Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 119 - 119 118 Solitary Traveler Extra for Alliance Hierarch a Silent Charmer

119: Chapter 118: Solitary Traveler [Extra for Alliance Hierarch, a Silent Charmer] 119: Chapter 118: Solitary Traveler [Extra for Alliance Hierarch, a Silent Charmer] As Elder Huang had said, two days later, the horde of demons arrived as expected.

Standing atop the high fortress walls, one could clearly see a large group of warty pigs running across the plain.

With hundreds of them galloping together, dust and dirt flew into the air, and their momentum was terrifying—resembling a cavalry army.

These warty pigs were all robust boars, each with sharp tusks and thick skin.

A few hundred pounds in weight, they were not to be trifled with, and among them were even some that weighed close to a thousand pounds.

Leading the pig herd were dozens of monsters, among which were several pig demons, as well as a mix of other demons like deer demons, cow demons, sheep demons, and horse demons.

There were even two flying demon beasts, one butterfly demon and one bat demon.

It was a pity there were no rivers nearby; otherwise, they might have presented an amphibious and air offensive.

When still several miles away, the pig horde began to slow down, clumsily forming ranks as they advanced.

It seemed almost comical, but the faintly discernible aura they emitted suggested something else.

This was not a hasty provocation; they had come fully prepared, harboring long-standing schemes.

Above the wall, every fortress dweller strong enough to wield a spear or sword took their place, no matter their age or gender.

Everyone knew there was no room for retreat; each additional weapon on the wall signified a further display of humanity’s determination.

At this moment, the only masters of the situation were the cultivators.

Apart from Hou Niao and Tideng Monk, there were a few others in Yinyue Castle who barely qualified as cultivators, practicing Pulse and Energy Induction.

Among them, Hou Niao was the unquestioned spokesperson.

He didn’t need to consult with anyone.

Looking at Tideng Monk, he said, “Monk, the demons are coming in strong, diverging from our estimations.

This is not a situation where both sides can just step back.

I’m afraid it won’t end peacefully without bloodshed!

I’ll go down alone; I can move more freely that way!

But I’m worried about those two—the butterfly and the bat!

If they suddenly provoke us from atop these walls, it could shake the morale of the people.

I need you standing guard up here, letting them know that true cultivation power still exists in Yinyue Castle.”

Tideng Monk wasn’t an ordinary person; he understood the situation clearly.

Now in Yinyue Castle, the only ones who could put up a fight were the two of them.

He wasn’t fully recovered yet, and his lantern was severely damaged.

Going down would be of little use.

Just as the sword cultivator said, it was more meaningful for him to stay on the wall.

“Fine, but I must warn you, don’t stir up trouble needlessly!

A peaceful resolution would be best, it’s also the truly responsible attitude towards the fortress dwellers.”

Hou Niao gave a cold smile, “Peace is fought for.

Do you think they’ve come with such a show of force because a few words would send them away?

Also, I must remind you, if those two flying vermin dare to launch a sneak attack on the fortress, kill them on the spot.

Don’t go for your feigned purification again.

No need to act with great mercy and great compassion; that too depends on the situation!”

Then he looked toward Elder Huang, “Prepare to die for the fortress; I don’t have much confidence either.”

Without another word, he leaped down from the wall.

Ruan Erjie sighed,

“See?

That’s what Quanzhen Sect disciples are like—they simply don’t care about us!”

Tideng Monk shook his head with a bitter smile, “If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have jumped down!

Put differently, this would sound more sensational: I will fight to the death, but if they step over my body, please forgive my incompetence.

The meaning is the same.

Quanzhen sword cultivators are always like that; they pretend not to care, using a tough exterior to shield their inner tenderness.

They must be out of their minds to want to become the Demon Sect overlord.”

Ruan Erjie was puzzled, “Aren’t the Buddhist and Demon Sects at odds?

Why do you always speak for him behind his back?”

Tideng Monk laughed lightly, “Standing here now are only human cultivators, no Buddhist Sect, no Demon Sect.”

Ruan Erjie pouted and muttered softly, “That coward, I thought you were enemies…”

Tideng Monk’s smile deepened, “A coward, also an enemy, perhaps even a life-and-death foe in the future.

But that is not a reason for me to belittle him; wouldn’t that be like demeaning myself?”

