The fellow disciples of Tai’a Mountain, without realizing it, began to respect him much more.
Ouyang Mu put down his pen and seriously said, "Junior Brother is very powerful."
"How powerful?"
"No matter how powerful, it’s just the Formation that’s powerful..."
"Exactly, his Spiritual Root isn’t good, his Spiritual Power isn’t strong, he doesn’t know any Superior Taoist Magic, and his physical body is weak. If he goes to the Sword Discussion, what can he do?"
Ouyang Mu shook his head, "It’s not just the Formation, but I can’t tell you directly. Anyway, if you want a good ranking in the Sword Discussion, you should follow Junior Brother. Mind your manners, be sincere, and don’t have other thoughts, otherwise Junior Brother can see through it at a glance..."
"This matter is for the Taixu Gate, for Tai’a Mountain, and also for yourselves. How to act depends solely on you."
After speaking, Ouyang Mu said no more and continued to bury himself in studying the Refining Diagram.
He would not be going to the Sword Discussion Conference.
But the Sword Discussion was about the honor of the Sect, especially concerning Junior Brother, so he wouldn’t stand by idly.
Thus, Mo Hua entrusted him with tasks related to Spiritual Artifact crafting and design.
This not only lightened Mo Hua’s burden.
It also provided Ouyang Mu the opportunity to hone his sword casting foundation through practical design and crafting.
Such an opportunity was incredibly precious for a Foundation Establishment disciple, so Ouyang Mu cherished it dearly.
The tasks Mo Hua assigned to him he tackled with concentration and dedication.
Everyone watched Ouyang Mu, engrossed in his work, and fell silent.
A person truly focused on one thing often earns the respect of others.
The words of Ouyang Mu also left an impression on everyone’s hearts.
The next day, disciples from Tai’a Mountain started coming to Mo Hua, sincerely requesting:
"Please, Junior Brother, instruct us on the way of the Sword Discussion."
In other words, they were asking Junior Brother to guide them.
Mo Hua was willing to accept all who came.
After all, there’s strength in numbers.
The more foundational disciples strengthened through "Taoist Soldiers Formation," the stronger the Taixu Gate, and the higher their chances of winning the Sword Discussion Conference.
Mo Hua began to compile the list and assemble teams.
Of course, he was not familiar with the Tai’a Mountain disciples, so he usually asked before forming teams:
"Who do you have a grudge with?"
"Who’s someone you’d absolutely refuse to team up with?"
"Do you have good friends here?"
Such questions were to avoid putting two enemies in the same team, which could cause division.
After forming teams, Mo Hua devised tactics for each team and considered customized Spiritual Artifacts and Formations.
Then he had the Tai’a Mountain disciples practice together on Taixu Mountain.
The training grounds of Taixu Mountain suddenly became crowded with people, bustling, with colorful Taoist Skills flying everywhere, making quite the lively scene.
Soon it was known that the disciples from Tai’a Mountain had been "incorporated" into Taixu Mountain by Mo Hua.
Mount Chongxu couldn’t sit still.
The Three Sects Unification initially made Taixu Mountain seem somewhat "outstanding" because of Mo Hua.
But now Tai’a Mountain was actively aligning with Taixu Mountain.
Mount Chongxu ended up being the "misfit."
The Sect Leader of Mount Chongxu was displeased, so after reporting to the Patriarch, he also sent his disciples from the mountain to "join" Mo Hua.
Mo Hua again accepted all who came, thereby "incorporating" them once more.
The training grounds of Taixu Mountain became filled with chatter.
Disciples from the Three Mountains, some teaming up, others facing off, engaged in sparring practice, all mixed together.
The place was bustling, with the crowd pulsating, completely interconnected, and the buzz was extraordinary.
This scene not only left the Taixu Sect Master somewhat in a daze.
Even Elder Master Xun felt a sense of disbelief and emotion.
They hadn’t anticipated that the disciples of the three mountains, who still had barriers between them, would somehow be "merged" together by Mo Hua due to the Sword Discussion Conference.
Now the whole of Taixu Mountain was teeming with disciples, boasting a truly vibrant and lively atmosphere.
The Three Sects were indeed merging...
And in the vast practice grounds.
Whenever Mo Hua had time, he would wander around with his hands behind his back, giving tactical guidance, directing Formations, and improving the various teams’ deficiencies.
All disciples, regardless of background, level of cultivation, strength of Taoist Skills, would respectfully call him "Junior Brother" upon meeting.
In the high pavilion.
The Taixu Sect Master observed the scene and couldn’t help shaking his head in amazement:
"I won’t hide it from the Patriarch, I’ve been an Elder and Sect Leader for so many years, seen countless disciples, but I’ve never truly seen a child like ’Mo Hua’..."
Clearly, his background wasn’t good, his Spiritual Root wasn’t great, and his personality and temperament weren’t forceful either. .
But in the entire Taixu Gate, Three Mountains Sect disciples, from top talents to ordinary ones, those whose background and abilities far surpassed Mo Hua’s, not a single one didn’t listen to him...
It’s truly... unbelievable...
Beside him, Elder Master Xun watched the calm and graceful Mo Hua in the crowd, feeling both gratified and a little emotional.
In the original plan, he indeed wanted Mo Hua to be the "Junior Brother" of the three mountains, Taixu, Tai’a, and Chongxu.
But he hadn’t expected that Mo Hua could actually achieve this level...
Elder Master Xun looked at Mo Hua’s figure, his heart suddenly trembled, and he was reminded of an ancient saying:
"The highest good is like water."
"Water benefits all things and does not compete."
"It is precisely because it does not compete that the world cannot compete with it..."
It is precisely because it does not compete that the world cannot compete with it...
Elder Master Xun murmured softly, his pupils shrinking, and his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.
...
On Taixu Mountain, disciples intertwined, the noise was extraordinary.
Amidst the busy and tense practice, along with the intense planning, time was slipping away bit by bit.
Soon, three months flew by in the blink of an eye.
The Sword Discussion Conference, eagerly anticipated by thousands of sects and tens of thousands of cultivators across the Qianxue State Boundary and even the entire Qian State, finally officially began...