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Chapter 1030: One Sword
Chapter 1030: One Sword
Chapter 1030: One Sword
Tai Xu Gate.
Mo Hua had just returned to his disciple's quarters when an elder from Ta'e Mountain personally arrived, presenting him with an array map.
The Ta'e Mountain Opening Sword Array Map.
Mo Hua was overjoyed, marveling at how decisive the Ta'e Sect Leader was, readily gifting such a valuable treasure without hesitation, and even delivering it in person.
Mo Hua solemnly accepted the map, bowing in heartfelt gratitude.
"Thank you, Elder! And thank you, Sect Leader!"
The elder smiled and nodded, exchanging a few pleasantries before taking his leave.
After the elder departed, Mo Hua closed the door, burned some incense, and washed his hands. He then eagerly opened the Ta'e Sword Array Map.
As soon as the array came into view, the ancient and simple sword patterns exuded a vast and overwhelming aura of sword qi, enveloping him.
Mo Hua’s eyes swept over the map, absorbing the intricate sword patterns, and he felt even more elated.
A second-rank, nineteen-pattern sword array.
Apart from the ultimate array, this was almost the pinnacle of second-rank arrays.
The Ta'e Sect Leader was even more generous than Mo Hua had anticipated.
Mo Hua had actually obtained a copy of the Ta'e Mountain Opening Sword Array a long time ago.
He had "extorted" it from Sword Bone.
Sword Bone was once a disciple of the Ta'e Sect, but later strayed into the depths of Beast Cultivation Mountain, where he was captured by demon cultivators and forced to become an Evil Sword Master, helping them refine evil swords every day.
Part of his lineage included the Ta'e Sect's sword forging techniques and their sword arrays.
Mo Hua had learned the Opening Sword Array.
This was something he couldn’t keep hidden.
The reason he asked the Ta'e Sect Leader for the Ta'e Mountain sword array was to legitimize his knowledge.
None of the sword arrays he currently possessed could be used openly.
Especially the Ta'e Mountain array.
The rules of lineage transmission were extremely strict.
If he were to be exposed without prior notice, it would certainly cause significant trouble.
After all, learning without permission was tantamount to stealing the lineage.
Even with the three sects having merged, such an act would still be highly dishonorable.
Putting himself in the Ta'e Sect Leader’s shoes, Mo Hua knew that the leader would be deeply displeased, even if he didn’t say it outright, and would likely hold a grudge.
Therefore, he took this opportunity to "borrow" the Ta'e Sword Array from the Sect Leader during the Lunjian event.
This way, if he ever used the Ta'e Sword Array to display his prowess, the Sect Leader would not only refrain from blaming him but might even praise him for his skill.
Human relationships and etiquette are like writing.
Often, what matters most is the face people save.
And now, the sword array given by the Ta'e Sect Leader was even higher in rank than the one he had obtained from Sword Bone.
Not only was its structure more complete and the array patterns more rigorous, but the sword qi between the patterns was also abundant.
Moreover, it had four additional patterns.
This was an unexpected bonus.
This array could now be used openly.
Most valuable of all, his God-Slaying Sword incorporated the Five Elements Sword Array.
With the more advanced Ta'e Sword Array, the power of his God-Slaying Sword could be further refined.
This was a triple win.
Mo Hua then took some time to study this more orthodox and profound Ta'e Sword Array.
Thanks to the foundation laid by the array from Sword Bone, Mo Hua had a deep understanding of the relevant sword principles.
Thus, he learned it very quickly.
In just two hours, he had a thorough grasp of it.
After practicing on the Dao Stele a dozen times and feeling confident, Mo Hua exited his mind sea and carefully selected a "source-opening" spirit sword from his storage bag. He meticulously drew the second-rank, nineteen-pattern Ta'e Mountain Opening Sword Array on it.
Once the array was complete, he sealed the sword.
Thus, the "Mountain-Opening Sword" was finished.
Mo Hua held the Mountain-Opening Sword, muttering to himself:
"The flying sword prodigy of the Dalu Sect, one of the two sword dao geniuses of the eight major sects, alongside Xiao Xiao..."
"How can this be?"
"What caliber of person is this Ye Zhiyuan to be mentioned in the same breath as Xiao Xiao?"
Tomorrow, he would bring down Ye Zhiyuan’s "value" with one sword.
The first sword dao genius of the eight major sects could only be his junior brother, Xiao Xiao.
...
The next day, the Lunjian Conference.
Outside Lundao Mountain, the spectator seats were packed with people.
