Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 125 - 125 124 Sending Invitations Extra for Alliance Hierarch

125: Chapter 124 Sending Invitations [Extra for Alliance Hierarch] 125: Chapter 124 Sending Invitations [Extra for Alliance Hierarch] Huang Xiaoxian took out two items, “Having dealt with the Giant Rat for a lifetime, I’ve still managed to figure out some useful items.

They are not treasures, but they are just right for the Giant Rat clan.”

Unfolding a skin, “This is the complete skin of a Giant Rat Demon, a rare find stripped through a secret method from a live capture; wearing it, rats within ten feet cannot discern, an excellent tool for confusing sight and sound.

Today I present it to my Daoist friend, when the time comes, it shall prove to be ingenious.”

Receiving the Giant Rat skin with some hesitation, there was still resistance.

Being a perfectly good human and instead wearing a rat skin indeed posed a psychological challenge to accept.

To one’s surprise, the Giant Rat skin was very clean, and on the lining, there were mysterious totems unique to the Demon Clan.

It wasn’t just a simple piece of skin; it looked like Huang Xiaoxian had put a lot of thought into it.

“Beyond ten feet, no scent will be detected, but within that range, I can’t say the same.

It is advisable not to attempt otherwise.

It’s good for misleading and getting close, then strike like lightning.”

As pleasant as that sounds, it was blatantly prepared for entering the Ksitigarbha Cave, right?

This travel tool had been prepared for me, and this guy was indeed sparing no effort to exterminate the Giant Rat clan.

He then took out a bead, “This is the Night Blooming Fragrance Bead.

Hmm, it’s a special Divine Skill of our weasel clan, give it a shake, and an exotic fragrance assails the nose, capable of inducing dizziness and delusion in a short time.

Against Giant Rat Demons, the effect lasts about three to five breaths depending on their strength.

If you’re outnumbered in battle, perhaps the sudden release of its scent might prove miraculous?”

Hou Niao received the bead wordlessly, so-called family Divine Skills, but in reality, it was just the weasel’s infamous stink, even named ‘Night Blooming Fragrance.’ I truly don’t know what these guys are thinking.

Is it that once the stench is extreme, it becomes fragrance?

Huang Xiaoxian earnestly advised, “However, my Daoist friend, do take note that this item should not be used successively; resistance will develop.

Hence, it should be used at intervals of at least half an hour for the best efficacy.”

“I owe you one.

Such precious skin and fart…

Is there nothing else?”

Huang Xiaoxian chuckled dryly and shook his head, “In terms of treasures, which race could surpass humans?

How can the light of a grain of rice compete with the sun and the moon?

The so-called treasures of the Demon Clan are actually derived from their own bodies or cultivated from Divine Skills, which amuse you, my Daoist friend.”

Hou Niao waved his hand dismissively, “If it’s useful for the task, it’s a treasure!

What’s the point of it being rare if it just ends up being cheap for the Giant Rat?

Alright, I’ll take the items.

No need for thanks; since we share a common goal, there’s no distinction between us.

The real issue is how to topple this rat’s nest.”

Huang Xiaoxian liked what he heard; it wasn’t about who needed whom or who was using whom, but rather a coordinated cooperation striving for a win-win situation.

“I’m not sure what the Daoist friend plans to do?

Humans have human methods, and we of the weasel clan will cooperate as necessary—gathering intelligence, making connections, tracking, reporting…

Anything you need, you can find us.

After all, we move around here more conveniently than humans, without drawing attention.”

Hou Niao looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, “If one day, the Quanzhen Sect wishes to topple the Suqiu rat’s nest, would your clan be willing to help?”

Huang Xiaoxian’s face turned cloudy and uncertain.

After a long hesitation, he stammered, “Daoist Hou, I have some words stuck in my throat that must be said.

If the Quanzhen Sect were to attack in full force, needless to say, our little wilderness demons wouldn’t be needed—it’d be over in one fell swoop.

If it’s just some Quanzhen disciples coming over, it would be difficult for us to decide whether to join in; if we do, and the Giant Rats aren’t wiped out, your humans can simply walk away, but what about us?

