An exciting and tragic duel of prodigies concluded with a somewhat absurd "unfinished" ending.
The cultivators present felt as if something was stuck in their chests, unable to utter a single word.
Mo Huaâs use of the Fireball Technique rendered everyone present silent.
...
But regardless of the process, a loss is a loss, and a win is a win.
Mo Hua was in a good mood.
To achieve the greatest victory at the smallest cost, with a tiny Fireball Technique ending the competition, could not have been more fitting.
The sword discussion ended, and Mo Hua and Linghu Xiao were ready to leave Mount of Tao.
At the crossroads, they encountered Qin Cangliu again.
Qin Cangliu stared intently at Mo Hua, his eyes filled with extremely complex emotions: hatred, admiration, anger, and a faint tinge of resentment.
All these emotions welled up in his heart, making him speechless, and he finally squeezed out a single sentence:
"Mo Hua, I will remember you..."
After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.
Mo Huaâs mindset was fine;
this wasnât the first time he heard such words.
On the contrary, Situ Jian behind him sighed silently.
Junior Brotherâs sword discussion enemies increased by one...
The crowd moved towards Taixu Gate.
On the way back, Linghu Xiao remained silent.
Mo Hua secretly glanced at him a few times and quietly asked, "Xiaoxiao, do you feel upset?"
Linghu Xiao shook his head, but when he saw Mo Huaâs clear and sincere gaze, he subconsciously nodded and admitted:
"I lost."
Mo Hua asked him, "Do you think you can win your entire life?"
Even with his good talent and strong swordsmanship, he couldnât possibly never lose.
At least today, he lost to Qin Cangliu.
But precisely because of his talent, he couldnât keep losing;
in the end, he would win more.
Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, most cultivators experience both victories and defeats in their lives."
"Essentially, victories and defeats are the same;
they are the Great Daoâs revelation to cultivators, shaping your path of Tao cultivation."
"Victory is to firm your path, defeat is to correct your path."
"If you win, continue onwards, if you lose, find whatâs lacking and step by step, improve..."
Mo Hua continued, "This is the insight I gained from formations."
"In othersâ eyes, I might be a formations genius, the formations leader, unmatched at the Formation Competition."
"But actually, I constantly fail when learning formations."
"I couldnât learn or paint a formation, constantly failing, so I keep learning, keep practicing, keep understanding... and with more failures, gradually, I succeeded."
The Taoist Stele can break through the limit of divine sense, giving him more opportunities to practice formations than ordinary cultivators.
This also means he fails at drawing formations tens or even hundreds of times more than ordinary cultivators.
Precisely because he failed so much more than others in formations.
Thus, he became powerful, to a level other Formation Masters of the same generation couldnât even see his back.
"True strength is forged through countless failures."
"Donât mind othersâ praise, donât think a so-called âgeniusâ must never face defeat."
"Thatâs the mindset of the mediocre."
"True geniuses only focus on their own Dao."
"True Sword Cultivators only focus on their own swords."
"Nothing else matters."
"Only your ultimate pursuit is real. All victories and defeats are mere clouds."
Linghu Xiao was moved, after contemplating for a while, his eyes firmed, "Junior Brother, I understand."
Cheng Mo and Situ Jian also seemed thoughtful.
Even Ouyang Xuan, glanced at Mo Hua with a look of surprise.
Seeing Linghu Xiao understood, Mo Hua nodded.
Xiaoxiao was Taixu Gateâs Sword Dao Genius and his own Junior Brother.
Mo Hua sincerely hoped he wouldnât be disturbed by worldly names, and uphold his Sword Dao, to slowly grow stronger and become a great Sword Cultivator of unmatched prowess in the future...
...
Afterwards, everyone returned to Taixu Gate.
With the sword discussion over, they took a brief rest.
Mo Hua had a matter he cared a lot about, regarding the "Fireball Technique."
He sought out Xie Ling, to ask about othersâ comments on his Fireball Technique.
During the sword discussion, on the stage, the large formation blocked out othersâ discussions.
He didnât know what others thought of his Fireball Technique.
Mo Hua really wanted to know if the idea passed down from Old Kui, that "Taoist Skills are diverse, each have their merits, the skill lies in the mind, even Fireball Technique can be powerful," was understood by others. .
Therefore, he needed to ask someone.
Xie Ling, after finishing in the Yellow Character Bureau, won two matches before being eliminated. Despite regrets, he did his best, leaving no regrets. Since then, he spectated outside and naturally heard othersâ discussions.
The question Mo Hua asked made Xie Ling hesitant, seemingly unwilling to speak.
After Mo Hua pressed further, Xie Ling helplessly whispered:
"Junior Brother, others say youâre sinister, shameless, using Fireball Technique to âpick off enemiesâ..."
"A despicable Formation Master who knows Fireball Technique."
Mo Hua was stunned, then somewhat incredulous.
His exquisite Fireball Technique was apparently unappreciated.
They even said he was "picking off enemies,"...
Mo Hua felt somewhat weary.
Seeing this, Xie Ling appropriately praised:
"Junior Brother, your Fireball Technique is truly amazing. When I saw it, I was shocked, never thought Fireball Technique could be used that way..."
This flattery was somewhat naive.
But in Mo Huaâs heart, he still felt a slight warmth.
His Junior Brothers were still the best.
That being the case, he had to work hard, to make Taixu Gate one of the Four Great Sects, turning all his Junior Brothers into "geniuses of the Four Great Sects"...
Though he said that, Taixu Gateâs situation in the sword discussion was becoming precarious.
A dayâs sword discussion had temporarily ended, and as expected, Taixu Gate had fallen to second place.
Currently ranking first was Heavenly Sword Sect, third Qian Taoist Sect, and fourth Longding Sect.
Taixu Gate couldnât maintain its first place.
Moreover, even second place was in jeopardy.
The atmosphere of the entire sect became somewhat oppressive...