This Lunjian event had the highest level of attention in the history of the Earth Rank Lunjian.
Not only was there the infuriating Mo Hua, but also the two sword dao geniuses of the eight major sects, the supreme sword techniques of the Dalu Sect's flying sword and the Chongxu Sect's Sword Release True Technique, and the competition for the top position among the eight major sects.
This would inevitably be a brutal, bloody, and lengthy battle, with the disciples of both sides fighting until the bitter end.
There was no reason not to watch such a Lunjian match.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating it.
In the crowd, a pale-faced cultivator with a scholarly demeanor was engaged in lively conversation, effortlessly citing various sect anecdotes and chatting with great enthusiasm.
Regular attendees of the Lunjian knew his name:
Bai Xiaosheng.
Bai Xiaosheng was enjoying the conversation when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He turned to see a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, delicate-looking young scholar, which somewhat dampened his mood.
The young scholar pointed to the side.
Bai Xiaosheng, reluctantly, bowed to everyone. "Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."
Then he followed the young scholar to the side and asked, "Why are you here?"
The young scholar’s voice was clear. "Master, if you don’t go upstairs, the Grand Patriarchs will be angry."
"No way." Bai Xiaosheng sneered. "What’s the point of going upstairs? From up there, everyone below looks like ants. You can’t even see their faces clearly. What’s the fun in that? No, no..."
"Master, you’re at it again..." The young scholar frowned.
Bai Xiaosheng said, "You don't understand. This is the Lun Jian Conference. The fun is in mingling with the crowd, watching together, and criticizing together. That's what makes it interesting."
"This is the way of the hundred schools, observing the myriad forms of life. You'll understand it in time."
The young servant said, "I don't know about the hundred schools or the myriad forms of life. All I know is that the Patriarch said you sit without grace, stand without poise, and if you don't shape up, he'll disfigure you..."
Bai Xiaosheng glared, "How dare you speak to me like that?"
The young servant looked a bit wronged, "I'm just repeating what the Patriarch said. He told me to pass it on to you, to give you a heads-up."
Bai Xiaosheng waved him off, "Ignore them. They're all cold and heartless. Being around them makes me sick."
"Sir, you should watch your words. The Patriarch will find out."
"So what if he does?" Bai Xiaosheng sneered, but his resolve wavered a bit.
The young servant added, "Then... if you won't see the Patriarch, at least visit your Uncle, the Sect Leader..."
Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "No, I won't."
"Really not going? Your Uncle is a good person..."
"No."
The young servant asked curiously, "Is it that you don't want to see him, or that you don't want to call him 'Uncle Grandfather'?"
Bai Xiaosheng's face darkened, and he tugged at the young servant's mouth, "One day, I'll sew this little mouth of yours shut."
The young servant made a few muffled sounds.
Bai Xiaosheng finally let him go.
The young servant rubbed his cheek, muttering unhappily, "Fine, don't go..."
"I'll report back to the Patriarch and tell him you're busy... cultivating the way of the hundred schools and comprehending the myriad forms of life..."
Bai Xiaosheng nodded approvingly.
The young servant turned and walked a few steps, then couldn't resist turning back to remind him:
"Sir, remember to speak less and criticize less, especially don't say anything bad about your Uncle's sect. Watch your words, or you might offend the wrong people..."
Bai Xiaosheng, impatient, said, "Alright, alright, I know my limits. If you keep nagging, I'll sew your mouth shut."
The young servant reluctantly left, muttering to himself. After a few steps, his figure blurred and vanished, unnoticed by anyone.
After the young servant left, Bai Xiaosheng, freed from the small burden, eagerly dove back into the crowd.
Away from the crowd, he was a refined young man with a scholarly air.
But once he blended in, he took on a worldly appearance, like a carefree cultivator, blending seamlessly with everyone else. He chatted animatedly with a group of Beast Cultivators:
"I still say, Tai Xu Gate is no good."
"I won't comment on their Sect Leader, but the elders and disciples below him are a disgrace. They don't have the demeanor of a major sect."
"The sword legacy has declined. Their sword techniques are no longer refined."
"And that Mo Hua..."
"A mere array master relying on formations to make a living at the Lun Jian Conference. What a joke?"
"Today's battle will show him what true sword techniques are, what true Lun Jian is."
"The legacy of the Dalu Sect is no joke. Tracing back, it's the 'Dalu Sword Sect,' an ancient and formidable lineage."
"Especially the 'Sky Flying Sword Technique.' The weight behind those two words, 'Sky Flying,' is something you can't understand."