We’d inevitably face the mad revenge of the Giant Rat clan.

Besides, even if we were successful, how can you guarantee that your Sect wouldn’t take the opportunity to also exterminate us weasels?

Such things have happened in Yinling before; if it’s the Demon Sect, they are truly capable of anything,

I trust you, but right now, you probably don’t have the power to control the other Quanzhen Sword Cultivators, do you?”

Hou Niao chuckled.

“So, you’re saying that you don’t trust the Quanzhen Sect, and I might be an exception?”

Huang Xiaoxian gritted her teeth and spoke the hard truth.

“To survive in Yinling, one cannot easily trust others!

But here, we not only trust you, we also trust Xiang Xunyou the Patrol Envoy, as well as the entire Patrol lineage, for we have interacted with them over a long period and have come to understand each other.”

Hou Niao understood.

It seemed this creature couldn’t even trust the lineage of the Town Government in Fang Family’s Castle, which belonged to the Quanzhen Sect; he couldn’t entirely blame it, since he himself, as a human, didn’t trust those people either.

“Alright, for now, let’s leave it at that.

We’ll need to conduct a preliminary investigation to gather evidence and ascertain the truth before making any decisions.

It is too early to draw conclusions at this point.

Just wait for my message,” he said.

With that, the two parted ways, heading in opposite directions.

As Hou Niao rode on his horse, lost in thought, he felt that acting alone was too insubstantial.

With limited Realm and being on his own, to expect that just his swordsmanship could turn the tide in this matter was somewhat wishful thinking and arrogant.

In the battle outside Yinyue Castle, any Demon with a bit of sense would not have ended up fleeing in panic; the one who should have fled was him!

To think he could slay dozens of Demon Beasts, many of which were of higher Realms than his, with just his sword was not something that could be repeated.

Even if he had lucked out and succeeded, it was only with the assistance of Tideng Monk at the fortress, otherwise, he would have been helpless against those two flying Demon birds; that was the hard truth.

This was not the Soul Realm, where one could try again after failure; in this dangerous wilderness, he had no retreat.

He wrote down everything he had learned from Huang Xiaoxian into a Wild Geese Letter and sent it out without concealing his thoughts: if he needed to delve deeper into the investigation, he would need more hands, even just one fellow disciple would do.

After all was done, the sky had already begun to brighten, and a small fortress appeared in his line of sight—Ironwood Castle, one of the thirteen human fortresses under his patrol jurisdiction.

The Fort Guards on the wall had already spotted him: alone, riding solo, in Daoist attire, wearing a high crown, sword on his back—a standard Patrol Envoy of Yinling; arriving at daybreak meant he must have traveled through the night.

In the Yinling Wilderness, only Quanzhen Sword Cultivators would have such audacity.

Even if he seemed somewhat unfamiliar?

“Honored guest, may I have your esteemed name?

Where do you come from and where are you headed?” a Fort Guard called out, his voice echoing—it was just routine procedure after all, given a new face.

Hou Niao wasn’t offended.

“Hou Niao, coming from Yinyue and here to inquire about Ironwood matters,” he replied.

Upon hearing this, the guard on the wall hastened to run down, as the incident at Yinyue Castle had passed half a month ago and, no matter how isolated the news here was, word had slowly begun to spread.

The stunning swordsmanship of the new Hou Patrol Envoy from the Quanzhen Sect, who single-handedly defeated a thousand adversaries, had been the talk of the town, growing more fantastical with each retelling.

Now that the Master was actually here, he didn’t seem to possess three heads and six arms?

The fortress gates swung wide open, and other guards rushed to inform the village elder, causing quite a commotion.

By the time the village elder arrived, Hou Niao had already seated himself in front of a simple breakfast shop, starting to munch on steamed buns.

“To have such an esteemed guest visit without proper welcome is an oversight, a grave oversight indeed.”

With a smile, Hou Niao said, “No need for alarm; I am merely here for a morning meal, nothing more.”