Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 150 - 150 149 Loose Ends Tied Up

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Leaving Suqiu, the three retraced their paths.

After being soaked in heavy rain for several days, although it didn’t truly drench them, their mood still longed to return to human dwellings, a place with houses, tiles, fire, and the liveliness of people, to rest their feet.

They were mortals, not yet immortals.

Back in the small fortress, the sky remained gloomy, and the rain poured down as usual, but compared to the horror of the previous day, it was entirely different in level.

From this, it was predicted that there should be a break in the weather in a few days, and within half a month, the sun should be seen again.

Jiang Han’s family, “Sir, the wine and meat are ready, should we serve the dishes?”

Hou Niao waved his hand, intending to refuse.

They no longer needed large amounts of food, but after thinking it over, he didn’t want to disappoint their kind intentions.

To refuse now would be impolite and hurtful.

“Alright, bring them up, and in the future, there’s no need to prepare so much.

It’s a waste.”

Actually, not only the Jiang family, but also a host of other authorities in the fortress wanted to confirm a certain speculation from him.

Hou Niao and Wang Mian opened the Treasure Gourd, poured out their gains on the ground, and said, “Split it into three parts, then divide it.”

No one was polite.

None of them were the sort to feign modesty.

The spoils were quickly divided, and Hou Niao looked at the two men,

“Are the injuries a hindrance?”

Seeing both men shaking their heads, he understood that the impact was not significant.

How could a Sword Cultivator embark on actions without sustaining a scratch?

It was a normal occurrence, not worth fussing over.

“Two things, I will handwrite a letter about this adventure.

Yazi, you make a trip and present it to Xiang Shi, and he will then make a decision.

Wang Mian, you should make more contact with nearby fortresses.

After the rain stops, we will need a lot of manpower.

We must build embankments at the River Diversion to completely seal the new river channel and restore the old appearance.”

Both men nodded.

This was an official matter.

For those who travel a hundred li, ninety lies halfway.

The most difficult part was already accomplished.

The rest could not be ignored.

They just had to wait for the rain to lessen before they could start work.

Fortunately, the depth of the White Ribbon River was limited, and now it was being divided by both new and old river channels, so building an embankment was not an overly difficult task—it was just a matter of earthwork.

Wang Mian was very curious, “Senior Brother, do you think the change of the White Ribbon River’s course was the skeleton’s idea?

Is that why Ksitigarbha Palace is as large as it is now?

Those old rat demons couldn’t have come up with such a plan based on their intelligence.”

Hou Niao glanced at him, knowing what he wanted to ask, “That skeleton wanted to tell a story to bide time and lure you out, so I didn’t hold back.

How can we believe the words of a ghost who has lived for who knows how many years?

I don’t even dare to listen, for fear that it would disturb my peace of mind.

So whether it was his idea to change the course of the river is not important.

What matters is that the person is gone, and so are all future issues.

As for deeper matters, if you were there, would you want to listen?”

Wang Mian and Fang Yazi looked at each other and shook their heads like rattle-drums, Wang Mian baring his teeth,

“No listening!

Just one Ksitigarbha Palace already had three Tongxuan presences, almost costing us our lives, and still listen?

Whatever else there is, that’s a matter for the lords above.

Doesn’t it make no sense that we receive a handful of resources each month only to live in comfort in our Cave Mansion?”

One should eat according to the size of their belly, mix as much water with mud as one can handle—this is the principle that can never be toppled.

Hou Niao sighed, actually he had some hidden worries.

The essence of their action to wipe out the giant rats of Suqiu was, strictly speaking, taking action without authorization.

It was done without Jin City’s consent and even without Zhiwen’s approval, which was somewhat reckless.

Shan Country was not only a state controlled by cultivation forces but also had some bureaucratic framework within it.

Those who acted recklessly towards the cultivators below were dealt with severely; from the bigger picture, such behavior could have far-reaching effects on the Yinling situation, disrupting the fragile balance between humans and the Demon Clan.

These were troubles that high-ranking individuals would consider and find very bothersome.

To some, their actions seemed like merely coveting the so-called treasures of Ksitigarbha Palace and then exterminating clans to seize those treasures!

As for this, Fang Yazi was utterly clueless.

As far as he was concerned, he did whatever his brother instructed without the need to consider such trivia; but Wang Mian, born into a cultivation family and immersed in its culture from a young age, saw these intricacies very clearly.

“Senior Brother, it looks like this rain won’t stop anytime soon.

How about I run to Jin City to explain things?”

Hou Niao waved his hand dismissively, “No need, let them be!

Wang Mian, you should focus less on these trivial matters and make your swordsmanship even more pure.

Although the rain hadn’t stopped, coordinating with the public was also a trivial matter.

With spring plowing pressing for time, we wouldn’t be given much time to build the dike.

My plan is to gather enough manpower to complete it within ten days!

Both the minor and major front fortresses were fully mobilized, and it was up to you to see how many people you could muster from the surrounding fortresses.

Did you think you could stay idle?”

The sharing of the spoils had ended and neither could sit still, so the two set off immediately.

By this time, the minor front fortress had also received the news that White Ribbon River’s new course would be fixed, and the cheers were thunderous.

They no longer had to worry about fetching water.

Locals spontaneously brought meat and vegetables to the Jiang residence.

Elder Jiang, entrusted by everyone, came to inquire about the construction of a shrine to honor the living, but was firmly rejected by Hou Niao.

He was well aware of the source of the new offerings — if he did enough, such offerings would be endless.

Why build a shrine for the living?

To give dogs a target to lift their legs and pee on?

He had no regrets about what he had done and would do the same if given another chance.

In fact, Heaven had rewarded him generously, making it all worthwhile.

A flexible, limitless Dantian, the hidden attributes of Heavenly Dao Thunderbolt and faith offerings — he couldn’t even think of asking for more.

As for the potential interrogations in Jin City, he didn’t care at all; he’d rather be dismissed, saving him from playing the senseless role of being covert.

In the past few days, he hadn’t gone anywhere but stayed in his room, pondering over his new realm, and had made some gains.

The difference between Fasting and Essence Building lay in one’s ability to satisfy the body’s needs through the Spiritual Power in the Dantian, while the other could not.

Upon reaching the state of Fasting, a cultivator’s Spiritual Power theoretically should be in an overflowing state, and one could then attempt to compress Spiritual Power, discarding the dross and keeping the essence.

Because in the process of absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spirit Mechanism, cultivators would bring in a lot of impurities: some induced by improper cultivation techniques, some due to a mix of elemental powers, some left by internal injuries, and of course, elixir poisoning, which is a hurdle most cultivators cannot avoid.

He had never ingested elixirs, giving him a significant advantage and greatly reducing this process of refining the essence.

Once the Spiritual Power in the Dantian became as pure as one, he could attempt to bridge the Dantian with the Purple Mansion, an act known as Bridge Connection!

From this point, cultivation entered a new stage, where a cultivator could introspect on Inner Secrets and explore the mysteries of the body, preparing for the Tongxuan stage.

For Hou Niao, purifying the Dantian Spiritual Power wasn’t an issue; he was confident he could complete it quickly.

What worried him was the subsequent connection between the Dantian and the Purple Mansion!

From the very beginning, his two Dantians seemed to be connected to the Purple Mansion too, via that vortex!

He didn’t see this as an advantage but was more concerned about some unexpected demon popping up during the process.

If it wasn’t causing trouble, wouldn’t it still be the Purple Mansion Vortex?