Asking about longevity

Wind Manor Cave Residence.

In the darkness of night, Great Elder Zhang and Elder Feng sat facing each other, drinking wine, their expressions solemn.

"Brother Zhang, are you saying... the Yellow Springs?" Elder Feng frowned deeply.

The mere mention of the words "Yellow Springs" seemed to drop the room's temperature several degrees.

Great Elder Zhang nodded, and said in a deep voice, "It seems someone wants to open the 'Yellow Springs' Road..." in Kan Prefecture..."

Elder Feng frowned. "Who?"

Great Elder Zhang shook his head. "Even the Ancestors can't deduce it..."

Elder Feng's expression grew more serious. After a moment, he asked in a low voice, "Does... the 'Yellow Springs' really exist?"

Great Elder Zhang's face was grim as he slowly said:

"The ancient records of Kan Prefecture from ten thousand years ago do mention the words 'Yellow Springs,' referring to it as a cataclysm that could extinguish the realm."

"But what exactly is this 'Yellow Springs'?"

"Is it a great demon, a great ghost, a great corpse?"

"Is it some demonic cave, an ancient Taoist, or a heavenly tribulation, a disaster of karma... No one knows."

"How to open the Yellow Springs Road, and what it ultimately means, remains a mystery to me."

Elder Feng said, "Since you don't know anything... Brother Zhang, how did you learn that there are signs of the 'Yellow Springs' opening in Kan Prefecture?"

Great Elder Zhang said coldly, "The ancestor appeared in my dream, with an ominous omen: the destruction of the Canglan Realm, and the eerie Yellow Springs water flowing along the subterranean river, corrupting all living beings throughout Kan Prefecture."

"The entire Kan Prefecture became a Yellow Springs netherworld where Yin and Yang are indistinguishable, and humans and ghosts cannot be told apart..."

Just thinking about this scene made Elder Feng shudder.

Great Elder Zhang sighed, "The disaster of the Yellow Springs is recorded in the ancient records of every prefecture."

"The cultivation world is divided into nine prefectures, with Dao Prefecture in the center, and the other eight prefectures, following the principles of the Eight Trigrams, guard the center."

"My Zhang family resides in Kan Prefecture. Kan represents water."

"The Yellow Springs is also the water of the Nine Hells."

"According to the principles of the Eight Trigrams, the Yellow Springs disaster must originate from Kan Prefecture. This is the source of the Nine Hells, the place where the Yellow Springs originates."

"If Kan Prefecture suffers the disaster of the Yellow Springs, my Zhang family will bear the brunt. Our family's generations of foundation are here, so we must do everything we can..."

Elder Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes filled with worry, but also with confusion:

"Brother Zhang, there's something I don't understand."

"Please speak, Brother Feng," said Great Elder Zhang.

Elder Feng said, "When you and I look at this Qianxue Realm, it's teeming with people and a scene of prosperity. We know that the world is at peace, the nine prefectures are flourishing, and everything is thriving..."

"Therefore, is the world truly at peace, prosperous, or is it filled with unrest and disaster?"

There was deep confusion in Elder Feng's voice.

Great Elder Zhang was silent. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked deeply at Elder Feng. "Brother Feng, do you really not know?"

Elder Feng's eyes flickered, but he still shook his head.

Great Elder Zhang said slowly, word by word:

"The aristocratic families are prosperous. You are an elder of an aristocratic family, so you feel that the cultivation world is prosperous."

"But the prosperity of the aristocratic families comes at a price."

"Whoever bears this price is the one who suffers unrest and disaster..."

Great Elder Zhang's eyes were deep, and his tone was meaningful.

Some are prosperous, and some are bearing the cost. That's why the cultivation world is full of chaos, and why his Kan Prefecture has signs of the Yellow Springs' origin.

Elder Feng seemed thoughtful, but obviously didn't quite understand.

Great Elder Zhang had no intention of discussing this issue in depth. What he was currently concerned about was the matter of Kan Prefecture.

