Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2100 Chapter 996: Supreme Goodness Like Water (Part 2)

The procedure unfolded without a hitch, and the ambiance remained utterly ordinary.

Taia Sect Leader let out a deep breath, musing to himself, 'This kid Xuan Er might seem defiant on a regular basis, yet he displays sharp discernment during pivotal times, steering clear of disruptions and carrying out the plan flawlessly.'

Truly, after a brief separation of several days, he warranted a renewed perspective.

One shouldn't judge folks through fixed 'biases' forever.

Individuals evolve and develop over time.

This 'clan brother' of my generation now interacts smoothly with learners from various peaks.

Taia Sect Leader sensed profound satisfaction.

He lifted his tea cup, preparing to sip, only to catch a sudden 'thud,' indicating a mistake had happened.

Ouyang Xuan and the burly fellow experienced a formation slip-up in their positions, abruptly crashing into one another from front and rear, both tumbling down.

The burly one rose, muttering complaints under his breath.

Ouyang Xuan's features hardened into iciness.

The air grew thick with strain in an instant.

Taia Sect Leader froze, sensing an issue, but before he could respond, a clear voice echoed:

'Little Xuan, launch a diversion on the right flank, watch out for bumping into Cheng Mo...'

With his Feather Transformation realm and deep cultivation, even from afar, the words reached him clearly.

This remark left the Sect Leader utterly baffled.

'Little Xuan'... Who could that possibly mean?

Was it... Ouyang Xuan?

Given that youth's unyielding nature, would he endure such a thing?

Taia Sect Leader peered intently, and indeed, Ouyang Xuan's face twisted in annoyance, evidently loathing this 'pet name,' his gaze flashing with fury.

It was obvious he detested it intensely.

Yet in the following instant, with haughty poise and scorn, he let out a chilly huff, striding straight toward the right side.

Evidently, he put up with it.

Taia Sect Leader stood dumbfounded, nearly convinced he'd misseen the scene.

Was this truly Ouyang Xuan?

How could he bear it?

Back in Taia Sect, even my mild scolding would irk him; a word from a True Transmission Elder might spark his open irritation.

This 'headstrong fool,' ever since reaching Taixu Mountain, had undergone a total personality shift?

Taia Sect Leader reflected briefly, gazing intently at Mo Hua while waves of feelings churned inside.

Linghu Xiao of Mount Chongxu sought alliance with him.

Now, their very own Ouyang Xuan from Taia Mountain heeded his directives, even accepting the moniker 'Little Xuan' sans outburst.

This youngster could well be a 'fiend' capable of captivating hearts?

He eyed Mo Hua's striking appearance, clear gaze and neat smile, his doubts mounting further...

This issue weighed heavily on Taia Sect Leader's mind.

It persisted even as he took leave from Taixu Sect Master, departed the drill ground, headed back to Taia Mountain, and settled into the Sect Leader's quarters, where worry still gnawed at him.

Eventually, resolve hardened within him; he called for an Elder and directed:

'Send Taia Mountain disciples to seek out Mo Hua, request his aid in forming teams, joint practice, and joining the Debate.'

The Elder blinked in surprise, 'Sect Leader, this...'

Taia Sect Leader dismissed it with a gesture, 'No more; I've weighed it carefully. This boy named 'Mo Hua,' since he can 'rein in' even Xuan Er, sorting teams for Taia Mountain pupils ought to pose no issue.'

'Moreover, I've observed Taixu Mountain's drills; they're structured impeccably. Victory isn't guaranteed, but it'll outperform our Taia Mountain's efforts for sure.'

'With the Three Sects now united, boundaries have dissolved.'

'We ought to tag along...'

As Sect Leader, his approach stayed ever practical.

If another's skilled, emulate them; if stronger, align accordingly.

That's true pragmatism.

Thanks to this mindset, Taia Sect had once 'blended' its way to prominence among the Eight Great Gates.

While the Sect Leader issued orders, fellow Elders seldom challenged.

'So...' The Elder paused thoughtfully, 'Should I handle the setup?'

'Indeed.' Taia Sect Leader affirmed with a nod, 'Make it quick; Qianxue Debate looms near, and time slips away.'

'Got it.'

The Elder departed, carrying out the Sect Leader's will by relaying the directive.

The order rippled through the disciple ranks.

Within Taia Mountain's Disciple Residence.

Several disciples clustered, chattering eagerly.

'The Elder told us to track down 'Junior Brother,' have him guide us through the Debate.'

'Which 'Junior Brother'?'

'Mo Hua, obviously—who else?'

'I get that, but...' A disciple hushed his tone, a bit irked, 'He's Taixu Mountain's lineage Junior Brother; why involve our Taia Mountain?'

'Hasn't he instructed you in Formation too?'

'Whether he has or not, we'd at best nod to him; dubbing him 'Junior Brother' behind his back? He hasn't merited it.'

'Do as you like; if you won't say it, I will.'

'Spineless.'

The disciple shot back, 'He passed on Formation knowledge to me, even marked my effort 'A,' claiming I've got real talent... If not him as Junior Brother, who then—you?'

'Folks ought to show some gratitude...'

'Fine, fine, down to essentials.'

'Are we set on linking up with Mo Hua for the Debate?'

'What choice? It's the Elder's command, the Sect Leader's wish...'

'On that note, Mo... Junior Brother's merely a Formation Master; does he excel at Debate?'

'Hard to say...'

'Yet Taixu Mountain's Debate practice looks worlds apart. Some Taia Mountain folks have joined Taixu teams; I inquired, and their methods diverge completely from ours...'

'So, heading to Taixu Mountain for real?'

Taia Mountain's disciples wavered.

Moments later, one with keen eyes turned to a somewhat tanned, compact disciple in their midst:

'Mu Tou, you're tight with Junior Brother—does he truly shine this much?'

Ouyang Mu hunched over sketches of artifact forging patterns.

All these came from Mo Hua, seeking his input on refining and enhancing Formation-Artifact Refining synergy.

At the question, Ouyang Mu lifted his gaze.

Though still on the smaller side, prolonged time with Mo Hua plus the trials in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons had seasoned him greatly, instilling a steadfast assurance in his expression.