Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2210 Chapter 1030: One Sword_3

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Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
Bai Xiaosheng dismisses the Little Scholar's warnings about behaving at the Sword Discussion Conference and ventures into the crowd, where he criticizes Taixu Gate's declining swordsmanship and predicts their defeat against Daluo Sect, particularly Mo Hua's doom. Meanwhile, Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, and others watch Fang Tian's painting with heavy hearts, concerned for Mo Hua's participation. In the Sword Observation Tower, the Hua Valley Master contemplates Mo Hua's resemblance to a figure from her past, becoming entranced until interrupted by fellow women who playfully chide her for neglecting old friendships.

Helplessly, the Hua Valley Master responded, "Sect affairs are far too demanding."

"That's not true."

"A mere Hundred Flower Valley shouldn't drain Sister Hua like this."

"Precisely..."

"In my view, it'd be better to let it go for some tranquility..."

"Enough, enough," the woman in golden robes interjected from before, "your lives are so carefree, stop burdening Sister Hua."

With that, she grasped the Hua Valley Master's jade-like hand and murmured gently:

"I sense there's a weight on your heart, and your days are packed with duties, yet you ought to drop by Taoist State now and then."

"Whether you meet us sisters or not, at least pay respects to the Lady Dowager."

"She cherishes you above all and frequently mentions you—don't leave her feeling let down..."

A guilty expression crossed the Hua Valley Master's face as she gave a faint nod.

The golden-clad woman then displayed a pleased grin.

Within Qian Learning State Boundary, noble clans abound, their blood ties weaving a tangled web.

Like gnarled ancient trees with roots intertwining in chaos and confusion.

To outsiders, only the dense foliage obscures the truth.

No one can discern the marital bonds.

Nor the concealed kinships between families.

Nor the shared forebears among them.

And down in the Sword Viewing Room, two levels below.

Sit the Sect Leaders from the Four Great Sects.

Even further down reside the Sect Leaders of the Eight Great Gates, along with those from the Twelve Streams.

The Sect Masters of Taixu, Tai'a, and Mount Chongxu continue to convene in the familiar chamber, sipping tea.

The space is utterly still, the mood intensely grave.

Not a word escaped the three Sect Masters.

The earlier sword discourse had carried some strain.

Yet this bout, aimed at selecting the chief of the Eight Great Gates via the sword discussion, proves a true trial.

And utterly agonizing.

The one bearing the lightest burden is the Tai'a Sect Leader.

He broke the silence, "I've spoken with Mo Hua."

At once, the Taixu Sect Master furrowed his brow, "Ahead of the sword discussion, avoid interrupting the disciples."

"I handed him the Tai'a Sword Formation," the Tai'a Sect Leader revealed.

The Taixu Sect Master fell quiet.

Presenting artifacts doesn't count as meddling.

Still, surprise flickered in him, "You're truly ready to part with it..."

This being a sword array and all.

"Mo Hua mentioned that armed with this sword formation, the sword discussion might turn a tad 'easier,'" the Tai'a Sect Leader continued.

"The gravity of this sword discussion requires no underscoring."

"If it aids in the slightest, even rendering the sword discussion just 'a touch' less daunting, that's worthwhile."

The Taixu Sect Master and Chongxu Sect Leader nodded their assent.

"I ought to mention, I've already shared a portion of Chongxu Mountain's sword array with him."

"Your Chongxu Mountain's sword array falls short; when it comes to forging swords, Tai'a stands unmatched. You should offer a sword technique

perhaps..."

"Handing over the sword technique won't do much—that lad Mo Hua skips swordsmanship altogether..."

"Taixu Mountain doesn't prioritize swordsmanship legacy either..."

The Taixu Sect Master bristled, clarifying, "It's not disregard; Taixu Mountain's swordsmanship centers on sword intent, graspable only post-Golden Core... Once mastered, its might defies belief."

"Isn't that mere boasting?"

"This is a Foundation Establishment sword discussion—bringing up Golden Core topics, to what end?"

"Moreover, Taixu Mountain's preserved sword intents and spell points have faded from their prime. Anything noteworthy remains to bestow these days...?"

"Well... Our ancestor is laboring over it..."

"What can be achieved?"

"Well... the results are pending..."

"Fine, when you're free, show us the progress, broaden our horizons...

As their conversation flowed, the trio lapsed into silence shortly after.

The air grew weighty anew.

Abruptly, the Tai'a Sect Master smacked his brow, "Tea! Weren't we

having tea?"

The Chongxu Sect Leader scowled, "No appetite for it."

"Try some anyway."

"The sword discussion is on the verge."

With a heavy sigh, the Tai'a Sect Leader remarked, "This sword discussion promises brutal clashes; without battling to the brink of death, no winner will emerge."

"Daluo Sect isn't to be underestimated."

"Then there's Ye Zhiyuan, and that Daluo Flying Sword Control technique..."

These thoughts weighed heavily on them all.

"Sip some tea to steady your nerves."

The Taixu Elder produced an elegant tea stove, pure spring water, vibrant tea leaves, and set about brewing.

Yet the trio's minds stayed locked on the arena.

And now, all eyes turned to the Heavenly Glory Stage, awaiting this pivotal clash to crown the Eight Great Gates' head via sword discussion.

Till the very end, the duration of this sword discussion bout remained a mystery.

No soul foresaw the savage confrontations awaiting within the sword

discussion bout.

Nor the path the final verdict would carve...

Ere long, the Debating Bell tolled.

The sword discussion commenced.

Disciples from each side stepped onto the field.

This bout demands beheading the foe's "leader."

Daluo Sect's "leader" is Ye Zhiyuan, boasting peak cultivation and unmatched sword dao prowess.

Taixu Gate's "leader," though, diverges from prior choices, selecting Linghu Xiao.

Clearly, Taixu Gate recognizes this sword discussion's unparalleled stakes, refusing to gamble or expose the vulnerable Mo Hua as the "leader" prone to quick collapse.

Ye Zhiyuan smirked coldly. "Leader or not, think I'll spare you?"

For this sword discussion round, victory and beheading Linghu Xiao are goals, but chiefly, he craves Mo Hua's demise.

Slaying Mo Hua elevates him to "Alliance Hierarch."

To Ye Zhiyuan, this "Alliance Hierarch" title rivals heading the Eight Great Gates in worth.

Arrogant and dismissive of peers, yet no idiot is he. An alliance spanning Eight Great Gates, Twelve Streams, and fragments of Four Great Sects' prodigies—what it represents and its significance needs no elaboration. Before, no such "unity" existed to unite so many prodigies into one force.

Even nominally, bereft of true authority, a prodigy "Alliance Hierarch" holds unparalleled prestige.