Great Elder Zhang sighed and said sincerely:

"To be honest, Brother Feng, the reason I came to Qianxue Realm in person is threefold: first, to attend the Sword Debate Ceremony and let the disciples of my family see the demeanor of the Qianxue geniuses, so they know that there are people beyond people, and not lose their desire for seeking the Dao and progressing...".

"Second, to visit old friends;"

"And third, it's for this Yellow Springs disaster."

Great Elder Zhang looked solemnly at Elder Feng. "Qianxue Realm is a Fifth-Rank Great Realm. The aristocratic families and sects have a long heritage, and their Daoist collections must contain many ancient books and old records."

"If there's a chance, I'd like to look through them."

"If there's an opportunity to meet some seniors in Qianxue Realm, as well as knowledgeable fellow Daoists, I'd appreciate Brother Feng's introduction."

"I want to use this to find out the origin of the words 'Yellow Springs'...".

"The disaster of the Yellow Springs is illusory and uncertain. If it doesn't exist, that's naturally the best."

"But if it really exists, it will surely be a great disaster. My Zhang family has lived in Kan Prefecture for generations, and we have a responsibility to find a way to suppress it, so as to resolve the disaster of a prefecture and a realm."

Great Elder Zhang, in the Feather Transformation Realm, rose and bowed to Elder Feng solemnly, saying, "Please, Brother Feng, grant my request."

Elder Feng quickly rose to avoid the bow, and said hurriedly, "Brother Zhang, why are you doing this? I really can't accept it."

He thought about it seriously, and said truthfully, "To be honest, with my cultivation and connections, I really can't help Brother Zhang with such a major event as the Yellow Springs."

"But if it's just checking ancient books and old records, and introducing some senior Daoists, then I'm happy to help."

Great Elder Zhang felt relieved and cupped his hands, "Thank you!"

The two chatted about specific matters in the night for a while, and when it was late, they each rose and said goodbye.

Great Elder Zhang returned to the Zhang family's guest room and, as usual, first called the roll.

It was already the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), and most of the family members and disciples had returned on time, but one person was missing.

Great Elder Zhang's eyes darkened. "Where's Zhang Lan?"

The Zhang family members looked at each other, not daring to speak.

It wasn't that they didn't want to conceal it, but their thoughts and cultivation were nothing in front of the Great Elder. He could see through them with a single word.

It was better to tell the truth.

If they concealed it, everyone would suffer.

Just as the disciples were feeling uneasy, a green-robed cultivator hurried in from outside the door, bowed, and cupped his hands, "Great Elder."

Great Elder Zhang glanced at him and asked, "Where did you go?"

Zhang Lan lowered his hands and said, "I went to visit a... fellow Daoist..."

Great Elder Zhang was preoccupied and didn't think too much about it for the moment. He waved his hand, "Alright, come back earlier next time, so as not to cause trouble."

"Yes." Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, everyone dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest.

Great Elder Zhang returned to his room, meditated to rest, but couldn't calm down, so he got up, sat at the table, lit a candle, and flipped through some ancient books and incomplete jade slips, seeking an answer.

But the disaster of the "Yellow Springs" was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and its records were hidden in ancient books, a rare anecdote.

Great Elder Zhang flipped through them, but still gained little. He couldn't find its origin, let alone a method of suppression, so he couldn't help but sigh and murmur in his heart:

"May the ancestors bless us, hoping that this trip to Qianxue can find clues to suppress the 'Yellow Springs' and resolve the calamity of Kan Prefecture..."

But he also knew that the hope for this matter was too slim.

Great Elder Zhang shook his head and continued to read and think. But the more he thought, the more he felt his mind was exhausted and his thoughts were in turmoil.

At this moment, the scenes of the Sword Debate Assembly during the day, for some reason, appeared in his mind again.

On the Fangtian Painted Halberd, that figure, graceful as a startled swan, nimble as a swimming dragon, under the dense and impenetrable sword light of the Wind family's genius, advanced and retreated freely like flowing water, without touching a single blade...

His name, Great Elder Zhang remembered very clearly:

Mo Hua.

