Of course, he took the ti to ask about so other issues that really bothered him, such as:
"Is your Divine Sense really at the peak of Nineteen Patterns?"
"Did you really surpass the Four Great Sects during the Foundation Building Middle Stage and win the Formation Leader?"
"Are you really the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor?"
"Are you the illegitimate child of the Taixu Sect Master?"
"I heard you used the Fireball Technique to blow up the head of the first beauty of the Purple Mist Sect?"
...
Mo Hua answered most questions truthfully.
For instance, he really was the Formation Leader.
He truly used "hard strength" to overshadow the Four Great Sects, winning the Formation Competition first place without favoritism or manipulation.
Also, he was not the illegitimate child of the Taixu Sect Master.
Not the biological grandson of the Taixu Ancestor.
Moreover, it was not his intention to use the Fireball Technique to blow up the head of the Purple Mist Sect's first beauty.
He was focused on the Sword Discussion, completely absent-minded, and truly did not recognize her.
He wasn't trying to use his coldness to attract the fairy's attention either...
Of course, Mo Hua did tell a little lie on so questions.
For instance, his Divine Sense was not at the peak of Nineteen Patterns but was already the Divine Thought of the Twenty Patterns Golden Core Realm.
But such a thing was a bit startlingly unconventional. Plus, the ancestor repeatedly warned him, so Mo Hua didn't want to reveal it.
...
The two chatted like this, both like old acquaintances and good friends, until the sunset, the evening glow faded, and night fell. Tiny lights lit up in Taixu Mountain, ethereal and bright, like a celestial realm above.
Zhang Lan rose to take his leave.
Mo Hua urged him to stay.
Zhang Lan shook his head: "If I return late, the Chief Elder will bla . Besides, you need to focus on the Sword Discussion, without disturbances."
Mo Hua hesitated for a mont, then nodded.
Uncle Zhang spoke the truth.
The Sword Discussion was indeed busy.
Especially given his special identity and all his trump cards. If exposed to everyone's view, he would inevitably be targeted, requiring him to spend considerable ti to devise strategies and make plans beforehand.
Only in this way could he win match after match.
"Then Uncle Zhang, will you stay in the Qian Learning State Boundary for a while?"
"Yes," Zhang Lan nodded, "until the Sword Discussion is over."
Mo Hua smiled, "Great, after the Sword Discussion, I'll treat you to drinks and at."
Zhang Lan also smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright."
The night deepened as Zhang Lan departed, and Mo Hua walked him to the mountain gate of Taixu Mountain.
Before parting, Zhang Lan suddenly thought of sothing and said, "Mo Hua, be careful…"
Mo Hua paused, a bit confused, "Be careful of what?"
Zhang Lan hesitated for a mont and asked, "In the Sword Discussion… do you like using low-level spells…"
Mo Hua nodded with a matter-of-fact expression, "I only know low-level spells, so of course, I can only use low-level spells."
"Then using the Fireball Technique to finish off…"
"It's ti-saving and efficient, quick and convenient."
"And your Concealnt Technique…"
"They want to kill , so of course, I have to use the Concealnt Technique to flee. Otherwise, wouldn't I be killed?"
"Using Concealnt Technique to play hide-and-seek…"
"Stalling for ti, so Xiaoxiao and the others can have a chance to sweep all directions and allow us to win…"
Zhang Lan was taken aback.
Mo Hua's reasoning seed indeed logical, but he was completely unaware of how much psychological trauma his "matter-of-course" behavior caused the disciples in the Sword Discussion.
Nor did he know how many spectators were infuriated to the point of spitting blood.
In the watching seats, voices of "cris profound" against Mo Hua filled the air.
But for this matter, Zhang Lan for a mont didn't know what to say.
After a while, he sighed and thought:
Forget it, not being envied is diocrity.
Seeking achievents in Tao Cultivation and wanting to receive others' praise will inevitably lead to others' slander.
Accomplishing great deeds without attracting jealousy or slander is impossible.