"I know some inside information, but I can't say..."
Bai Xiaosheng looked certain, "So, I predict that Tai Xu Gate will definitely lose today."
"And Mo Hua will definitely die today..."
"Don't believe me? Just wait and see..."
...
In the crowd, onlookers were buzzing with discussion.
On the other side, Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Yu'er, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and others watched the Fang Tian Painting with heavy hearts.
They all paid close attention to this Lun Jian match, and they were quietly concerned about Mo Hua, who was participating in the Lun Jian.
...
Above the crowd, in the Sword Discussion Tower.
The number of "distinguished guests" watching the match was significantly higher than usual.
In a room adorned with brocade, rich and luxurious, the Hundred Flowers Valley Master, dressed in a splendid floral gown, sat at a table, her gaze passing through the window to the Fang Tian Painting.
On the Fang Tian Painting, a handsome young man was making his pre-battle preparations.
The Hundred Flowers Valley Master frowned slightly.
She felt he was somewhat familiar...
In terms of array mastery, he had world-class talent, and his eyes carried a hint of transcendent grace.
He was full of controversy and jealousy.
Many loved him, but even more hated him.
But upon closer thought, everything was different.
His spiritual roots were indeed too weak, and he had never practiced sword techniques.
His array mastery was excellent, but his path was different.
His personality was too gentle and charming, close to his fellow disciples like family, loved by many elders, and even by the Patriarch.
He was hated, but not because of his talent, but because of his occasional mischievousness.
None of this was like the person who was as sharp and untainted as a celestial sword...
As she pondered, the Hundred Flowers Valley Master's thoughts wandered, and she became lost in thought.
At that moment, a woman's light laughter broke the silence, "Sister, what are you thinking about?"
The Hundred Flowers Valley Master turned and smiled, "Just some old memories."
A woman with skin as smooth as congealed fat, a regal and elegant demeanor, and a natural air of superiority, gently held the Hundred Flowers Valley Master's arm and chided her:
"You're so heartless, never even thinking to visit your sister in Daozhou."
Beside her, two younger women, also dressed in luxurious gowns and exuding nobility, nodded in agreement:
"Exactly, exactly."
"Decades have passed, and not a single letter from you, Flower Sister. Clearly, you don't think of us."
The Hundred Flowers Valley Master sighed, "Sect affairs are too busy."
"Lying."
"A mere Hundred Flowers Valley, why should it be so taxing for you, Flower Sister?"
"Exactly..."
"I say, just forget about it and enjoy some peace and quiet..."
"Alright, alright", the golden-clothed woman said, "You two have easy lives, so don't bother Flower Sister."
With that, she took the Hundred Flowers Valley Master's hand, as white as jade, and spoke gently:
"I know you have reservations, and I understand how busy you are. But if you can find some time, you should return to Daozhou."
"Even if you don't visit us sisters, at least greet the Grand Patriarch."
"The Grand Patriarch dotes on you the most and often mentions you. Don't let her feel disheartened..."
The Hundred Flowers Valley Master's face turned slightly guilty, and she nodded slightly.
Only then did the golden-clothed woman smile with satisfaction.
In Qian Xue Prefecture, the noble families were numerous, and their bloodlines were intertwined in a complex web.
Like the roots of an ancient tree, they were tangled and disordered.
To outsiders, it was like looking through a dense forest of branches and leaves, impossible to see the connections.
No one knew who was married to whom, who was related to whom, or who shared the same ancestor.
...
Two floors below the sword observation room, the leaders of the Four Sects were gathered.
Below them were the leaders of the Eight Sects and the other twelve minor sects.
The leaders of Tai Xu, Ta'e, and Chongxu Mountains were still sitting in the old room, sipping tea.
The room was quiet, and the atmosphere was heavy.
None of the three leaders spoke.
Before the Lunjian, they had been a bit nervous.
But this round, which would determine the leader of the Eight Sects, was a true ordeal.
It was also extremely nerve-wracking.
The only one who seemed relatively calm was the Ta'e Sect Leader.
He said, "I've spoken with Mo Hua."
Upon hearing this, the Tai Xu Gatekeeper immediately frowned, "Don't interfere with the disciples before the Lunjian."
"I gave him the Ta'e Sword Array", the Ta'e Sect Leader replied.
The Tai Xu Gatekeeper didn't say anything more.
Giving a gift didn't count as interference.
However, he was a bit surprised, "You really can let go..."
This was a sword array, after all.