Great Elder Zhang was stunned for a moment, and didn't think too deeply about it for the time being, just sighing in his heart:

"As expected of a Qianxue genius, a young boy, unparalleled in demeanor, his movement technique can actually surpass the genius of the Xiaoyao Sect's Wind family, it's truly unbelievable..."

Especially his movement technique.

Great Elder Zhang was in the Feather Transformation Realm, and his family had generations of movement technique inheritance.

He could see more clearly than anyone else the extraordinary details of Mo Hua's water-based movement technique, and the subtlety of its flow.

This kind of exquisite movement technique could not be achieved without thousands of hammerings, great hard work, and great effort.

High talent, high comprehension, willing to work hard, exquisite movement technique.

"If this kind of young prodigy were really a disciple of my Zhang family, how wonderful that would be..."

Even Great Elder Zhang felt a sense of love for talent and was envious in his heart.

But after a moment of envy, he suddenly froze again.

The words of Elder Feng during the day floated in his mind again.

At this time, the night was quiet, Great Elder Zhang's mind also calmed down, and he recalled the appearance of Mo Hua using his movement technique, again and again, in his mind.

Every move, he carefully pondered.

Every step, he slowly considered.

Everything, is afraid of being serious.

Even more afraid of pondering.

Great Elder Zhang turned it over and over, pondered it dozens of times, and finally sucked in a breath of cold air with a "hiss——" sound:

"This young man's movement technique, seems to really be a bit like... my Zhang family's Passing Water Step?"

It's just that he used this movement technique, too exquisitely.

More exquisitely than the Zhang family's disciples.

Even many moves, relying on powerful divine sense control, were subtle to the point that ordinary cultivators could not do them.

Moreover, he also integrated some other Seven Lin and Eight Claw movement technique moves into it.

In addition, there was also some misty water vapor.

Therefore, at first glance, it was not easy to identify.

But at this time, Great Elder Zhang, dissected that movement technique picture, crushed it, and repeatedly thought about it, and finally realized that there were indeed some traces of the orthodox Passing Water Step in it.

"But... this is impossible..."

"How could a Tai Xu Sect genius who has nothing to do with my Zhang family learn my Zhang family's Passing Water Step, which is never passed on to outsiders?"

Great Elder Zhang frowned in confusion.

"It doesn't make sense..."

"Could it be that a prodigal son who violates the ancestral precepts has really appeared in my Zhang family?"

Great Elder Zhang's eyes gradually became dangerous.

...

Next door.

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Zhang Lan, who was originally lying lazily, suddenly felt a surge of coldness, and a palpitation, almost jumped up.

"There's danger?"

Zhang Lan's face changed greatly. Seeing the quiet night around, the peaceful moonlight outside the window, without any abnormality, he slightly relaxed his heart and thought about the cause and effect.

"Mo Hua this child, is a bit dangerous."

"Now he is still very hated."

"Maybe because I had contact with Mo Hua during the day, so when he is hated, it affects me..."

Zhang Lan nodded, feeling that it made some sense, and then lazily lay down again.

It's just that this time, he was a little uneasy.

...

Tai Xu Sect.

Mr. Xun was also unable to sleep at night.

Qianxue Realm, Sword Debate Competition, the ancestors generally do not come forward, but it does not mean that he does not need to work hard behind the scenes.

Since the beginning of the Sword Debate Assembly, the Qianxue Realm has been turbulent, and things have been complicated. He, the sect ancestor, has not really rested for a long time.

And now, what makes him feel the most tricky, is still Mo Hua's matter.

The development of things, is a bit beyond his expectations.

He did not expect that Mo Hua this child, clearly has a "handsome" face, but is so able to attract hatred.

Just using basic low-level five elements spells, can make a group of sect geniuses, hate him so much that they gnash their teeth.

The Sword Debate Assembly has been held for so many sessions, so many Sword Debate geniuses, Mo Hua this can be regarded as a groundbreaking unique.

Mr. Xun this, is really unexpected.

Moreover, now the situation is gradually beginning to be somewhat uncontrollable.

Mr. Xun frowned, and after a long time, couldn't help but sigh:

"Perhaps... this is fate?"

