Immortality Through Array Formations

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In the small grove by the banks of Mistwater River.

The severely injured Crossing River Dragon knelt on the ground.

Cheng Mo and his three companions stood off against the group opposite them, their expressions grave.

The son dressed in gold-threaded brocade, arrogantly smiled coldly, surrounded by six or seven young Cultivators, all of who bore unfriendly expressions.

This golden-robed son, as well as the young Cultivators by his side, were without exception Middle Phase Foundation Building Cultivators.

Mo Hua, hidden in the trees, thought for a moment, but still did not rashly reveal his presence.

Cheng Mo, who had been ambushed by the golden-robed son, had blocked the sword light, but his Blood Qi was still surging and he couldn't help but angrily demand:

"Who are you people?"

The golden-robed son said with contempt: "You do not deserve to know."

Situ Jian's gaze sharpened as he sternly said: "They are from Sever Gold Sect. The Sword Qi just now was their Sever Gold Sword Control Jue."

Situ Jian practiced Swordsmanship and was well acquainted with the prominent Sword Dao Sects within the Qianxue State Boundary.

He might not have learned many of the distinctive sword techniques, but he had a smattering knowledge of them.

Mo Hua, hiding in the trees, was taken aback.

Sever Gold Sect?

No wonder...

He found the Sword Qi very familiar; it turned out to be the sect-protecting sword technique he acquired from Boss Jiang, the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue of the Sever Gold Sect.

He had even practiced it himself...

But he wasn't a Sword Cultivator, and the hastily trained Sever Gold Sword Qi was too weak, just like a "counterfeit" compared to the fierce Sword Qi from the hands of the golden-robed cultivator—it was a completely different thing. That's why it didn't occur to him at the moment...

"Sever Gold Sect..."

Mo Hua's gaze swept over the group of the golden-robed son thoughtfully.

Once his identity was exposed, the golden-robed son became even more arrogant.

"Oh? Recognizing our Sever Gold Sect's Sword Qi; at least you have some insight."

Yang Qianjun snorted coldly, his eyes ice-cold:

"So what if you're from Sever Gold Sect? We act under the bounty of the Taoist Court, executing the orders of our Sect. Do you really think you can forcibly snatch our prize?"

The golden-robed son scoffed, "Just because you're on a bounty mission doesn't mean we aren't, too."

He flicked his sleeve, pointing at Duan Jianglong:

"This scum, we've been eyeing him for several days now. We had already pushed him into a corner, just waiting to close the net, when you rookies recklessly interfered, capturing him ahead of us, stealing our merit. Isn't this you brats, overstepping your bounds?"

Seeing them completely distort the truth, Cheng Mo cursed loudly:

"Bullshit! You haven't been watching squat! You clearly just wanted to steal the credit, even trying to gild your 'face' that looks like an ass!"

The golden-robed son's face turned red, his expression one of insulted pride.

From a noble birth, he was always esteemed within the Sect, and had never suffered such humiliation, his eyes now carried a trace of cold severity.

"You little brat, you're seeking death!"

Cheng Mo was still unafraid, and Yang Qianjun, with his spear in hand, along with the proudly speaking Situ Jian said:

"You are a son of a noble family, and so are we. You have a Sect, and so do we! What now? Do you intent to kill us here in the wilderness?"

The expression of the golden-robed son faltered, his face twitching.

He truly dared not...

If it were some Loose Cultivator he killed, even if the Taoist Court Officials came knocking, he could just throw out a scapegoat to take the blame.

There were plenty of ways to escape punishment.

But if the one killed was a noble family's son, a Sect Disciple, the matter would not be so easily settled.

By the side of the golden-robed son was a young Cultivator toadying up:

"Mr. Jin, killing them would be beneath you. Let us handle it. Break a few of their ribs, shame them thoroughly..."

"Even if they go back to complain, they're just disgracing themselves."

There was also someone chiming in with a tone of mock pity:

"Exactly, let these greenhorns learn that when you're out and about, you need to watch who you offend..."

The one addressed as "Mr. Jin," the golden-robed son, nodded, saying from his lofty position:

"Well then, I am not narrow-minded..."

He glanced indifferently at the kneeling Crossing River Dragon, snorted coldly, "Leave our 'prey' behind, and give me an apology, then I might forgive and allow you to depart, otherwise..."

Mr. Jin's smile twisted somewhat, his body shimmering with light golden Sword Qi. "Don't blame me for being rude, I'll just have to discipline you on behalf of your Sect..."

Cheng Mo could not stand his arrogant bearing and was about to curse again when suddenly the Taixu Token vibrated. He took it out and saw it bore a single word:

"Leave."

This was sent by Mo Hua.

Situ Jian and the rest received it as well.

They exchanged a glance, silently conveying their decisions, and each gave a subtle nod.

Mr. Jin also noticed their tokens, his brow furrowing. "You lot are disciples of Taixu Gate?"

When Cheng Mo and his companions carried out missions, they usually wore common clothes instead of the Taoist Robes of Taixu Gate.

Mr. Jin had guessed that they were Sect Disciples, but didn't know which Sect they belonged to at first.

Cheng Mo lifted his head proudly, "Indeed, scared now, aren't you?"

Mr. Jin scoffed, "Taixu Gate it is, hardly one of the Four Great Sects. Do you think we of Sever Gold Sect would be afraid?"

"Moreover..."

Mr. Jin smiled meaningfully, "Your Taixu Gate is lax in discipline, and its disciples lack ambition. The quality of Debating Sword decreases year by year, and you no longer deserve to rank among the 'Eight Great Gates'."

"Continue like this, and sooner or later you'll be replaced by our Sever Gold Sect..."

Cheng Mo cursed, "You delusional gold sack of straw, daydreaming! Go dream your mother's spring and autumn dreams!"

A fierce light slowly emerged in Mr. Jin's eyes.

Situ Jian quickly restrained Cheng Mo, whispering:

"Do not provoke further trouble, we leave first."

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