Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2209 Chapter 1030: One Sword_2

"Master, you're here once more..." The Little Scholar knit his brows.

Bai Xiaosheng replied, "You simply don't understand—this is the Sword Discussion Conference. You must blend into the masses, observe alongside everyone, critique in unison, and cheer together; that's the true excitement."

"It's known as the Hundred Schools, where you witness the diverse aspects of existence. One day, you'll grasp it."

The Little Scholar responded, "I have no clue about these Hundred Schools or aspects of existence; all I know is that the ancestor warned you're neither seated correctly nor standing right, and if you continue straying off topic, he'll smash your face..."

Bai Xiaosheng shot him a fierce look. "Is that any way to address your master?"

The Little Scholar appeared somewhat aggrieved. "I didn't claim it; the ancestor did. They instructed me to deliver the reminder in person, as a caution."

Bai Xiaosheng dismissed it with a wave. "Pay no attention to them—they're frigid and dull, leaving a sour impression."

"Master, mind your speech. The ancestor will surely hear."

"So what if he does?" Bai Xiaosheng scoffed, though his assurance wavered a touch.

The Little Scholar pressed on, "Well... even if you avoid the ancestor, you ought to at least meet the uncle ancestor. He's the Sect Leader these days..."

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head firmly. "I refuse. Absolutely not seeing him."

"Truly not heading there? The uncle ancestor is quite amiable..."

"Not going."

The Little Scholar inquired with curiosity, "Is it that you refuse to face him, or merely dislike calling him 'uncle grandpa'?"

Bai Xiaosheng's expression soured, and he pinched the Little Scholar's lips. "One of these days, I'll sew that little mouth of yours closed."

The Little Scholar mumbled a few protesting noises.

At last, Bai Xiaosheng released him.

The Little Scholar massaged his face, complaining discontentedly, "Alright, skip it then..."

"I'll inform the ancestor that you're occupied... delving into the Hundred Schools, pondering the facets of existence..."

Bai Xiaosheng nodded approvingly.

The Little Scholar spun around and took a few steps before glancing back to warn:

"Master, try to speak less, critique less, and above all, avoid badmouthing the uncle ancestor's sect, to prevent stirring up issues with your tongue, irking those not to be crossed..."

Bai Xiaosheng irritably replied, "Fine, fine, I'm aware of my actions. Keep nagging, and I'll sew your mouth shut."

Only then did the Little Scholar reluctantly depart, murmuring under his breath, his form fading into vagueness and vanishing tracelessly.

Once the Little Scholar had gone, Bai Xiaosheng sensed a minor weight lifted and eagerly dove into the throng.

Separate from the masses, he appeared refined, resembling a young man with a scholarly aura.

Yet upon joining them, he swiftly adopted a mundane vibe, akin to a carefree strolling Loose Cultivator, merging seamlessly with the group, lively chatting with several Foundation Building Cultivators:

"I stand by it—Taixu Gate is doomed."

"I'm skipping their Sect Leader entirely, but from Elder level downward, particularly

the disciples—they fall short of what a Great Sect demands!"

"The Sword Dao legacy has waned, and today's sword arts aren't even fit for display."

"As for Mo Hua..."

"A Formation Master depending on arrays to survive at the Sword Discussion Conference—what nonsense is that?"

"In this match, Daluo Sect will demonstrate genuine swordsmanship to him, revealing the essence of true sword discussion."

"Daluo Sect's foundation is formidable. Looking back, it stems from the 'Daluo Sword Sect,' an ancient powerhouse with a fearsome legacy."

"Notably, the Daluo Flying Sword Skill—the significance of 'Flying' eludes you all."

"I possess some confidential knowledge, but I can't reveal it..."

Bai Xiaosheng asserted with assurance, "Thus, I foresee Taixu Gate suffering defeat today."

"And Mo Hua won't dodge death this time..."

"Doubt me? Observe closely and witness..."

The spectators buzzed with animated chatter among the assembly.

On the opposite side, Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Yu Er, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and the rest sat in somber silence, fixated on Fang Tian's painting.

Every one of them concentrated on this sword discussion round.

And harbored quiet worries for Mo Hua, who was engaging in the sword discussion.

High above the gathering, within the Sword Observation Tower.

The count of "VIPS" attending the viewing had clearly increased compared to before.

In a lavish and extravagant chamber.

The Hundred Flower Valley master, dressed in gorgeous robes, radiantly stunning and majestic, occupied a seat at the table, peering through the window at

Fang Tian's painting.

Within Fang Tian's painting, a striking youth readied himself for combat.

The Hua Valley Master slightly creased his forehead.

A nagging sense of similarity troubled him...

In the array realm, similarly gifted, bearing a hint of otherworldly poise in his gaze.

Similarly debated and resented.

Admirers abounded, yet haters outnumbered them.

Yet upon reflection, the differences stood out starkly.

His Spiritual Root was truly mediocre, and he hadn't cultivated swordsmanship.

His array skills shone, but the style diverged.

His demeanor was overly warm and endearing, deeply connected to peers, cherished by seniors, and even pampered by the ancestor.

Indeed, resentment existed, but stemmed from his 'talent'—no, from his sporadic pranks.

All this contrasted sharply with that figure, keen like a celestial blade,

untainted by mortal affairs...

Engulfed in reverie, the Hua Valley Master drifted into a daze.

Just then, a woman chuckled lightly. "Sister, what's on your mind?"

The Hua Valley Master looked around, offering a faint smile. "Recalling some old memories."

A lady with creamy skin, gaze commanding, exuding an innate air of nobility in golden garments, softly grasped the Hua Valley Master's arm, teasingly scolded:

"Your heart is truly unyielding—you haven't even considered visiting your sister in the Taoist State."

Nearby, two women a bit younger, attired in sumptuous outfits with aristocratic looks, nodded in agreement and remarked:

"Precisely, precisely."

"Decades have passed without a word from Sister Hua, obviously not holding us dear."