Buddha’s arrival doesn’t cause the impure to fall; when the Immortal departs, can it transcend nothingness?

I’d rather die clean than live united with filth.

Pure whiteness remains within me; the mud mixed with water departs.

A hundred lifetimes later when I look back, my noble spirit stand firm, a seeming coward.

…Having leapt from the fortress, Hou Niao had already made his resolution.

Talk?

Talk my hammer!

It’s clear as day that they’re taking advantage of the Quanzhen Sect’s weakened power in Yinling, with the Town Government lineage lying low and the Patrol lineage stretched thin.

On top of maintaining the stability of the Fang Family’s Castle, and investigating the whereabouts of the amber, it’s an opportune moment to strike first and create a fait accompli.

If Yinyue Castle’s humans withdraw, it will be the Demon Clan’s victory in Yinling!

The reason for choosing this location is that it’s far from Fang Family’s Castle, beyond the reach of any rescue force, and no one else can be dispatched; it’s near West Mang Mountain, which allows for mutual support, making it the perfect place to strike.

This is definitely not the only location.

If Yinyue Castle falls, the Demon Clan will quickly move on to other fortresses, triggering a chain reaction.

Once these tidings spread, more Monsters on the fence will be stirred into action, like a small spark starting a prairie fire!

He doesn’t know who the mastermind behind all of this is, and it’s not his concern.

All he needs to do is ensure that Yinyue Castle remains as stable as Mount Tai, dealing the greatest blow to the Demon Clan’s burgeoning forces.

The battle at the source cannot afford any mistakes!

The only good news is that out of fear of retribution from human Great Cultivation, those Great Demons scheming behind the scenes did not dare to show themselves.

They kept the situation below the Tongxuan level with a thought to advance or retreat, a very cautious chess move.

As long as the Realm is below Tongxuan, there will be a fight!

Walking straight forward, the figure of a man seemed incredibly minute against the backdrop of dozens of Demons and hundreds of Hard-hair Beasts, causing the people on the fortress walls anxiety.

Ruan Erjie murmured, “Could it be he’s drunk?”

As both sides slowly drew closer, the crowd on the fortress brimmed with worry, unaware that the Demons opposite them were equally troubled.

“Didn’t they say there were no Quanzhen Patrols here?

The envoys they sent out have all been intercepted by us, so how could another one pop up?” A Hard-hair Beast began to feel nervous.

It couldn’t help but overthink—the large group of Hard-hair Mortal Beasts behind it were his kin.

If it were a flock of sheep, a herd of cows, or a group of deer, it wouldn’t bother thinking so much.

One must admit that after a thousand years of suppression, the name ‘Quanzhen Sect’ still held great deterrent power in Yinling; the Yinling Patrol represented this force.

A voice among the Demon crowd shouted, “Who will give that Patrol a lesson and take him down a peg?

It will be easier to talk once we’ve knocked the wind out of his sails!”

A Sheep Demon leaped forward, the smell of blood and mutton filling the air.

Its two sturdy horns curled up like spiraling disks, and its ability to leap was exceptional, with a high Realm.

It believed itself more than capable of being the vanguard.

The thing was, its fighting style was not purely about entanglement, but leaping high from a distance with full force and then jumping back in preparation for the next charge, thus avoiding the human’s infuriating techniques.

Simple brutality, pure collision, was the preferred method at this stage of Demon growth.

Similarly, on this occasion, from a distance of dozens of feet, the Sheep Demon leapt high, letting out a ‘moo’ roar in mid-air.

It lowered its head and arched its back.

When it was less than ten feet from the cultivator, its curled horns suddenly sprang straight, blocking any feasible escape for the cultivator.

But the Quanzhen Swordsman didn’t budge, just coldly watched it, only stepping forward when the horns shot out—his right foot stepped ahead, his left hand pressing down on a gourd as if on a sword scabbard, and his right hand drew his sword with a backhanded upward strike.

Standard Sword Drawing Skill!

The flash of the sword was followed by a splash of blood.

Two huge sheep horns fell to either side of the body.

After coming to a halt, the Swordsman drew his Longsword across in front of him, “Cross this line, and die!”

Indeed,

Iron remains soft, not becoming of a sword; wood stays curved, not suitable for a shaft!

The red blood reflects the pill-heart’s glow, brow furrowed betwixt heaven and earth.