The Ta'e Sect Leader said, "Mo Hua said that with this sword array, the Lunjian might be a bit 'easier.'"
"I won't elaborate on how important this Lunjian is."
"Any help, even if it just makes the Lunjian a bit 'easier,' is welcome."
The Tai Xu Gatekeeper and the Chongxu Sect Leader both nodded in agreement.
"You should have said that earlier. I would have given him the Chongxu Mountain Sword Array."
"Your Chongxu Mountain Sword Array isn't strong enough. When it comes to sword forging, Ta'e is the best. Give him the sword technique instead..."
"Even if I gave him the sword technique, it wouldn't help. Mo Hua isn't interested in sword techniques..."
"The Tai Xu Mountain doesn't emphasize the inheritance of sword techniques..."
The Tai Xu Gatekeeper, displeased, corrected, "It's not that we don't emphasize it. The sword techniques of Tai Xu Mountain focus on sword intent, which can only be understood after reaching the Jin Dan stage..."
"Once understood, their power is unimaginable."
"Isn't that a moot point?"
"This is the Zhu Ji Lunjian. Why bring up Jin Dan stage?"
"Besides, the sword intent techniques left by Tai Xu Mountain are not as strong as they used to be. What do we have left to offer..."
"This... The Patriarch is working on it..."
"What can he do?"
"This... I can't say yet..."
"Alright, show us when you have the chance, let us broaden our horizons..."
...
As they talked, they soon fell silent again.
The atmosphere became heavy once more.
The Ta'e Sect Leader suddenly slapped his forehead, "The tea? We're here to drink tea, right?"
The Chongxu Sect Leader frowned, "I'm not in the mood."
"Have some tea."
"The Lunjian is about to start."
The Ta'e Sect Leader sighed, "This Lunjian will be a tough fight. It won't be over until one side is completely destroyed."
"The Dalu Sect is not to be underestimated."
"Then there's Ye Zhiyuan and the Dalu Sky Flying Sword..."
Hearing this, everyone's heads ached.
"Have some tea, calm your mind."
The Tai Xu Elder took out a delicate tea set, the finest spring water, and fresh green tea leaves, and began to brew the tea.
But their minds were still on the competition.
...
At that moment, everyone's attention was focused on the Fang Tian Painting, eagerly awaiting the Lunjian that would determine the leader of the Eight Sects.
No one knew how long this Lunjian would last.
No one knew what kind of fierce battles would take place.
And no one knew how it would end...
Soon, the Dao Discussion Bell rang.
The Lunjian began.
The disciples from both sides entered the arena.
This was an Execution Match, where the goal was to kill the "leader" of the opposing side.
The Dalu Sect's "leader" was Ye Zhiyuan, the one with the highest cultivation and the strongest sword skills.
However, the Tai Xu Gate's "leader" was different this time. They chose Ling Hu Xiao.
Clearly, the Tai Xu Gate knew that this Lunjian was special. They couldn't afford to take any risks and couldn't let Mo Hua, who could be shattered by a single touch or killed by a single strike, be the "leader" this time.
Ye Zhiyuan sneered.
"Do you think I won't kill you just because you're not the leader?"
In this Lunjian, he not only intended to win and kill Ling Hu Xiao but also to kill Mo Hua.
Killing Mo Hua would make him the "Alliance Leader."
To him, the position of "Alliance Leader" was just as important as being the leader of the Eight Sects.
He was arrogant and looked down on others, but he wasn't foolish.
The significance and importance of an organization that included the Eight Sects, the twelve minor sects, and even some of the Four Sects' Tianjiao disciples were obvious, even without much thought.
Previously, no one had ever possessed such "charisma" to gather such a wide range of Tianjiao together, forming an alliance.
Even if the leader of such a Tianjiao "alliance" was merely nominal, with little real power, it would still be a significant position.
Moreover, this was just the beginning.
The alliance, established with the aim of "killing Mo Hua", was quite loose in structure.
But as long as he, Ye Zhiyuan, became the leader, he could gradually and imperceptibly change the nature of the alliance, making it serve his purposes.
As for Mo Hua?
Who cared?
He was merely a pawn used to stir up hatred, a pretext to gather the masses.
The Tianjiao from the Four Sects and Eight Sects were completely blinded by their hatred, taking "killing Mo Hua" seriously.
People driven by hatred lack the capacity for greatness.
Therefore, the leader of this alliance could only be him.
Only he, who didn't take Mo Hua seriously but could still kill him, had the "capacity."
