in Ye Zhiyuan's incomprehensible and extremely terrified gaze, the spiritual sword directly… exploded.

The explosion intertwined with sword energy, roaring together.

The sharp and thick mountain-splitting sword energy, with the sword formation as the core, formed a sword energy vortex, instantly sweeping around.

As if there were several giant swords, strangling in the air.

The surrounding mountains, rocks, trees, everything was twisted into powder.

Before everyone could react to what had happened.

The bell of the Dao Debate rang.

The sword debate was over.

The competition was ended with just one sword.

There was a dead silence on Mount Dao Debate.

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

Then, in an instant, there was a “boom,” and the human voice was extremely loud, noisy and boiling, like a volcano erupting, the entire Mount Dao Debate exploded…