Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2092 Chapter 993: Odds of Victory (Part 3)

Therefore, exchanging and verifying ideas together is essential, allowing our perspectives to expand gradually and our comprehension to deepen steadily.

Mo Hua gained plenty of insights from Xie Ling, and Xie Ling had thoughtfully gathered some Jade Slips and texts specifically for him, which left Mo Hua feeling even more thankful.

"If anyone picks on you in Taixu Gate down the line, just come straight to me..."

Mo Hua gave a firm promise.

In other spots, he wouldn't dare make such a strong vow.

Yet inside Taixu Gate's boundaries, he possessed a certain level of sway.

Xie Ling couldn't hold back a chuckle, yet he also felt appreciative, "Thanks, Junior Brother."

Mo Hua stored the Jade Slip away, planning to study it whenever he found a free moment, and then he and Xie Ling headed back along the shared route to the Disciple's Residence.

During their journey, they conversed casually for a bit, and the discussion shifted to the Sword Discussion Conference set for a few months ahead; Xie Ling's tone brimmed with longing.

Mo Hua felt a touch of intrigue, "You're not joining in?"

Xie Ling gave a nod.

"How come?" Mo Hua inquired.

Xie Ling answered, "I know my limits. The clan techniques I picked up from young focus on feng shui and burial sites, not suited for head-on clashes."

"Given my mid-to-low grade Spiritual Root aptitude, I could place decently in Gen State's Xie family. But in the Qianxue State Boundary, I'd just scrape the bottom."

"My Spiritual Root's just ordinary," Mo Hua remarked.

Xie Ling let out a gentle laugh, "Junior Brother, you stand apart. Sure, your Spiritual Root isn't top-notch, but you excel at Formations. Me, though..."

Xie Ling let out a sigh, "I fall short in all areas; showing up would turn me into mere fodder and shame our Sect."

Mo Hua gazed at Xie Ling, pausing briefly before questioning:

"Do you wish to join the conference?"

Xie Ling fell quiet.

After a short while, he exhaled steadily:

"Junior Brother, in this realm, certain folks are fated to stay as mere onlookers."

As onlookers, they must linger on the sidelines, witnessing the "protagonists" bask in dazzling glory up front.

All they manage is to applaud from afar.

When Xie Ling uttered those lines, his face stayed remarkably serene.

This harsh fact had dawned on him upon entering the Qianxue State Boundary, and he'd slowly come to terms with this icy reality.

The Sword Discussion platform holds boundless honor.

Yet the majority must settle for seats beneath it as mere watchers.

And through much of their existence, they remain such faceless figures in the crowd.

Just like him.

Xie Ling wore a sorrowful look.

Mo Hua stood frozen, at a loss for words to uplift him.

He might offer soothing phrases, but empty "clichés" like that would ring hollow.

Upon arriving at the Disciple's Residence, they bid farewell.

Xie Ling's spirits bounced back swiftly.

It was merely a dash of yearning, a hint of letdown, a trace of irritation, a smidge of unwillingness, and a touch of resignation.

As one of these unremarkable "low-rank" disciples, he'd long since adapted to emotions like these.

"Junior Brother, give it your all in the Sword Discussion!" Xie Ling urged Mo Hua with genuine warmth.

Mo Hua nodded, his face showing mixed feelings.

Yet deep down, a wave of unease stirred within him.

All the way to the Disciple's Residence, Mo Hua carried a sour ache in his chest.

In this world, every soul yearns to claim the spotlight as the lead.

No one craves obscurity.

But for pupils like Xie Ling, unable to even assemble a squad, he basically lacks the know-how to vie against rivals.

They hail from esteemed lineages.

Still, in the Qianxue State Boundary, they count as "low-rank" disciples without question.

And being "low-rank," countless others must share that status...

Mo Hua sank into quiet reflection.

He perched at his table, eyes fixed on the Formation sketch he'd rendered, deep in reverie; time slipped by unnoticed until a sudden spark of clarity hit.

Mo Hua jolted upright.

He abruptly saw that his earlier approach had been deeply misguided.

He'd fixated on plotting ways to seize "first place in the Sword Discussion."

That mindset, at its core, proved flawed.

It ought not center on him claiming the top spot.

A single person's strength has bounds.

No matter his prowess, he couldn't genuinely rival the elite geniuses from the Four Great Sects.

What he needed was to rally every disciple in Taixu Gate, urging them all to push forward.

It shouldn't revolve around his squad taking first.

Rather, Taixu Gate as a whole should claim victory.

Provided Taixu Gate secures first, if the "Wood Revitalization Formation" ends up with Taixu Gate, it might as well be his own.

Whether he personally ranks first doesn't matter.

His aim boils down to the Formation alone.

"For Taixu Gate to grab first..."

Mo Hua mulled over it with fierce concentration, his features intent.

The Sword Discussion Conference operates on a "points accumulation" model, where each win earns specific points, and the Sect amassing the highest tally claims the top Sword Discussion honor.

So, at heart, the Sword Discussion Conference boils down to "Sect rivalry."

It aims to select the Sect that nurtures its disciples most effectively.

Not to crown the mightiest "disciple" inside a single Sect.

This explains the team format of the Sword Discussion, where wins add points to the Sect's total based on their count.

The ancestors of the Qianxue State Boundary, when first crafting the Sword Discussion, likely intended precisely that.

They sought for pupils to unite in service to the Sect, gauging its growth through collective effort.

This forms the true essence of Sects clashing in the "Sword Discussion."

However, as the Cultivation World advanced and the Sword Discussion format shifted, this founding purpose faded into obscurity.

Today's Sword Discussion pits whose pupils wield the keenest edge.

The two appear alike, yet their implications diverge sharply.

And presently, while Taixu Gate lacks standout "prodigies," the Three Sects Unification has swelled their disciple numbers.

Should sufficient low-rank disciples prevail, Taixu Gate's points would pile up, boosting their chances naturally.

Mo Hua remembered his master's initial guidance.

The master had told him to serve as a "support" in combat arts, minimizing conflicts to stay unbeatable.

But the master mentioned supporting without limiting the scope.

Aiding one counts as support.

Backing one team qualifies as support.

Yet uplifting a whole cohort, or every disciple in a Sect, still qualifies as "support."

"Support" all of Taixu Gate's disciples, harnessing vast energies, unite the entire Sect in the bid for that top spot!

He mustn't overlook his fellow Junior Brothers.

Only through this can he genuinely embody Taixu Gate's "Junior Brother"!

Mo Hua's eyes shone brighter and brighter.

A route brimming with profound mysteries and weaving destinies sharpened into focus before him.

Wasting no moment, Mo Hua dove into arrangements at once.

One scheme after another—Formations, tactics for Spiritual Artifacts... he reworked and refined them thoroughly.

Come the following day, Mo Hua sought out Cheng Mo:

"Round up all the Junior Brothers, I've got words for them."