Back then, the kid named "Zhuang", was amazingly talented, looked down on the world, and aroused the jealousy of a group of geniuses, and ended up with enemies everywhere.

I don't know if there is a master-disciple inheritance in this...

Mo Hua this child, was fine at the beginning, but walking and walking, seems to have gone awry.

"Repeating the same mistake" in general, crooked onto the same road as his master.

As hated as his master.

Of course, there are still differences between the two.

Zhuang Daoling is hated, because he is extremely talented, and arrogant.

Mo Hua is hated, because he is cunning and strange, very irritating.

The current Mo Hua, is a bit like... another style of "Zhuang Daoling".

Mr. Xun is very helpless.

This kind of thing, he pondered for a long time, and really has no way, and finally can only sigh.

"Forget it, 'enemies everywhere', perhaps it is also the road that his master and disciples are destined to take..."

"Some fate, in the dark, cannot be escaped..."

Fortunately, Mo Hua is not really "enemies everywhere" now.

There are many people who hate him.

But there are also many people who like him and care about him.

Although the road he is taking, is like another "Zhuang Daoling", but he is not the real Zhuang Daoling after all.

He is...

"Mo Hua."

Mr. Xun whispered a sentence, and thought of Mo Hua's sincere face, and childlike Dao heart, and gradually relaxed his heart.

...

The next day, the Sword Debate continued.

The progress of the Sword Debate Assembly, is also advancing little by little.

More and more cultivators, began to pay attention to Mo Hua.

Some care about Mo Hua.

Some hate Mo Hua.

Most are still annoyed by Mo Hua, want to see Mo Hua unlucky, and then gloat, kick him when he is down.

Great Elder Zhang sought friends to visit the Dao, explore the origin of the Yellow Springs, and also began to stare at Mo Hua.

Almost every game of Mo Hua's Sword Debate, he would watch.

He wanted to see, whether the movement technique used by Mo Hua, is really his Zhang family's Passing Water Step.

Zhang Lan naturally also wanted to watch Mo Hua's Sword Debate.

In this way, he can be regarded as "agreeing without prior consultation" with Great Elder Zhang.

Of course, Zhang Lan's heart is still uneasy.

The Great Elder's vision, is very vicious.

Some things, without clues, he naturally cannot guess.

But if there was even the slightest clue, if the Grand Elder caught a "pigtail," and then unraveled it, figuring something out…

Then it would definitely be over for him.

Therefore, in order not to be suspected by the Grand Elder, Zhang Lan could only honestly sit in the crowd, silently watching Mo Hua's sword debate.

He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to discuss, and even more didn't dare to reveal even a trace that he knew Mo Hua.

He was just a passerby from another place, an unknown spectator.

As for Mo Hua?

He really didn't know him.

…

On Mount Debate, the atmosphere of watching the battle became more and more anxious.

Hatred accumulated, and more and more geniuses were "sharpening their knives" against Mo Hua, wanting to cut Mo Hua down.

But the Profound Division's sword debate had already entered its final stage.

Most of the sword debates had also been completed.

The situation had basically been settled.

They wanted to target Mo Hua, but there was no opportunity.

What's more, Mo Hua's later matches were not particularly strong opponents.

After a series of exchanges, Mo Hua won, and won relatively smoothly, without being targeted too much.

The overall situation was clearly a bit grim, but there was also a kind of peace before the storm.

In this somewhat strange atmosphere, the Profound Division's sword debate came to an uneventful end.

The Taixu Sect unexpectedly maintained third place.

This third place, in addition to benefiting from Mo Hua and Linghu Xiao's undefeated streak.

Other sect disciples also put in a lot of effort.

Even within the Taixu Sect, a group of disciples emerged, who were originally mediocre, but after being tempered by the sword debate, underwent a "transformation."

And some of these disciples even successfully advanced to the Earth Division.

Mo Hua felt amazed.

The sect elders and higher-ups felt even more pleasantly surprised.

After the Profound Division's sword debate ended, and after a simple rest and adjustment, the Earth Division's sword debate officially began.

The four sect geniuses began to take action.

The real powerful enemies finally officially showed their "talent"…