Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 138 - 138 137 Riding the Waves

138: Chapter 137: Riding the Waves 138: Chapter 137: Riding the Waves Hou Niao, holding a longsword, began to sprint faster amid the torrential downpour!

The first reaction of Wei Ming, the Daoist, was to wonder what this was all about?

His second reaction was whether this fellow harbored ill intentions?

His third reaction was to draw his longsword?

The fourth was to think of creating an earth wall to delay the opponent?

The fifth reaction was whether it was inconvenient to use Earth System Techniques in the pouring rain?

…

He had too many reactions, yet none was to the point!

In fact, what he should have done right now was just one thing, turn around and run, keeping distance.

By the time the opponent was almost at arm’s length, he realized he was in a terribly bad situation, facing a Sword Cultivator head-on!

“Why are you doing this, Daoist brother?” He hoped he could block a few strikes to buy some time, but the sword light before his eyes completely overturned his understanding of Wang Mian’s and Fang Yazi’s swordsmanship.

Both were disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, yet this was not the same kind of swordsmanship at all; the difference was like night and day.

The night was dark, the rain fierce—a night for murder and loose floods!

With the rise of a hand, the sword fell; the heavy rain washed away any trace of blood, while he collected the belongings from the body of Wei Ming, the Daoist, and looked back shouting:

“What are you two doing?

Dilly-dallying around!”

Wang Mian and another turned their heads, grumbling, “He took all the good parts, we just have to do the grunt work!”

But Fang Yazi spoke the blunt truth, “Brother Wang, if one sword strike of yours couldn’t solve it, not even ten more might suffice!

The fellow’s realm is higher than ours; if it comes to a standoff, who knows!

Unless it’s an ambush, but you refuse!”

Wang Mian glared, “Of course I refuse!

Several people attacking one and still needing an ambush, isn’t that slapping the face of the Quanzhen Sect?”

Fang Yazi wasn’t convinced, “I would do it!

Brother, you haven’t hunted in the wilderness; real hunting is all about ambushing.

When has it ever been direct and upright?”

The two bickered yet didn’t stop working as they buried Earthquake Bombs underneath a river dam.

Their hands moved swiftly, burying the explosive beads in a strategically selected spot, where in fact, the embankment behind was already hollowed out by them!

Six Earthquake Bombs were buried one by one.

As soon as the two leaped onto the embankment, at the moment they landed, six muffled explosions spread out.

Normally, the sound would carry far, but on this stormy morning, it seemed just like a few rumbles of thunder in the sky.

Meticulously chosen spots, rapidly surging river flow causing immense water pressure, embankment already hollowed behind, plus the man-made six Earthquake Bombs…

In an instant, this section of the riverbank collapsed and fell apart.

The raging waters found a new, more direct, and upright outlet; the White Ribbon River, from that moment, directed over seventy percent of its water flow toward this breach!

Guided by retaining, guiding, and surrounding embankments, as well as funnel-shaped outlets, the water surged into a channel that only existed in blueprints, which in reality, did not exist!

To say it didn’t exist might be a stretch; if one imagined the channel bigger and longer, it was the old river course of the White Ribbon River!

The current broke through the resistance, carrying up underground sandy soil in its powerful flow, growing swifter by the moment; the water head rose about three meters high, like a surge of untamed behemoth, ferociously devouring everything in its path.

It finally returned to its old course, as if the river spirit was alive, emitting a deafening sound of joy.

“Run!”

Hou Niao took the lead, with Wang Mian and Fang Yazi closely following behind.

Water Head was right by their side and sometimes chased them less than ten feet behind!

The thrill was unmatched, the danger stirred their souls!

“Weren’t you two blaming me for hogging it all?

Well, now there’s plenty for you to eat, let’s see if you have the ability to swallow it down!”

“I never refuse a challenge!” Wang Mian was spirited, feeling that the winter of waiting was worth it.

“I have a big stomach!” Fang Yazi was high-spirited, reverting to that passionate young man in the Poplar Forest, still fearless!

The three men raced against the Water Head, speeding like three madmen racing a river demon.

Hou Niao activated his Sword Yu Step, pondering over all that they might encounter while running.

There was actually not much to consider; by this stage, the Water Dragon had been released, and it was too late for words—only killing remained!

Who exactly was Wei Ming?

He knew he couldn’t judge through cultivation techniques, as the methods of the Quanzhen Sect were limited in this regard and could not compare with those of the Daoist Sect and Buddhist Sect.

At their level, it was also difficult to possess any unique detection methods.

Torting cultivators with harsh interrogations was pointless, so it might as well be settled with one sword strike.

Ever since he first encountered this daoist on the way to fetch water from the small watchtower, he knew this man was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

Hunting a pack of demon beasts?

Maybe he was the mastermind!

That short-tailed Wolf Demon was always hesitating, which did not conform to animal survival instincts; their first instinct when in danger is to flee, so why would it stay engaged in a forbidding battle?

There must be some unspecified backup, which just hadn’t revealed itself yet.

At the small watchtower, Wei Ming and Xiang Zhiwen had arrived almost back-to-back; why hide from Zhiwen?

Was it for fear of being exposed?

Participating in guarding and digging canals for religious belief?

There are numerous Loose Cultivators in Yinling, none of whom participate, all afraid of being implicated later and unable to extricate themselves, only he stepped forward.

Was it really for the people, or was it actually for surveillance?

When all these coincidences accumulated, they were no longer coincidences, but obviously purposeful approaches!

Considering what he was about to do, the reason for such monitoring was self-evident.

He was not accustomed to acting by the rules.

Entice Wei Ming with his usual style?

Go to Suqiu to ambush a lone Rat Demon?

Venture into Ksitigarbha Palace without planning?

This set of what a normal cultivator would consider normal process, in fact, posed a risk of exposure at each step, a risk that was not small considering the keen danger perception of rodents—startling the snake was inevitable.

Therefore, he only took the last step; since it had to be resolved sooner or later, it was better to give up the preliminary probe and gather all the troubles to settle them all at once.

Heaven was helping him; this rare torrential rain of decades provided him the opportunity to turn a minor water project into a major one!

On their wild run, the weeds in the old river channel were uprooted, swept clean away; even the rocks, large and small, rolled along under the strong push of the water flow, their rumbling sounds adding to the fierceness.

This torrent did not weaken upon entering the old river channel; in fact, it had several feet of accumulated water and, with the continuous drizzle over half a month, the river bed was already saturated.

Pushed by the White Ribbon River behind and supported by the torrential rain, it sped up even more.

The surrounding rainwater continued to pour into the relatively low-lying terrain of the old river channel, like thousands of troops joining the formidable army, with Water Head rising higher and higher, already near six feet!

…The river dramatically bends back southeastward, the banks standing boldly apart.

As the winds whip and stones crack under thunder, overwhelming waves surge forward, rolling the water along.