The Quest for Immortality

”The strongest team of Taixu Gate, never defeated, is going to lose now...”

”Definitely losing, everyone’s dead except Mo Hua. He’s just a loafer, who can he kill?”

”Don’t mention Xiao Wuchen, any of the other four from the Heavenly Sword Sect could easily be top disciples among the Eight Great Gates, not someone Mo Hua can ’provoke’.”

Someone joked: ”Don’t say that, maybe this Mo Hua can take on all five of them?”

Everyone paused for a moment and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

But as they laughed, they also felt it was quite meaningless.

Taixu Gate performed so poorly that even ridiculing them seemed a bit dull.

The only slightly interesting thing was still Mo Hua:

”This time, this Mo Hua should finally die, right?”

This was also the only thing in this sword discussion tournament that went from ”full of anticipation” to ”utterly uninspiring” that could still spark some interest.

It even invigorated some.

Someone agreed: ”Taixu Gate will lose; he will surely die at the hands of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple.”

”Good! Good!” Many cultivators clapped joyfully.

”Finally, someone can kill Mo Hua once.”

”The pity is, dying at the hands of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples doesn’t count as too much of a disgrace.”

”After all, Heavenly Sword Sect disciples are too strong, especially Xiao Wuchen, dying under their sword seems somewhat... inevitable?”

”A bit missing in meaning...”

”It’s best in a fatal ’critical match’ where neither side can afford to lose, then to win, they fight desperately, evenly matched, back and forth, epic struggle, as if smashing their brains out...”

”Then at the most critical moment, Mo Hua becomes careless, reveals a flaw, gets humiliatingly killed, Taixu Gate becomes utterly defeated, Mo Hua becomes a sinner of millennia, nailed to the pillar of shame, becoming a laughingstock for everyone...”

”Such a death would suit Mo Hua.”

”What a pity...”

”Yeah, this kid got away easy.”

Someone added: ”Enough, be content and happy. This lifetime, seeing Mo Hua die once would leave no regrets, can’t ask for too much.”

”Makes sense.”

”In the first round of the Earth stage, he was defeated, died once, also an ’auspicious start’.”

”Moreover, the Earth stage has just started; there are still many rounds of sword discussions, many difficult matches ahead.”

”Mo Hua has many more chances to die.”

”There are lots of good shows coming.”

”Consider today as an appetizer...”

Thinking this way, everyone instantly felt better and looked at the sword discussion arena with anticipation.

They were waiting to see how Mo Hua would ultimately ”die”...

... .

Inside the sword discussion arena.

Mo Hua’s figure flowed like water, still fleeing.

Two heavenly talents from the Heavenly Sword Sect were pursuing him to kill.

Xiao Wuchen did not attack, just watched from the side.

It seemed that killing Mo Hua was not worth his effort.

Another two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, eyes cold, were holding swords, waiting on the side. As soon as Mo Hua showed any flaw, they would strike a fatal blow.

Their strategy was clear.

To surpass Mo Hua solely in movement technique was not that simple.

They were top talents of the Four Great Sects, with formidable strength.

But such strength was mainly cultivation and battle power, not necessarily implying their movement technique was absolutely top-notch.

At least, in terms of movement technique alone, they weren’t stronger than Feng Zichen, the heavenly talent from the Carefree Sect.

Nor could they be faster than Feng Zichen’s Wind Sword in pure swordsmanship.

Even Feng Zichen couldn’t catch Mo Hua with one swing.

They might not be able to either.

Thus, they could only continue to chase and pressure Mo Hua with their swords, forcing him into errors through sheer intensity.

If Mo Hua made a mistake and his movement technique revealed a flaw, the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple on the side with a watchful eye would deliver a fatal blow.

Even if he didn’t make mistakes, he would be drained of spiritual power.

Spiritual power is the foundation for cultivators; all Taoist skills are driven by spiritual power.

Even body cultivation skills need spiritual power to activate the body’s potential.

Once spiritual power is exhausted, no matter how advanced the movement technique is, it turns into ”water without roots,” unable to be maintained.

The low spiritual power is one of the most fatal drawbacks of Mo Hua as a spiritual cultivator.

Mo Hua sighed.

He knew it was over.

Without Linghu Xiao and Cheng Mo, he indeed had no ”solutions.”

His movement technique was indeed good, but this is a sword discussion, and no matter how good the movement technique is, it still can’t kill anyone.

One can’t expect movement technique alone to wear the opponents out...

And with his meager Spiritual Power Cycle, surely he would tire first.

But Mo Hua wasn’t intending to surrender easily.

Even during the ”garbage” time of the sword discussion, wastefulness was not allowed.

Mo Hua calmed down, casting aside thoughts of victory or defeat, and then continued to maneuver with the Water Passing Step against the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.

Firstly, to use the heavenly talents from the Heavenly Sword Sect to practice his Water Passing Step.

Secondly, to observe the swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect, familiarize himself with their sword moves, and accumulate experience in sword dao as preparation for the future.

All sword moves and spell points in the world, their merits and strengths, must settle in the mind and transform into dueling experience.

A mature cultivator must learn to extract nourishment from these experiences and refine powerful dueling awareness.

Of course, such maneuvering also greatly consumes spiritual power.

Mo Hua’s movement technique was becoming increasingly clumsy, difficult to turn, the situation precarious.

Outside the sword discussion arena, Great Elder Zhang stared at Mo Hua, his gaze deep and unknown in thought.

Other watching cultivators, seeing the signs of Mo Hua’s defeat, were all delighted in expression.