"I will always watch you from below the stage, as you display your divine power in the Sword Discussion!" Zhang Lan's expression was gentle, looking at Mo Hua encouragingly.
Mo Hua also smiled, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
Afterwards, in the night, the two bid farewell.
Zhang Lan headed down the mountain.
Mo Hua remained on the mountain.
The person descending the mountain was filled with gratification, awe, and incredulity.
The one staying on the mountain, his heart lingered in warmth and joy.
On the long journey of Tao Cultivation, there are always warm encounters.
Among the boundless sea of people, soone silently cares for you.
Mo Hua watched Zhang Lan gradually disappear into the distance, his face showing a kind smile, his gaze bright and shining.
Once Zhang Lan's figure vanished far away, he then turned and returned to the Taixu Gate…
Indeed, with people caring for Mo Hua, naturally, there were also those who hated him.
Many cared for him; naturally, even more hated him.
Within each sect in the Qian Learning State Boundary.
A mysterious "organization" was quietly forming.
A special Letter Token was secretly circulating.
This Letter Token bore a chillingly decisive na—
"Tumo Order."
Every disciple receiving this "Tumo Order," as long as a certain causality was t and a unanimous agreent was reached, could join this mysterious organization.
And all disciples holding the "Tumo Order" could communicate through a single Yuan Magnetic Base Formation via the Token.
Fellow mbers could exchange ssages with each other.
At this mont, one by one, mbers filled with anger and hatred joined the alliance anonymously.
Within the Tumo Order, lines of magnetic patterns unveiled text…
"A Canglang Sword joins the alliance…"
"I join, irreconcilable with the Fireball Technique…"
"Naless One joins the alliance…"
"Death to the Water Prison Technique joins the alliance…"
"Purple Mist's First Fairy joins the alliance…"
"Anyone using Concealnt is a dog joins the alliance…"
"A Boy Like the Wind joins the alliance…"
...
"Big Fool joins the alliance…"
Everyone: ...
This na made the Tumo Order go silent for a mont.
Soone asked: "Shi Tiangang?"
Big Fool: "Yes."
Everyone: "..."
Death to the Water Prison Technique: "There's no need to be so direct, you can be a bit more subtle, at least hide your na a bit…"
Big Fool: "I'm being anonymous."
Everyone: "..."
Death to the Water Prison Technique: "I an, you could choose a different anonymous way, not so… straightforward?"
Big Fool: "No need."
Big Fool: "I'll use this na, as a symbol to spur myself onward, enduring hardship, never forgetting my deep-seated grudge…"
Big Fool: "I swear, I won't rest until Mo Hua is dead!"
Naless One: "Good! I admire it!"
A Boy Like the Wind: "Count in."
A Canglang Sword: "I can help."
Purple Mist's First Fairy: "If lacking Spirit Stones, let know."
I am irreconcilable with the Fireball Technique: "Swear to kill Mo Hua!"
...
For a mont, the crowd was imnsely excited, all shouting:
"Mo Hua must die!"
"Swear to kill Mo Hua!"
"I am irreconcilable with Mo Hua!"
"If I don't kill Mo Hua once, I've lived in vain!"
"If I don't kill Mo Hua once, I'll never marry!"
...
After a while, suddenly the Yuan magnetic waves fluctuated, and the Magnetic Ink failed.
No one could send ssages temporarily.
An entirely anonymous person, their na a mass of pitch-black Magnetic Ink, sent a solemnly worded ssage to everyone:
"The Demon Slaying Alliance is established today.
Pledge: Mo Hua must die!
Principle: Swear to kill Mo Hua!
Token: Tumo Order.
Condition for joining: Irreconcilable with Mo Hua!
Current mission:
In the Sword Discussion Conference, with all eyes watching, kill Mo Hua once.
No restriction on identity, no restriction on cultivation, using any ans necessary, just kill once!
Whoever slays Mo Hua can be elected as the alliance "Alliance Hierarch," and be revered by thousands.
Their achievents will be engraved in everyone's hearts, eternally immortal!"
...
In an instant, all the holders of the "Tumo Order" felt a burning fla rise within their hearts.
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