Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2209 Chapter 1030: One Sword_2

"Master, you've shown up here once more..." The Little Scholar creased his brow.

Bai Xiaosheng replied, "You just don't grasp it, this is the Sword Discussion Conference. You need to blend into the masses, observe alongside them, critique in unison, cheer together—that's the real thrill."

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

The Little Scholar responded, "I have no clue about Hundred Schools or existence's aspects; I only recall the ancestor warning that you neither sit nor stand correctly, and if you persist in going astray, he'll smash your face..."

Bai Xiaosheng shot a fierce look, "Is that the way to address your master?"

The Little Scholar appeared somewhat unjustly treated, "It wasn't my words—the ancestor spoke them. He instructed me to deliver the reminder directly, as a caution."

Bai Xiaosheng dismissed it with a wave, "Ignore them; they're frigid and devoid of spirit, leaving a sour impression."

"Master, mind your tongue. The ancestor will find out."

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

The Little Scholar pressed on, "Well... even without meeting the ancestor, you ought to at least pay a visit to the uncle ancestor. He holds the position of Sect Leader these days..."

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head firmly, "I refuse. No visit to him."

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

"Not going."

The Little Scholar inquired with curiosity, "Is it reluctance to face him, or simply aversion to addressing him as 'uncle grandpa'?"

Bai Xiaosheng's expression soured, and he squeezed the Little Scholar's mouth, "One of these days, I'll sew this chattering mouth of yours closed."

The Little Scholar let out muffled protests.

Only then did Bai Xiaosheng release his grip.

Rubbing his face, the Little Scholar grumbled discontentedly, "Alright, skip the visit if you must..."

"I'll head off to inform the ancestor that you're occupied... delving into the Hundred Schools, reflecting on existence's forms..."

Bai Xiaosheng nodded approvingly.

The Little Scholar pivoted and took a few steps before glancing back to caution:

"Master, try to speak less, judge less, and above all, avoid badmouthing the uncle ancestor's sect, or your words might stir up problems, irking those not to be crossed..."

Bai Xiaosheng irritably replied, "Fine, fine, I've got it under control. Keep nagging, and I'll seal your mouth."

With that, the Little Scholar reluctantly departed, mumbling under his breath, his form fading into obscurity and vanishing entirely.

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

Separate from the masses, he projected an air of refinement, resembling a scholarly young man.

Yet upon joining them, he adopted a more streetwise vibe, akin to a carefree roaming Loose Cultivator, seamlessly integrating and lively debating with several Foundation Building Cultivators:

"I maintain that Taixu Gate stands no chance."

"I'm not referring to their Sect Leader alone, but the Elders and those beneath, particularly the disciples—they fall short of a Great Sect's expected caliber!"

"The legacy of Sword Dao has waned, rendering their current sword techniques scarcely respectable."

"And then there's Mo Hua..."

"A Formation Master surviving on arrays during the Sword Discussion Conference—what nonsense is that?"

"In this day's matchup, Daluo Sect will demonstrate genuine sword arts, the essence of true sword discourse."

"Daluo Sect's legacy is formidable. Delve into its history, and 'Daluo Sword Sect' emerges with roots in antiquity, boasting a fearsome inheritance."

"Notably, the Daluo Flying Sword Skill—the significance of 'Flying' in its name eludes most of you."

"I possess certain confidential insights, though I can't reveal them..."

Bai Xiaosheng asserted boldly, "Thus, I foresee Taixu Gate's inevitable loss today."

"As for Mo Hua, he's doomed to perish this time..."

"Skeptical? Observe closely and witness..."

The spectators buzzed with animated chatter.

Meanwhile, Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Yu Er, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and the rest observed Fang Tian's painting in somber silence.

Every one of them fixed their attention on this sword discussion round.

And silently fretted over Mo Hua, who was taking part in the sword discussion.

High above the assembly, within the Sword Observation Tower.

The assembly of "VIPs" gathered to spectate outnumbered previous occasions.

In an extravagantly decorated and lavish chamber.

The Hundred Flower Valley Master, dressed in resplendent robes, radiantly poised and majestic, sat at the desk, peering through the window at Fang Tian's painting.

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

The Hua Valley Master knitted her brows faintly.

A nagging sense of similarity tugged at her.

In the array, gifted much like him, bearing a hint of otherworldly poise in his demeanor.

Equally divisive and begrudged.

Admirers abounded, yet haters outnumbered them.

Upon further reflection, however, stark differences emerged.

His Spiritual Root remained truly mediocre, and he shunned sword cultivation.

His prowess in formations shone, yet his methods diverged.

His nature proved far too affable and endearing, intimately bonded with peers, cherished by Elders, even doted upon by the ancestor.

True, animosity toward him existed, but stemmed not from 'talent,' rather from his sporadic pranks.

All this set him apart from that figure, keen as a divine blade, untainted by mortal concerns...

Drifting in reverie, the Hua Valley Master grew mildly captivated.

It was then that a woman's gentle laughter sounded, "Sister, lost in what thoughts?"

The Hua Valley Master turned, offering a faint smile, "Recalling certain bygone moments."

A woman with velvety fair skin, gaze commanding, exuding an innate aura of nobility in her golden garb, softly clasped the Hua Valley Master's arm, teasingly reproved:

"Your heart is truly unyielding, never once considering a trip to see your sister in the Taoist State."

Nearby, two women a bit younger, attired in sumptuous outfits with regal bearing, inclined their heads and chimed in:

"Precisely so."

"Decades have passed without a word, and not even a missive from Sister Hua—evidently, we're forgotten."