The cultivators of the sect were somewhat regretful, but not entirely disappointed.
Facing such top talent like Duanmu Qing, the odds were originally very slim, so losing was unavoidable.
They could only blame their bad luck.
They could only blame the useless Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument for not dealing Taixu Gate a good hand.
Counting it up, they have already encountered three of the Qianxue Four
Talents. These three rounds of earth-grade sword discussions were almost "sure to lose."
It's as if they lost three victories for no reason.
Generally speaking, it's not usually this unlucky.
But if the luck is really this bad, there's nothing that can be done; sometimes the fate is like this, so unfortunate that even drinking a glass of cold water can break a tooth.
They certainly couldn't go and hold the Dao Discussion Heaven Instrument accountable.
However, what really concerned Mo Hua about this sword discussion was not this.
Taixu Gate.
At nightfall, in the disciple's residence.
Mo Hua lay on the bed, still thinking about Duanmu Qing.
Scenes from the day still floated in his mind.
Especially the first moment when he passed by Duanmu Qing, and saw her eyes.
Duanmu Qing was beautiful, and her eyes were beautiful too.
But in her eyes, beneath the clear and cold base, when looked into deeply, there was a mass of pitch-black "shadow".
This shadow was somewhat murky, as though etched in the divine soul.
Mo Hua was very surprised at that moment, hence instinctively reminded her... "Your Taoist Heart is corrupted."
But Duanmu Qing's reaction was too drastic.
These four words seemed to pierce through her defenses.
Peered into some secret within her heart.
She actually wanted to kill him on the spot... Very strange... "What exactly is the murky shadow in her eyes..."
At this late and quiet hour, Mo Hua lay on the bed, carefully recalling while his divine sense began calculation, and heavenly mechanism causality flowed from his heart.
After an unknown time, Mo Hua's heart suddenly thumped fiercely, he sat up immediately, his expression serious.
He thought of something:
Yanzhi Boat!
The shadow under Duanmu Qing's eyes is very similar to the aura of the Yanzhi
Boat, especially the evil embryo's aura on the altar in the Dragon King Temple.
Mo Hua's heart shook: "Could Duanmu Qing have also been on the Yanzhi Boat?" "Is she also related to the Evil God?"
Such a clear and ascetic fairy...
Mo Hua frowned, "Impossible...
But with causality involved, no matter how impossible it looks from the surface, if causality exists, it must be acknowledged.
Moreover, that's not all.
Mo Hua carefully thought, "Duanmu Qing is one of the four top talents within the Four Great Sects at the Qianxue state boundary..." "If she has also been on the Yanzhi Boat, then what about the other three people?" "Shen Linsu, Xiao Wuchen, Ao Zhan, could they also have been on the Yanzhi
Boat?" "Then... who's the 'Young Master' often mentioned as the evil god's minion within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?" "The Young Master in the poppy-like karmic chains I saw by Mistwater River that night, who is he?" "Is it one of these four?" "Is it... Shen Linsu?"
Mo Hua felt that Shen Linsu is the most suspicious.
Especially since he is from the Shen Family and has relations with the Qian
Taoist Sect.
The other three, Duanmu Qing likely has some relation with Yanzhi Boat as well.
As for Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, they're probably not without connections either...
But...
Mo Hua's heart raised another question: "Why didn't I see it before?"
In the Sword Discussion Conference, he has already passed Linsu three people.
And he had encountered Shen Linsu earlier in Qingzhou City. These four, if they really have connections with the Yanzhi Boat, Dragon King Temple, evil embryo, for sure they will have the Evil God's aura.
Considering his "source" with the Great Wilderness Evil God, he should have seen something.
But now, only by coincidence did he discover a trace from Duanmu Qing...
Why?
Evil God... No, or perhaps what kind of method did Mr. Tu use to conceal these auras?
Conceal them to the point that even he, who swallowed the 'evil embryo' as a Half-step God, could not detect?
Mo Hua's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.