Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2165 Chapter 1016: Reunion (Part 3)

Naturally, he made sure to inquire about various matters that genuinely troubled him, including:

"Is your Divine Sense truly at the peak of Nineteen Patterns?"

"Did you actually outshine the Four Great Sects in the Foundation Building Middle Stage and claim the Formation Leader title?"

"Are you really the direct grandson of the Taixu Ancestor?"

"Are you the secret son of the Taixu Sect Master?"

"I heard you blasted the head of the Purple Mist Sect's top beauty with the Fireball Technique?"

...

Mo Hua responded honestly to most of these queries.

For example, he indeed held the Formation Leader position.

With genuine prowess, he surpassed the Four Great Sects in the Formation Competition, securing the top spot through pure merit, free from any bias or tricks.

He was also not the Taixu Sect Master's hidden offspring.

Nor the Taixu Ancestor's blood grandson.

Furthermore, blowing up the head of the Purple Mist Sect's foremost beauty with the Fireball Technique was far from his plan.

His mind was entirely on the Sword Discussion, utterly distracted, and he honestly failed to identify her.

He had no intent to draw the fairy's notice through his aloof demeanor either...

That said, Mo Hua did fib a little on certain questions.

For one, his Divine Sense wasn't merely at the peak of Nineteen Patterns; it had advanced to the Twenty Patterns Golden Core Realm's Divine Thought.

Yet revealing such an extraordinary secret felt too shocking. With the ancestor's stern warnings echoing in his ears, Mo Hua chose to keep it hidden.

...

They conversed in this friendly manner, as if they were longtime companions and close allies, right up until sunset painted the sky, the dusk glow dimmed, and darkness descended. Small lights flickered to life across Taixu Mountain, glowing otherworldly and radiant, resembling a paradise in the heavens.

Zhang Lan stood to depart.

Mo Hua tried to convince him to linger.

Zhang Lan shook his head: "Returning too late will draw the Chief Elder's ire. Plus, you must concentrate on the Sword Discussion without any interruptions."

Mo Hua paused briefly, then agreed with a nod.

Uncle Zhang was spot on.

The Sword Discussion demanded intense focus.

Especially with his unique status and array of hidden aces. If laid bare for all to see, he'd surely become a prime target, forcing him to invest extra effort in plotting countermeasures and preparing tactics in advance.

Only through such vigilance could he triumph in battle after battle.

"So, Uncle Zhang, will you remain in the Qian Learning State Boundary for some time?"

"Yes," Zhang Lan affirmed with a nod, "until the Sword Discussion concludes."

Mo Hua grinned, "Wonderful! Once the Sword Discussion ends, I'll host you with fine wine and hearty feasts."

Zhang Lan grinned back and nodded, replying, "Sounds good."

As night deepened, Zhang Lan set off, and Mo Hua escorted him all the way to Taixu Mountain's entrance.

Right before they parted, Zhang Lan recalled something and cautioned, "Mo Hua, stay vigilant..."

Mo Hua halted, slightly puzzled, "Vigilant about what?"

Zhang Lan wavered a bit before asking, "During the Sword Discussion... you tend to rely on low-level spells, right..."

Mo Hua nodded plainly, "I only master low-level spells, so naturally, that's all I can cast."

"Then finishing foes with the Fireball Technique..."

"It's swift, effective, handy, and straightforward."

"And your Concealment Technique..."

"They're out to slay me, so I must deploy the Concealment Technique to escape. Wouldn't I end up dead otherwise?"

"Employing the Concealment Technique for games of hide-and-seek..."

"It's about buying time, giving Xiaoxiao and the rest the opening to dominate the field and secure our victory..."

Zhang Lan was stunned.

Mo Hua's explanations rang with undeniable logic, yet he remained oblivious to the deep mental scars his "perfectly natural" actions inflicted on the Sword Discussion's participants.

He had no clue how many onlookers fumed until they nearly coughed up blood.

From the spectator areas, accusations of Mo Hua's "heinous offenses" echoed everywhere.

But on this topic, Zhang Lan found himself at a loss for words momentarily.

After some time, he let out a sigh and reflected:

Never mind, true excellence always stirs envy.

In the pursuit of Cultivation on the Dao path, aiming for acclaim from others will surely invite their criticism too.

