Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2141 Chapter 1009: Lu Fairy

Following this intense confrontation, Mo Hua's reputation began to spread steadily.

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

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

This highlights the exceptional prowess Mo Hua holds in spellcasting.

In truth, though, Mo Hua served merely as a supporter; Linghu Xiao was the one delivering the fatal sword strikes.

Yet despite Linghu Xiao being the one swinging the blade.

The glory—or the shame—ended up pinned on Mo Hua.

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

However, getting utterly dominated and crushed by Mo Hua's simple spells brings profound disgrace.

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

An increasing number of prodigies from various sects experienced this bitter defeat.

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

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

All four of these sword discussions fell to Taixu Gate.

To be exact, the losses came at the hands of Mo Hua.

Their cultivators got hammered relentlessly by Mo Hua's ceaseless barrage of powerful low-level Five Elements spells, leaving them totally helpless.

They weren't without ideas on how to resist Mo Hua.

Yet if it involved only one Fireball Technique, a lone Water Prison Technique, or just fire and water Two Elements spells, countermeasures might have been simpler to devise.

The vast array of Five Elements spells, however, left them utterly baffled.

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

That said, the craft of artifact refining 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 defensive capabilities become.

Mo Hua possesses a Small Five Elements Spiritual Root, making him a master of spell variety.

Facing this "all-encompassing Five Elements," "ever-shifting" assortment of spells, creating Taoist Robes that offer partial protection against many things results in no real defense at all.

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

The cycle of Five Elements, their mutual generation and restraint, how they bolster one another, and unite as a whole, ensure no single attribute can fully overpower them—no genuine "flaw" exists.

This hidden strength emerged too suddenly. Rushing a response proved nearly impossible.

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

As a result, the cultivators 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 succumbing to loss.

The number of Mo Hua's "foes" grew substantially.

Had their defeats come 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 finishing fights with the Fireball Technique.

Frequently, after drawn-out clashes where rivals are drained and their Spiritual Power runs low, Mo Hua instinctively launches a small Fireball Technique to "finish" them off.

Thus, a growing count of Qianxue's talents "perish" beneath his Fireball Technique.

These sect prodigies feel utter hopelessness when "concluded" by Mo Hua's Fireball Technique.

Deep down, they long to declare:

Allow Linghu Xiao to strike me down with his sword.

Spare me from this ridiculous Fireball Technique's demise!

Meeting one's end by a Chongxu Sword Dao genius's blade versus falling to a basic Fireball Technique carries vastly different honors.

Every one of them is a famed sect prodigy.

Dying at the hands of a skilled expert is already tough to swallow.

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

preferable.

Perishing to a penniless Formation Master's Fireball Technique stains one's legacy with true disgrace.

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

The more Mo Hua relied on the Fireball Technique, the greater the "wrongs" it accumulated.

Resentments piled up accordingly.

The deepest grudge arose from the clash with Purple Mist Sect.

Purple Mist Sect, part of Qianxue's Eight Great Gates, practices the Purple Mist

True Skill—a cultivation method that's gentle, deep, life-prolonging, and

far from weak in might.

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

Still, the issue lay in Mo Hua's unorthodox style as a spiritual cultivator,

brimming with unpredictable approaches.

Purple Mist Sect's disciples follow serene and straightforward cultivation paths, short on cunning moves, so they lacked effective ways to handle Mo Hua's bizarre and varied "fiend."

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

Hua's unrelenting Five Elements spells.

Naturally, Mo Hua's victory wasn't effortless.

His primary challenge remained Spiritual Power.

His Spiritual Root and cultivation method condemned him to a thin

base of Spiritual Power.

This stands as the greatest flaw for any spiritual cultivator.

Therefore, despite casting low-level Five Elements spells that demand little

Spiritual Power, Mo Hua can't unleash them without restraint.

In extended fights especially, as time drags on, precise management of Spiritual Power becomes essential. Numerous spells require careful deployment.

His ability to dominate naturally drops off sharply.

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

Sticking to routine, he deployed the Fireball Technique to "claim" the final point, sealing the match,

then headed back to Taixu Gate as always, ready for a hearty feast to celebrate, before gearing up for the upcoming sword discussion.

Yet when he stepped into the dining hall, Mo Hua noticed his fellow disciples staring silently at him, their faces marked by a strange, indefinable weirdness.