Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 100 - 100 99 Wilderness Pursuit 5

100: Chapter 99: Wilderness Pursuit 5 100: Chapter 99: Wilderness Pursuit 5 In Grass Dragon Valley, nearly a hundred demons were crammed together, just like the human Ghost Market.

They were sneaking and skulking, whispering and rustling amongst themselves.

The undergrowth was dark, and they didn’t light any fires, so only the dim light of the moon, hanging high in the sky, shone down, reflecting off the flickering treasure lights within the bushes, creating a rather unique atmosphere.

This wasn’t entirely about trading treasures; gain or loss wasn’t that important.

The mood of the exchange mattered more.

It was a birth process of civilization, albeit still at a very primal stage.

There were no stalls because everyone was poor as dirt, with at most a handful of items to their name, and most had just a solitary piece.

They simply flung them about in their hands or dangled them around their necks.

To the human eye, it didn’t look like they were trading treasures, but more like a large, fierce pet market.

The types of treasures were numerous, quirky, and bewildering, with the most abundant being their own body parts, such as shed fur or fallen teeth.

These weren’t the usual seasonal shedding of ordinary animals but cast-offs from changing Realms, infused with something only demons could understand.

They swapped these around in the hopes of discovering the essence of the Demon Clan’s innate magic, and perhaps also to understand some Divine Skills?

The chances of this were not high, but the demons thoroughly enjoyed it regardless.

Then there were items that, somehow, they had acquired from human Cultivators.

The most valuable things for them were Artifacts, including Weapons and Magic Artifacts of various functions.

The least useful were Elixirs and Talismans; due to dosage issues, consuming Elixirs wasn’t very beneficial for them, and they couldn’t use Talismans because they relied on innate Divine Powers.

There were also some random items, the origins of which even they couldn’t clearly explain.

In short, what was important was the mood, the eye appeal, the liking.

Such trades were full of capriciousness, and there was no strict pricing system in place; it was unlikely that one would ever be established, given the vast differences among individuals and clans, preventing them from forming a universally applicable path to the Upper Realm.

Three humans were mingled among them, not standing out too much in the darkness, especially when the atmosphere of trading picked up, becoming more fervent and boisterous, with everyone minding their own business.

Hou Niao passed by a trading session between a Snake Demon and a Bear Demon.

The trade was about a piece of shed snake skin and a shiny Shock Plate.

The Bear Demon was clearly not too pleased, feeling a bit shortchanged.

Although unsure of the Shock Plate’s exact function, it looked very delicate, and it lit up…

“One piece of snake shed isn’t enough.

You need to add something more!”

The Snake Demon really liked that plate, attracted by its cool temperature, perfect for curling up on during hot summer days.

So, it opened its mouth and squeezed a few drops of poison from its Poison Teeth into a small bottle,

“My few drops of Original Immortal Liquid are worth quite a few Spirit Stones among humans.

If it bites into your old bear body, you’ll be seeing King Yan within moments…

I heard that the Tiger Demon beat you up again recently?

Why not consider…”

The Bear Demon was swayed by its last remark, “Alright, deal!”

That’s how casual these deals were!

Moving forward, a Deer Demon was haggling with a Rabbit Demon who possessed a precious mirror with the ability to change the reflection’s appearance—making the ugly less so, and the beautiful even more so.

This made the ever-vain and impeccably groomed Deer Demon drool with desire, but the Rabbit Demon wasn’t interested in the offered swap.

“What would I do with deer antlers?

Can’t eat them, can’t use them, they’re just a burden to carry around…”

The Deer Demon gritted her teeth and reached down to rummage below her abdomen, “Top-grade musk, your consorts will definitely like this, it should last for at least a year’s worth, and during romance, it can enhance affection, set the mood, and stimulate ardor…”

The Rabbit Demon’s eyes brightened, “This could be something…”

What is this messy mess?

Hou Niao shook his head and continued to walk forward, with little desire to trade, he decided to just enjoy the hustle and bustle and broaden his knowledge.

Simple trades, simple joys, could this be the reason why demons live much longer than humans?

There were less than a hundred demons, and they soon shuffled about haphazardly.

Frankly speaking, whether it’s the goods or the method of transaction, there’s nothing commendable, barely sparking any interest in participating.

This is also why human merchants would never join the Demon Clan’s market, because humans can’t squeeze anything out from their teeth to make up for it, and from between their legs, they can only pull out shit…

It was merely the monsters’ self-entertainment.

Faintly visible a little farther from the gathering of monsters was a hazy figure, solitary and not quite fitting in with the overall atmosphere of the market.

Of course, Hou Niao would not specifically go over to see what it was trading; it wouldn’t escape the overall boredom, but this figure seemed vaguely familiar, piquing his curiosity.

He sauntered over slowly and said with a smile, “We meet again, what should I call you?”

The figure instinctively shrank back into the shadows, even though there was no need to do so in such an environment.

Whether it was the gathering of the monsters or its own realm, but the character of the weasel is such—mysterious and unspeakable.

Even as a Mortal Beast, the weasel is called an immortal in folklore, so amongst the Demon Clan, it’s a bit of an outcast, and everyone instinctively keeps their distance.

“Yellow Immortal, I have met an Upper Cultivator from Quanzhen,” it said.

Hou Niao waved his hand, “My name is Hou Niao, and you don’t need to call me an Upper Cultivator; I’m not above, and you are not below, let’s all just relax.”

Yellow Immortal made a human bow, “Daoist Hou, it’s been ten days since our last meeting, your elegance remains, commanding respect.”

Each demon has its own kind, and abilities also vary.

Combat strength is a major aspect, but it’s not the only one; for example, the weasel is not adept at fighting.

Having previously blended into the demon crowd, Yellow Immortal had recognized the human cultivator and knew he was not to be trifled with, but it stayed silent for a simple reason, “kin biting kin”—for the Wolf Clan and the weasel clan, though both contain the word wolf, in reality, have nothing to do with each other, in fact, they are mortal enemies, and it was more than happy to see the white-fronted Demon Wolf’s misfortune, without any psychological burden.

The only surprise was that the combat was faster and cleaner than it had anticipated!

It was grateful that it had not rashly attacked during their first encounter, instead inciting some lesser demons to test the waters.

The natural caution saved it; this was the capital for the weasel clan’s survival.

This human’s swordsmanship seemed to have improved again!

Unless absolutely necessary, do not fall out with this person, Yellow Immortal reminded itself silently.

…

To flee a hundred calamities and avoid a throng of demons, who in the human world knows of greater troubles?

Severing the Jade Bridge a hundred feet, hence Immortals never cross again.