Great accomplishments without drawing envy or backlash simply don't exist.

"I'll be cheering for you from the stands, witnessing your awe-inspiring feats in the Sword Discussion!" Zhang Lan's face softened with warmth, gazing at Mo Hua supportively.

Mo Hua smiled too, "Thanks, Uncle Zhang."

Then, under the cover of night, the pair said their goodbyes.

Zhang Lan began his descent from the mountain.

Mo Hua stayed atop it.

The one heading down brimmed with satisfaction, reverence, and disbelief.

The one remaining behind felt his heart swell with cozy delight.

Along the endless road of Dao Cultivation, heartwarming connections always emerge.

In the vast ocean of humanity, certain souls quietly watch over you.

Mo Hua observed as Zhang Lan faded into the horizon, a gentle smile gracing his features, his eyes sparkling with light.

Only after Zhang Lan's silhouette vanished completely did he turn around and head back into the Taixu Gate...

Of course, with folks who cherished Mo Hua, there were bound to be those who despised him.

Plenty admired him; naturally, far more loathed him.

Across every sect in the Qian Learning State Boundary.

A shadowy "group" was stealthily taking shape.

A unique Letter Token spread in secrecy.

This Letter Token carried a stark, ruthless title—

"Tumo Order."

Any disciple who received this "Tumo Order" and fulfilled a specific link of fate while gaining full consensus could enlist in this enigmatic group.

And all bearers of the "Tumo Order" could link up via a shared Yuan Magnetic Base Formation using their Token.

Allies within could share communications freely.

At that instant, one after another, members seething with rage and animosity entered the fold incognito.

Inside the Tumo Order, streams of magnetic script revealed messages...

"A Canglang Sword enters the alliance..."

"I join, sworn enemies with the Fireball Technique..."

"Nameless One enters the alliance..."

"Death to the Water Prison Technique enters the alliance..."

"Purple Mist's First Fairy enters the alliance..."

"Anyone using Concealment is a dog enters the alliance..."

"A Boy Like the Wind enters the alliance..."

...

"Big Fool enters the alliance..."

Everyone: ...

This moniker left the Tumo Order hushed for an instant.

Someone queried: "Shi Tiangang?"

Big Fool: "Yes."

Everyone: "..."

Death to the Water Prison Technique: "No need to be that blunt; you could tone it down a notch, maybe obscure your name somewhat..."

Big Fool: "I'm anonymous."

Everyone: "..."

Death to the Water Prison Technique: "What I mean is, pick a less obvious alias, not so... blatant?"

Big Fool: "No need."

Big Fool: "This name suits me, serving as a reminder to push myself, to tough it out, and never let go of my burning hatred..."

Big Fool: "I vow not to stop until Mo Hua perishes!"

Nameless One: "Well said! I respect that!"

A Boy Like the Wind: "I'm with you."

A Canglang Sword: "I offer my aid."

Purple Mist's First Fairy: "If you need Spirit Stones, just say the word."

I am irreconcilable with the Fireball Technique: "Vow to eliminate Mo Hua!"

...

For a spell, the group buzzed with fervor, everyone roaring:

"Mo Hua must perish!"

"Vow to eliminate Mo Hua!"

"I am sworn enemies with Mo Hua!"

"If I don't slay Mo Hua at least once, my life is wasted!"

"If I don't slay Mo Hua once, I'll stay single forever!"

...

Soon after, the Yuan magnetic pulses wavered, and the Magnetic Ink cut out.

No further messages could be dispatched for the time being.

A fully anonymous figure, their identity a blot of dark Magnetic Ink, broadcast a grave declaration to the assembly:

"The Demon Slaying Alliance forms today.

Pledge: Mo Hua must perish!

Principle: Vow to eliminate Mo Hua!

Token: Tumo Order.

Entry condition: Sworn enemies with Mo Hua!

Active mission:

At the Sword Discussion Conference, under the gaze of countless eyes, slay Mo Hua once.

No limits on background, no bounds on cultivation, employ every method available—just slay him once!

Whoever fells Mo Hua shall rise as the alliance's 'Alliance Hierarch,' honored by all.

Their glory etched into every soul, forever legendary!"

...

In that moment, every possessor of the "Tumo Order" sensed a fierce blaze igniting in their core.