Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 115 - 115 114 Two Wounded Soldiers Double Request for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month

115: Chapter 114: Two Wounded Soldiers [Double Request for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month] 115: Chapter 114: Two Wounded Soldiers [Double Request for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month] The sky was just beginning to lighten when the gates of Yinyue Castle cracked open and five knights galloped out, the female captain leading the charge.

They had to make haste, for no one knew if the malevolent spirits would return again.

Sony they arrived at the spot where the two had fallen into the water.

The pool lay calm and slightly murky, not too deep to see into, leaving their fates uncertain—were they dead or alive?

Before the knights could plunge into the water to search, a bald head emerged amidst a clump of floating weeds, “Amitabha…”

At the same time, another face surfaced from beneath a different reed, “I can still be saved…”

From the shore, it was hard to see clearly into the water, but from within, cultivators, with their exceptional vision, could at least distinguish whether they were facing Soul Ghosts or humans.

The two were fished out and taken to the fort.

From afar, the extent of their injuries wasn’t clear, but on closer inspection, the brutal reality of battle was immediately felt.

The monk’s robe had been torn into strips, his tender skin a pitiful sight; the Daoist fared no better, especially his back, which was a mess of wounds.

It’s said that a warrior’s pride lies in the scars on their chest, and those with wounds on their back are cowards, but given the severity of their injuries, no one said a word—in the face of such spirits, surviving was no small feat.

The five knights moved quickly and the party soon returned to the Fortress.

Thankfully, the malicious spirit did not strike again.

Neither of the two injured persons spoke, appearing gravely hurt.

Mortals could hardly comprehend the wounds of cultivators—what may seem severe to them might be but a minor injury, while what appeared trivial could hide life-threatening dangers.

They remained silent out of embarrassment…

Who would have thought that in the face of great danger, they would each flee into the same pond?

But it wasn’t difficult to understand, for if they both knew the terrain, they would undoubtedly end up at this meeting point, given that it was the only large body of water nearby.

The two were carried into the largest and most spacious room with the best view in Yinyue Castle, a place where the elders of the Fortress normally discussed affairs.

Now that the cultivator masters were injured, they naturally deserved the best hospitality.

The woman’s large eyes gazed tenderly at the young monk, “Master, what do you need from us?

Please tell us if you need any herbs, the Fortress has a reserve, and if we don’t have them we can buy from other villages or fortresses.”

The Tideng Monk was immensely grateful, his countenance serene, “It’s not necessary, a cultivator has their own methods, a bowl of clear water will suffice.”

“What about food?”

“Simple flatbread is enough.”

The woman couldn’t help but admire, “Truly, a Master of great attainment.

One day you will be the mainstay of Jinxiu.”

She then stealthily glanced toward the other side of the room, “Master, about that one…

Do you know them?”

The monk pursed his lips, “Don’t know him!”

The female captain got the hint and approached the Daoist, “Sir, what might you require?

Our place is modest, I’m not sure if we can provide everything?”

Hou Niao just had this nagging feeling something was off; he hadn’t offended this woman, had he?

“Bring the wine, the meat, and the golden sore medicine to apply externally.

If there’s ginseng and Lingzhi or anything of the sort, bring it without hesitation.

I won’t take them for free, I’ll pay for them.”

The woman frowned.

It figured, those afraid of death are always the ones who are lazy and gluttonous, just as bravery in battle surely goes hand in hand with self-discipline and frugality.

His true nature was exposed in just a few words.

She went to make the preparations; the old leaders in the fortress had agreed to provide these, and she was just the executor.

Besides, being somewhat a cultivator herself, her involvement meant less trouble and fewer misunderstandings.

Of course, she did not understand that due to the different modes of attack utilized by ghosts and malevolent spirits, as well as the two men’s different strategies, the Monk and the Daoist sustained different kinds of injuries.

The distinctions between them were significant.

Hou Niao’s methods seemed cowardly, incompetent, and impotent, but they perfectly allowed him to avoid direct confrontation.

With the Purple Mansion Vortex to dispel the chilling energy, he had no internal injuries to speak of, only external ones, which of course required the golden sore medicine to augment healing.

It wasn’t necessary, but it could speed up recovery.

The Tideng Monk, on the other hand, had overexerted the power of his lantern.

Although it weakened the ghosts and spirits in its light, much like the sun’s rays, enabling him to fight and flee, his encounters were all head-on.

He seemed unharmed on the outside, but his internal injuries were serious, and they wouldn’t heal anytime soon.

Watching the woman leave, Hou Niao became curious.

“Monk, to think that a revered disciple of the Buddhist Sect has such skill in charming women; your warm greeting reveals a certain closeness.

I only asked for some wine, meat, and herbs, and even offered to pay, yet you threw her off with such disdain.”

The Tideng Monk didn’t engage with his games.

“Hou, you have the nerve to talk!

If you had exerted more force to injure them, we might not have come to this!

Monks don’t lie; dare you say you gave your all with that sword?

You had already begun to flee before the blade even struck.

It’s a shame for the austere reputation of Quanzhen, resorting to such acts!”

Hou Niao retorted, “I may run fast, but are you any slower, Monk?

You’re already three zhang away while still calling out; I’ve not wronged you, have I?

It’s the monks who lie!

First, you shone that lantern with just enough force to handle the common Soul Ghosts.

Dare you deny it?

If you had taken a bit of responsibility and used full force for that strike, as you’ve been doing all along, would I not have struck with all my might?

You even dare to bite back—do you take me for a fool?”

The two tore off their masks and began to exchange insults, neither one a pushover, neither a paragon of virtue.

The pot calling the kettle black—they were all the same under scrutiny!

The Tideng Monk replied heatedly, “You were following my lead, I used the lantern to suppress their power, allowing them to not fight at full strength.

If we had fought while retreating, we might not have been able to kill them, but we wouldn’t be in such a sorry state, forced to jump into a water pit in front of all these mortals!”

Hou Niao sneered, “You want me to climb while you shine the lantern?

Wait for me to scramble up and panic, then yank away the lantern?

You expect me to be your shield?

Your supposed piety might fool the ignorant and those mortals unaware of the perils of cultivation, but don’t try to act the compassionate savior in front of me!

If you truly wished to serve Buddha with your life, you should have stayed and cleansed yourself through death.

Maybe then, moved by your sacrifice, the Buddha would have taken you up to reunite.

That would be a real celebration of suffering—a true monk indeed.”

The Tideng Monk scoffed, “They say Quanzhen Sect is full of passionate, valiant heroes, the ‘Demon Sect within the Demon Sect,’ firm as iron.

There are only warriors who die fighting, no Quanzhens who retreat!

And now what?

Wounds on your back and bum, nothing at the front!

If we were in Jin City, your injuries would have you placed directly in front of our Quanzhen ancestors for veneration!”

They traded barbs, none yielding to the other, their argument heated—when suddenly they both fell silent…

The woman returned with a few villagers, looking at them with confusion.

It seemed like an argument was going on, but why the sudden silence?