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

Naturally, he made sure to inquire about various matters that had been weighing heavily on his mind, 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 to claim the Formation Leader title?"

"Are you genuinely the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor?"

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

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

...

Mo Hua responded to the majority of these queries with complete honesty.

For example, he was indeed the Formation Leader.

He had genuinely relied on his "solid prowess" to eclipse the Four Great Sects, securing the top spot in the Formation Competition through pure merit, without any bias or tricks.

Furthermore, he wasn't the illegitimate son of the Taixu Sect Master.

Nor was he the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor.

Additionally, it hadn't been his deliberate choice to deploy the Fireball Technique and explode the head of the Purple Mist Sect's foremost beauty.

During the Sword Discussion, his attention was fully on the event, utterly distracted, and he honestly hadn't identified her.

He also wasn't attempting to draw the fairy's interest with his aloof demeanor...

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

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

Yet revealing such an extraordinary detail felt too shocking and unconventional. Moreover, the ancestor had cautioned him multiple times, so Mo Hua chose to keep it hidden.

...

They conversed in this manner, as if they were longtime companions and close comrades, right up until dusk settled, the twilight dimmed, and darkness enveloped everything. Small lanterns flickered to life across Taixu Mountain, glowing with an otherworldly radiance, resembling a heavenly paradise overhead.

Zhang Lan stood up to depart.

Mo Hua tried to convince him to linger.

Zhang Lan shook his head: "If I get back too late, the Chief Elder will scold me. Plus, you must concentrate on the Sword Discussion without any interruptions."

Mo Hua paused briefly, then agreed with a nod.

Uncle Zhang was speaking the truth.

The Sword Discussion demanded intense focus.

This was especially true considering his unique status and array of hidden aces. Should they come into public scrutiny, he'd surely face intense scrutiny, forcing him to invest significant effort in plotting countermeasures and preparations in advance.

Only through such measures 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, "Excellent, once the Sword Discussion ends, I'll host you for some wine and hearty meals."

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

As the night grew deeper, Zhang Lan set off, and Mo Hua escorted him all the way to the Taixu Mountain gate.

Just before they parted, Zhang Lan recalled something and warned, "Mo Hua, stay vigilant…"

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

Zhang Lan wavered a bit before asking, "During the Sword Discussion… do you often rely on low-level spells…"

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

"Then casting the Fireball Technique to end things…"

"It's swift, effective, and hassle-free."

"And your Concealment Technique…"

"They're out to end me, so I must activate the Concealment Technique to escape. If not, I'd be done for."

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

"It's to buy time, giving Xiaoxiao and the rest an 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 had inflicted on the Sword Discussion participants.

He had no idea how many onlookers had been driven to rage, nearly coughing up blood in frustration.

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

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

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

Never mind, those who aren't envied are ordinary.

Pursuing success in Cultivation and hoping for universal acclaim will always invite criticism from others.

Achieving remarkable feats without drawing envy or backlash simply can't happen.

"I'll be watching you from the audience below, as you unleash your mighty prowess in the Sword Discussion!" Zhang Lan's face softened, gazing at Mo Hua with supportive warmth.

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

Following that, under the cover of night, the pair said their goodbyes.

Zhang Lan made his way down the mountain.

Mo Hua stayed atop the peak.

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

The one remaining on high felt his spirit warmed by contentment and delight.

Along the endless path of Cultivation, heartwarming connections always arise.

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

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

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

True enough, while some folks cherished Mo Hua, others despised him intensely.

Plenty admired him; even more loathed him with fervor.

Across every sect in the Qian Learning State Boundary.

A secretive "group" was stealthily taking shape.

A distinctive Letter Token spread covertly among them.

This Letter Token carried a stark, resolute title—

"Tumo Order."

Any disciple who received this "Tumo Order" and fulfilled a specific condition while gaining collective approval could enlist in this enigmatic group.

All bearers of the "Tumo Order" could connect via a shared Yuan Magnetic Base Formation using their Token.

Members among themselves could share communications freely.

At that instant, one after another, individuals seething with fury and resentment entered the fold incognito.

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

"A Canglang Sword enters the alliance…"

"I join, at odds with the Fireball Technique forever…"

"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 caused a brief hush in the Tumo Order.

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 little, at least mask your name somewhat…"

Big Fool: "I'm staying anonymous."

Everyone: "..."

Death to the Water Prison Technique: "What I mean is, pick a subtler alias, not quite so… obvious?"

Big Fool: "No need."

Big Fool: "This name suits me fine; it'll serve as my personal reminder, pushing me through trials, keeping my burning hatred alive…"

Big Fool: "I vow not to stop until Mo Hua meets his end!"

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!"

...

Suddenly, the group surged with fervor, everyone clamoring:

"Mo Hua must perish!"

"Vow to eliminate Mo Hua!"

"I am at odds with Mo Hua!"

"If I don't strike down Mo Hua at least once, my life was wasted!"

"If I don't strike down Mo Hua at least once, I'll stay unwed forever!"

...

Moments later, the Yuan magnetic signals wavered, and the Magnetic Ink cut out.

Messages halted for the time being.

A fully anonymous figure, their identifier a blot of dense black 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.

Joining condition: At odds with Mo Hua!

Current task:

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

No limits on background, no limits on cultivation level, employ every method available, just ensure that one kill!

The one who fells Mo Hua shall rise as the alliance 'Alliance Hierarch,' worshipped by all.

Their glory shall be etched into every soul, immortal forever!"

...

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