The Quest for Immortality

The Rushing Void Sect has been steadily improving.

Only the Taixu Gate keeps falling further behind with every step.

Now, the disciples cannot master any decent sword techniques and are instead suppressed by the Broken Gold Sect, those second-rate goods, with Sword Qi.

Truly, it’s like a dragon stranded in shallow waters, a tiger humbled in flat plains.

If this were in the past, even if you gave them ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare provoke the Taixu Gate.

Xun Ziyou was mildly angry.

With the Tai Xu Sword Intent infused in his body, his Divine Sense was as sharp as a blade; if he truly harbored murderous intent, mere lowly evil demons—just a glance would be enough to sever their lives!

But alas...

Divine Thought into Sword is no longer cultivated; no one dares to cultivate it, and no one can cultivate it anymore...

The sect no longer teaches it.

This Ultimate Technique is destined to be eternally buried in the Sword Tomb, just like those countless broken iron and ruined blades scattered across the mountains, forever lost to the unending river of Tao Cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xun Ziyou’s expression became melancholic, and his heart carried a trace of desolation.

He fell into this deep melancholy for a long time before suddenly realizing that something seemed amiss.

He snapped out of his daze and glanced around, only to discover that Mo Hua had gone missing.

Xun Ziyou sighed in defeat.

Taking care of this ”bear child” is truly exhausting; he couldn’t relax for even an instant.

Just one lapse in attention, and the child vanished to who knows where...

Xun Ziyou expanded his Divine Sense and scanned his surroundings, finally spotting Mo Hua slyly hiding behind a large tree while everyone else was distracted.

Over there, Cheng Mo and Song Jian were locked in heated combat.

Meanwhile, Mo Hua was crouched behind the tree, sneaking around doing who-knows-what.

Xun Ziyou frowned slightly.

”This little brat... What kind of mischief is he up to now...”

He used his Third Grade Spiritual Artifact to conceal his form, then suppressed his aura, tiptoeing behind Mo Hua.

He didn’t get too close though, keeping several meters of distance, craning his neck to secretly observe what Mo Hua was doing.

Mo Hua sat on the ground intently focused, a mysterious, obscure, and slightly eerie aura emanating from him.

From time to time, he would look up at something.

The direction he gazed toward was precisely where Cheng Mo and Song Jian were battling. nøvel.com

After glancing there, he’d lower his head and diligently sketch something on the paper before him.

Xun Ziyou had a puzzled expression on his face.

”What could he be drawing?”

Illustrations?

Sketching the details of Cheng Mo and Situ Jian’s duel?

This Mo Hua, though occasionally childish in his actions, surely wouldn’t bother with something so trivial...

Xun Ziyou moved closer to take another look.

The paper was covered in intricate patterns; judging by their appearance... they resembled Formation Patterns.

”Formation Patterns, huh...”

”I figured he wouldn’t be that petty.”

Xun Ziyou took a closer look, finally realizing these Formation Patterns held a certain uniqueness—they had no curved strokes, only sharp, chisel-like straight lines, exuding a piercing sharpness.

Xun Ziyou’s expression froze.

This was... a Sword Array?

He scrutinized further.

Only then did he discover that golden light faintly emanated from the sword patterns, interlinking and slicing across each other, resembling the fractured surfaces of Goldstone—looking all too familiar.

Broken Gold... Sword Array?

Xun Ziyou’s pupils contracted sharply, and then his scalp tingled as an overwhelming shock left him speechless.

This... This damned thing is...

The Broken Gold Sect’s treasured and absolutely forbidden sword-forging secret—the Broken Gold Sword Array?!

Xun Ziyou gasped sharply as his breath hitched.

This is utterly outrageous!

This is turning the world upside down!

This secret knowledge, even within the Broken Gold Sect’s Inner Gate among its most direct lineage disciples, is seldom passed down. And even when it is, it’s always bound by a ”Death Oath.”

Yet Mo Hua, sneaking off to some hidden corner, managed to draw it out?

Xun Ziyou’s heart trembled intensely; he wanted to verify if it was indeed true but suddenly saw Mo Hua flinch and turn around.

A pair of clear and profound eyes stared in his direction.

Even Xun Ziyou, a Late Golden Core cultivator and an Inner Sect Elder of the Taixu Gate, felt his heart pound in fear at Mo Hua’s sudden motion.

It felt like being caught red-handed while snooping.

Fortunately, his cultivation foundation was strong, his Third Grade Spiritual Artifact formidable, and his Twenty-Eight Patterns Divine Sense deep; he managed to avoid being detected by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s bright, clear eyes swept past his presence, then cautiously scanned the area before furrowing his brow and muttering to himself:

”That’s strange...”

”Was someone spying on me just now?”

He could unmistakably sense a surge of intense emotional fluctuation.

It seemed as though someone was in great ”shock.”

Mo Hua expanded his Divine Sense to examine his surroundings, but the forest remained as tranquil as ever, empty and undisturbed.

Was it a high-ranked cultivator spying?

Lower-ranked and peer-level cultivators lacked Divine Sense capable of surpassing his own, and thus couldn’t evade his detection.

Anyone capable of eluding him must have cultivation realms vastly superior to his own.

But a truly high-ranking cultivator wouldn’t stoop so low as to spy on a little cultivator like him, right?

Moreover, he hadn’t detected any discernible malice.

A mistake?

Mo Hua frowned but eventually chose to ignore it.

Priorities first.

He continued to derive insights from the Broken Gold Sword Qi, stripping away its external form, unraveling its sword logic, reconstructing the authentic Broken Gold Sword Array.

One stroke at a time, he recorded it onto the Formation Paper in front of him.

Xun Ziyou’s eyes trembled with astonishment, but he didn’t dare let his emotions show too strongly; he carefully, silently retreated until he was far away from Mo Hua, then exhaled long and deeply.

Xun Ziyou glanced again at Mo Hua’s dedicated silhouette in the distance, his gaze solemn, his eyes still carrying indescribable lingering fear.

To derive a Sword Array from Sword Qi?

How is this even possible?

Just what kind of little monster is this child?

This couldn’t possibly have been taught by the ancestor, could it...

Xun Ziyou’s heart churned uncontrollably.

After nearly an hour, Mo Hua finally felt he was almost done.