Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2141 Chapter 1009: Lu Fairy

Following the intense clash, Mo Hua's reputation started to build up steadily.

His rising notoriety didn't come from triumphs in Formations, but rather from his impressive feats with spells, boldly seized during the Sword Discussion Conference.

Disciples from the Qian Taoist Sect found themselves utterly "overpowered" and defeated by Mo Hua's basic spells.

This highlighted the remarkable prowess of Mo Hua in spellcasting.

Truth be told, Mo Hua served merely as a "supporter"; Linghu Xiao was the one delivering the fatal sword strikes.

Even if Linghu Xiao held the sword in his grasp.

The glory (or the infamy) fell squarely on Mo Hua's shoulders.

Linghu Xiao counts as a prodigy. Perishing by his blade makes perfect sense.

Yet getting overwhelmed and slain by Mo Hua's simple spells brings deep disgrace.

Soon enough, the sensation of being "shamed" into defeat by basic spells echoed across the lands.

An increasing number of sect prodigies experienced this bitter setback.

Mystic Fire Sect among the Twelve Streams, along with Spirit Sound Square.

Carefree Sect and Purple Mist Sect from the Eight Great Gates.

In these four sword discussions, defeat came at the hands of Taixu Gate.

To be exact, the losses belonged to Mo Hua.

Their followers endured nonstop pummeling from Mo Hua's ceaseless and dominant low-level Five Elements spells, leaving them fully overwhelmed.

They weren't without ideas to resist Mo Hua.

However, facing only a lone Fireball Technique, a solitary Water Prison Technique, or just dual fire and water Element spells, countermeasures might have proven simpler.

Yet the endless variety of Five Elements spells baffled them completely.

For protection, their only option was to adopt "spell defense" tactics, forging Spiritual Artifacts such as Taoist Robes to ward off the spells.

That said, the craft of artifact forging follows core rules.

A Spiritual Artifact performs best when aimed at a single type of spell.

The broader the range of spells it targets, the poorer its effectiveness becomes.

Mo Hua possesses a Small Five Elements Spiritual Root, seen as a versatile array of spells.

When confronting this "all-encompassing Five Elements" and "versatile" barrage of spells, creating Taoist Robes that guard against a little of each ends up guarding against zilch.

These kinds of Taoist Robes prove worthless, so it's preferable to forgo them entirely.

The cycle of Five Elements, their generation and restraint, how they bolster one another, uniting as Five Elements, all ensure no absolute countering trait exists, no genuine "flaw."

This hidden strength emerged far too late. Rushing a response proved challenging.

Moreover, Mo Hua's Divine Thought at Twenty Patterns sets him apart from typical Spiritual Cultivators at his core.

As a result, followers from Mystic Fire Sect, Spirit Sound Square, Carefree Sect, and Purple Mist Sect struggled against his expansive collection of Five Elements spells during the sword discussion, ultimately suffering loss.

Mo Hua's "foes" multiplied in number.

Had the defeats stemmed solely from Mo Hua's low-level Five Elements spells, the hatred toward him might not burn so fiercely.

Yet Mo Hua harbors a "nasty quirk":

He adores deploying the Fireball Technique for the finishing strike.

Frequently, after drawn-out fights where rivals are drained and short on Spiritual Power, Mo Hua instinctively launches a small Fireball Technique to "finish" them off.

As a result, numerous Qianxue geniuses "perished" beneath his Fireball Technique.

These sect prodigies felt utter hopelessness upon being "concluded" by Mo Hua's Fireball Technique.

In their hearts, they desperately wanted to declare:

Allow Linghu Xiao to strike me down with his sword.

Spare me from this idiotic Fireball Technique's demise!

Meeting one's end via a Chongxu Sword Dao genius's blade versus perishing to a basic Fireball Technique differs vastly in honor.

Every one of them stands as a famed sect prodigy.

Falling to a gifted swordsman's edge is tough to swallow in the first place.

Still, when stacked against the Fireball Technique, it's far more bearable, even

preferable.

Perishing to the Fireball Technique of a penniless Formation Master stains with true ignominy.

Regrettably, Mo Hua clings to this Fireball Technique habit, blind to their suffering.

The more Mo Hua relied on the Fireball Technique, the graver the "crimes" tied to his Fireball Technique grew.

Resentments piled up accordingly.

The deepest grudge arose from the sword discussion against Purple Mist Sect.

Purple Mist Sect, part of the Qianxue Eight Great Gates, passes down the Purple Mist

True Skill, a cultivation method that's gentle, deep, lifespan-extending, and

boasts solid might.

Prior rankings placed Purple Mist Sect above Taixu Gate, with robust disciples.

However, Mo Hua's style as a spiritual cultivator veers wildly off the norm,

brimming with unconventional approaches.

Disciples of Purple Mist Sect practice serene and straightforward cultivation methods, short on cunning maneuvers, and thus lack effective ways to handle Mo Hua's bizarre and varied "freakish" tactics.

Amid the heated confrontation, Purple Mist Sect's disciples got played to their doom by Mo

Hua's unrelenting Five Elements spells.

Naturally, Mo Hua's victory came at a cost.

His primary weakness remains rooted in Spiritual Power.

Doomed by his Spiritual Root and cultivation method, he suffers from a thin

base of Spiritual Power.

This represents the greatest flaw in spiritual cultivation.

Thus, despite casting low-level Five Elements spells that demand little Spiritual Power,

Mo Hua can't unleash them without restraint.

In particular, during extended battles, the longer they drag, the tighter the grip on Spiritual Power required. Numerous spells demand precise application.

His ability to dominate naturally fades sharply.

Regardless, during the sword discussion with Purple Mist Sect, Mo Hua secured the win.

True to form, he unleashed the Fireball Technique to "claim" the victory, sealed the match,

and like always, headed back to Taixu Gate for a hearty feast to treat himself, gearing up for the upcoming sword discussion.

Yet as he stepped into the dining hall, Mo Hua noticed his fellow disciples gazing at him in silence, their faces etched with a strange, indefinable weirdness.