The Quest for Immortality

The crowd was jubilant, the noise was deafening, yet Great Elder Zhang was somewhat puzzled.

Elder Feng then explained:

”Brother Zhang, you might not know, but this Mo Hua is an expert in concealment. And this Concealment Technique of his, no one knows from where he inherited it. It can’t be seen by the naked eye, nor can Divine Sense penetrate it, and even with ordinary artifact detection, it can’t be broken. Truly troublesome...”

”But this is the Qian Learning State Boundary, with a long-standing Taoist tradition and countless inheritances. How could there be a spell that truly can’t be broken?”

”Thus, after days and nights of planning and discussion by the Elders of Daoist Law from various sects, they finally grasped the foundations of this Concealment Technique and found a Spiritual Mirror to counter it.”

”Now, with this Five Elements Spirit Mirror, the young one can no longer hide.”

Elder Feng’s tone was somewhat impassioned.

Great Elder Zhang remained silent, pondering:

A group of elders from a Great Sect, gathering together, holding overnight meetings, to break a disciple’s Concealment Technique...

Is that truly something to be so proud of?

But this thought was somewhat rude, so Great Elder Zhang didn’t express it.

Moreover, seeing Elder Feng so pleased, and the surrounding cultivators also joyful, in this atmosphere, Great Elder Zhang couldn’t bring himself to say it.

”This child’s movement technique is average, relying entirely on concealment to save his life.”

”Once his concealment is broken, he will be dead with no hope of survival!”

Elder Feng declared resolutely.

Not only did Elder Feng think so, but this was also the consensus among the majority of the onlookers.

They had watched the previous sword discussions, and naturally knew the standard of Mo Hua’s movement techniques.

Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.

He had no idea what on earth Elder Feng and the others were talking about.

Average movement techniques, relying entirely on concealment to save his life?

Who were they talking about?

This absurd judgment... how was it reached?

Are the cultivators of Qianxue State really this naive...

Meanwhile, in the sword discussion arena.

Feng Zichen held up the Spiritual Mirror, revealing the hidden ”rascal” Mo Hua, and immediately his longsword swept like the wind, slashing forth.

Mo Hua’s Concealment Technique was exposed, his face panicked, hurriedly dodging, narrowly avoiding the Sword Qi in a critical moment, appearing quite disheveled.

This slash was barely dodged.

But without the cover of the Concealment Technique, Mo Hua was exposed under the sword edge, like a mouse under a cat’s foot. Having avoided one slash, there would be a second.

Feng Zichen cultivated in speed swordsmanship, and the second slash came swiftly.

But Mo Hua, perhaps luckily, lunged forward, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided this slash.

Linghu Xiao and the others, seeing Mo Hua in danger, wanted to help.

But the people of Carefree Sect were just as fast in both their movement and swordplay, teaming up together, their Sword Qi spun into a continuous wind screen, trapping Linghu Xiao and the others in the middle.

Fast swords meant stronger power.

But fast swords also could not last long.

The Carefree Sect people couldn’t hold Linghu Xiao for too long, but in a short time, restricting them with a fierce assault was enough.

That bit of time was enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.

And Feng Zichen took the opportunity to strike a third and fourth slash.

These two slashes didn’t kill Mo Hua.

But they won a round of applause.

The outside spectators, watching Mo Hua being driven into a disordered panic by Feng Zichen, all cheered:

”Good! Toy with him!”

”Let him taste what it feels like to be toyed with.”

”Kill him slowly, don’t finish too quickly, or it would be too easy for him.”

”Yes, toy with him slowly, slash by slash, let him hover between life and death, make him like a mouse darting back and forth, let him suffer humiliation until he dies, being toyed to death!”

”Just like he toyed with others using the Five Elements Spell...”

”This is called using one’s own way to treat one’s own self...”

...

Inside the arena, Feng Zichen couldn’t hear their words, but was indeed doing exactly as the audience wished, slashing at Mo Hua, one after another.

Mo Hua dodged continuously, occasionally rolling on the ground.

The crowd burst into laughter, the atmosphere soaring into cheerfulness.

But as time went by, as they continued to watch, they gradually stopped laughing.

Because Feng Zichen was still slashing, and Mo Hua was still dodging.

”That’s enough... it’s pretty much over... you can slash him dead now...”

”Stop playing...”

”Has Feng Zichen gotten addicted to playing? Just kill him with one slash, stop playing, don’t overdo it...”

But Feng Zichen really wasn’t playing.

From the beginning, he was earnestly slashing, but after all this time, not a single slash had hit.

Now, he sensed something was wrong.

Not only Feng Zichen, but many elders and sharp-eyed cultivators outside also sensed something was off, their expressions turning somber.

Great Elder Zhang slowly said, ”This Mo Hua, it seems his movement technique is... not that bad?”

Elder Feng was silent.

But faced with the facts, he had to admit, ”There’s something there...”

But it’s just a little.

Even if this kid’s movement technique is good, could it be better than the one who’s mastered both Carefree Wind Stepping Technique and Trigram Wind Wandering Step, Feng Zichen?

In the sword discussion arena, Feng Zichen’s gaze grew colder.

He was unlike Mo Hua, a noble-minded ”good youth”.

The sword discussion valued direct confrontations, to see whose sword was faster, more precise, and more powerful, without resorting to trickery.

Thus, from the beginning, his intent in slashing at Mo Hua was to kill him with one stroke.

Originally in his plan, this one slash should have been enough to take Mo Hua’s life.

But evidently, he miscalculated, and Mo Hua evaded.

After that, each of his attacks grew slightly faster, targeting Mo Hua’s vital organs, but Mo Hua still evaded.

Each subsequent slash came faster than the last.

But no matter how fast, Mo Hua dodged them all.

Feng Zichen understood that this Mo Hua was playing him.