Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 121 - 121 120 A Force that Matches Thousands Extra for Alliance Hierarch Tai Ke Yin

121: Chapter 120: A Force that Matches Thousands [Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Tai Ke Yin] 121: Chapter 120: A Force that Matches Thousands [Extra Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Tai Ke Yin] Hou Niao took a step, and the opposing Demon Clan collectively retreated a step.

After three more steps, the demon horde retreated three steps!

Their momentum was seized, their will shaken; these were serious blunders in combat.

Seeing that their own side was about to collapse, charging in fiercely only to flee in complete disarray, becoming the background for someone else’s legend—even the thick-skinned demons found this hard to bear.

A voice came from within the demon horde, “He is injured, he can’t hold out for long.

Who will go and claim this decisive victory?”

Another voice said, “People say that a wounded beast is the most dangerous, but actually, a wounded human is even more fearsome!

Before taking him down, how many demons are you prepared to sacrifice?

Do we have enough brothers here to fill that gap?”

Knowing that they could not defy the situation, that voice still made one last effort, “Brother Butterfly, Brother Bat, please trouble yourselves to capture the human leader on top of Yinyue’s walls.

That way, at least we’ll have a chance to negotiate!

We can’t just run away like this, if we do flee, the whole of Yinling will laugh at us.”

Finally, the words had some effect, most crucially, relying on their ability to fly, they didn’t have to worry about the human cultivators on the ground, and this ferocious patrol was not above the fortress walls.

Two flying demons took to the wing; the Bat Demon, eager to accomplish its task, flew faster while the Butterfly Demon, more contemplative, intentionally lagged behind.

One in front and one behind, as everyone’s gaze was fixed on the savagery unfolding below, hardly anyone noticed these two in the sky.

Capturing the human leader of the fortress was usually pointless—capture him, and he couldn’t be saved; another would be chosen in his place.

But at this time, it could serve as a restraint against the patrol.

Don’t you want a satisfying kill?

Don’t you refuse to negotiate?

Then what would happen if, in the full view of all, an old human was added to the equation?

This idea was quite good; under the current circumstances, it was a viable strategy.

Although it couldn’t turn the tide, it could at least bring both sides to the negotiating table.

Speed is of the essence in war.

Especially for flying demonic birds, once they decided to show their faces, they couldn’t afford to dawdle in the sky, or sooner or later their bluff would be called.

The Bat Demon was not as cautious as the Butterfly Demon in strategic matters, but its tactics were still sound.

Taking to the air, it had already picked out the old man on the wall directing the defense.

With a beat of its wings, it was over the fortress; with another contraction, it dove, claws outstretched, ready to snatch any person beyond escape!

But in a hazy moment, when it was mere inches away, the sight of the old human transformed into a small monk with a mysterious smile, lifting a lantern in his hand!

Although the Bat Demon didn’t understand what was happening, it was very clear that its life was now in peril.

It tried to flap its wings and ascend to escape, but how could it against such strong inertia?

A flash of the monk’s precept blade, and the bat’s head hit the ground.

Muttering, “…erect the Buddha to discuss Zen; burn incense to pursue the Dao; behead to liberate; raise the lantern to enlighten demons.

Which comes first?

Beheading or enlightening?

Who can teach me?”

Next to him, Ruan Erniang was a straightforward person, “I think you light the lantern just to behead.

There’s no question of ‘enlighten and then not behead’.”

The Tideng Monk shook his head and sighed, “Not good, I’ve been led astray by that lunatic.”

In the sky, the other Butterfly Demon immediately took flight upon the monk’s appearance, not returning to the demon ranks, but instead retreating far away, not looking back, decisively making its escape.

As one flying monster died and another fled, it was the final straw that broke the resolve of the ground demons.

When Hou Niao stepped forward again, still responding to the demons’ negotiation demands as always, no force could hold these creatures back any longer.

“No negotiations!”

A cow demon turned and walked away.

“If there’s no negotiation, then that’s it.

What’s with the aggression?

I’ll go back, fill my stomach, and then come fight again!”

With a start, of course, came a continuation.

Why stay and lose face when their fighting spirit was gone?

As the horde of demons retreated, how could the zong-bristled mortal beasts stand their ground alone?

Thus, just as they had created billowing clouds of dust when they came, they left in the same manner, leaving behind a mess of excrement to prove they were here, they saw, they fought…

and they fled.

Hou Niao plunged his sword into the ground and quietly watched the desperate fleeing figures.

He was not lightly wounded, after all.

How could he have completely dissipated the full force of two strikes from such powerful creatures?

There was certainly a commanding monster among them, a rat demon!

But he didn’t have the strength to capture this creature now which wasn’t so bad.

At least it was a clue.

It’s more valuable to catch it later than to kill it now.

The gate of the fortress swung wide open, and several knights rushed out, carrying a stretcher on their shoulders.

They were concerned about Alliance Hierarch Hou, hoping nothing serious would befall him.

Atop the fortress walls, people cheered and leaped for joy, celebrating this hard-won victory.

By the customs of the Yinling Wilderness, after such a battle, they wouldn’t have to worry about demon attacks for at least a few years.

Now that Yinyue Castle had been marked by Alliance Hierarch Hou’s presence, who would dare provoke him?

Could they survive his earth-shattering sword?

Ruan Erniang still felt unsatisfied.

“Is it over just like that?

The monsters are contradictory in their approach, which is quite strange.

This Alliance Hierarch Hou is also full of contradictions, very strange indeed!

One moment he’s running away heedless of his safety, the next he’s fearlessly challenging a horde of demons with his sword.

Which one is the real him?”

Tideng Monk nodded at her.

“There’s no contradiction!

It’s just a matter of facing different opponents.

Last time he faced a Tongxuan Level ghost, while these demons didn’t have one among them who reached Tongxuan Level.

Most importantly, they were originally herbivores.”

The innate difference between herbivores and carnivores is huge.

It’s not apparent in normal times, but in a bloody battle, they are entirely different species.

Such differences tend to diminish and vanish after reaching Tongxuan Realm, but before that, just as Hou Niao and Tideng are not yet considered extraordinary men, these creatures are not yet extraordinary beasts; they still retain these instinctual traits.

Ruan Erniang was somewhat confused; such Quanzhen swordsmen were truly terrifying.

Tideng Monk knew what she was thinking.

“So, are you still unsatisfied?

It’s not just in Shan Country that it’s like this.

The Quanzhen Sect, all the nations controlled by the Demon Sect, um, even the places controlled by the Buddhist Sect and Daoist Sect aren’t much different—it’s just better concealed.

It’s not a difference in Daoist lineage but in Mortal Cultivation.

Erniang, since you are already a cultivator, you must learn to view the world through the eyes of a cultivator, or else, you won’t make it out.”

Tideng Monk said enough for the day; he had already said too much.

Just this once, he should guard himself in the future.

Swordsmen have their pursuits, monks have their paths; he couldn’t understand swordsmen, and how could swordsmen understand him?

Different Daoist lineages have different pursuits, just as he came to this faraway place to do things others can’t understand and meet the strange people one must encounter in life—all bestowed by Buddha, which he would not refuse!

…Not clouding the Zen heart nor the Buddha’s heart, ashamedly bearing a name worse than Shang Lin.

The clear wise moon shines in the sky, but where to find its reflection in the muddied waters.