Ye Zhiyuan stroked the Dalu Sword in his hand, which shared a mental connection with him. His gaze was sharp as he said coldly:
"Follow the plan, attack!"
"Yes!"
The disciples of the Dalu Sect sped forward, moving like sharp swords, quickly approaching the five members of the Tai Xu Gate.
Soon, the two sides met.
The battle was about to begin.
Four disciples of the Dalu Sect surrounded Linghu Xiao, attacking him together.
Ye Zhiyuan stood at a distance, controlling the Dalu Sword, silently reciting the Sword Control Technique, and summoning the Sky Flying Sword, ready to strike Linghu Xiao.
The greatest advantage of the Flying Sword Technique was its range.
Secondly, its speed.
And then, its power.
A distant flying sword was incredibly fast, with powerful Sword Qi, capable of ending an enemy's life in the blink of an eye.
Among all the disciples of the Qian Xue Sect, there were some whose Sword Qi was stronger than his, but none could control a flying sword as well as he could.
Therefore, he was the number one "flying sword" genius in Qian Xue.
This was a gift from heaven.
A natural talent for the sword.
He should make good use of it.
Ye Zhiyuan stood at a distance, activating the Dalu Flying Sword Technique, pretending to attack Linghu Xiao while his divine perception subtly locked onto Mo Hua.
Soon, he found Mo Hua.
Mo Hua, like him, was standing far away, completely still.
Ye Zhiyuan chuckled to himself, mocking internally:
"Fool, I stand still to control the sword. Are you standing still to wait for death?"
In sword combat, life and death hang by a thread.
Opportunities are fleeting.
Since Mo Hua had given him an opening, Ye Zhiyuan wouldn't let it slip away.
His sword was far, fast, and strong.
Pretending to attack Linghu Xiao, he would then strike Mo Hua unexpectedly.
Mo Hua, caught off guard, wouldn't have time to use any invisibility techniques or evasive maneuvers. He would be doomed!
Ye Zhiyuan controlled his sword, his eyes fixed on Linghu Xiao, while his divine perception quietly locked onto Mo Hua.
His sword hadn't even been unleashed.
Then, in the next instant, he noticed something flying toward him from a distance.
Ye Zhiyuan was taken aback.
What the hell… is flying toward me?
The object flying toward him was also far, fast, and glinting with a dangerous light.
His eyes couldn't identify it.
But deep down, he instinctively realized:
A sword?
Is it a sword?!
What the hell, someone is flying a sword to kill me?!
"Help!"
Ye Zhiyuan only had time to shout that one word.
He had chosen a safe position, fully focused on controlling his sword, and was most vulnerable to a sudden attack.
The other Dalu Sect disciples also sensed the anomaly and stepped in front of Ye Zhiyuan to protect him.
They tried to intercept the flying sword for him.
But the sword was too fast, and they were caught off guard, unable to stop it.
Not only them, but no one expected a sword to suddenly fly out from the Tai Xu Gate's formation.
The flying sword penetrated the four Dalu Sect disciples' interception, striking Ye Zhiyuan's chest with precision and speed.
But it was stopped by his Taoist robe.
Ye Zhiyuan was terrified.
But the sword had no Sword Qi and couldn't even pierce his robe.
Ye Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, cursing inwardly:
"What the hell is this? Is this even a flying sword? No Sword Qi at all? How is it supposed to kill me?"
In the next instant, the spirit sword trembled violently, and sword patterns began to glow.
Inside the spirit sword, the sword array absorbed spirit stones and activated, instantly generating the most powerful Mountain-Opening Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi accumulated, growing stronger and stronger, even exceeding the spirit sword's capacity.
Cracks began to appear on the sword's surface.
Then, in Ye Zhiyuan's incomprehensible and utterly terrified gaze, the spirit sword… exploded.
The explosion intertwined with the Sword Qi, creating a deafening roar.
The sharp and powerful Mountain-Opening Sword Qi, centered around the sword array, formed a Sword Qi vortex, instantly sweeping through the surroundings.
It was as if several massive swords were slicing through the air.
The surrounding rocks and trees were shattered to pieces.
Before anyone could react,
The bell on Lun Dao Mountain rang.
Lunjian had ended.
In just one strike, the duel was over.
On Lun Dao Mountain, there was a moment of dead silence.
Everyone was stunned, speechless.
Then, in an instant, a loud roar erupted, the noise reaching a fever pitch, like a volcanic eruption, and the entire Lun Dao Mountain was in an uproar…
(End of Chapter)
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