Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 224 - 224 223 Turbulence in the Divine City 7

224: Chapter 223: Turbulence in the Divine City 7 224: Chapter 223: Turbulence in the Divine City 7 The Quanzhen disciples had a good start, but it was just the beginning!

Another day passed, and there was no substantial difference in numbers between the two sides; the Demon Sect faction was slightly more numerous, but weaker in strength, so they suffered heavier losses in the early stages; the situation improved slightly after the Quanzhen Sect joined, but it was not a reversal.

Wu Sect began to change their strategy, using their true strength against the four factions of the Demon Sect, not just wearing them down, but deploying experts to decisively secure the flags.

A senior brother was still tensely briefing, “Four people, responsible for the Black Flag of Huncheng is Lan Weiyang from the Southeast Daoist; attacking the Blood Flag of the Blood Transformation Sect is Fei Jiehe, one of the Wu Sect’s three Pengs; capturing the flag from Wo Sect is Mafeng, a Daoist from the Southeast; confronting the Bai Shen Sect is Bai Hou, another Southeast Daoist.”

All four had already slain generals and captured flags, now it was up to the four Demon Sect factions to see if they could counterattack successfully, but hopes of such were slim.

Over two days, through constant attack and defense, most Demon Sect disciples had lost their qualifications to fight.

Now, it was a contest of true strength, and clearly, the Demon Sect, scattered like sand, was far inferior in depth.

Normally, it took two or three of them to replace one from the Wu Sect, and now that Quanzhen Sect’s true inheritors were acting, not even several could match one, and there were few of them left.

The Quanzhen Sect couldn’t help them either, as the sword cultivators’ attention was captured by the Wu Sect’s four big flags and Anhe’s flag; these five flags, along with the Quanzhen Sect’s own sword flag, were the focus of contention, leaving no room for distraction.

…On the third day, the competition had become intense!

In the pavilion on Lake Heart Island, two Daoists sat facing each other, drinking tea.

One Daoist was confident, “Priority wise, the first priority is to capture the Quanzhen Sword Flag and secure the Anhe Taiji Flag.

Only by achieving both can we suppress the momentum of the Demon Sect and Quanzhen to the greatest extent.

The second priority is our Wu Sect’s four flags; of course, it’s best to keep all of them, but losing one or two doesn’t matter as long as we don’t lose all, there’s no disgrace in that!

The third priority, the Demon Sect’s four flags; but I think they have already lost the capacity to resist.

I kind of regret that those four True Disciples might have been overqualified for this task?”

The other Daoist was at ease, “If we don’t deploy True Disciples, should we continue to compete in attrition with them?

It’s quite right this way, forcing them to concentrate manpower on their own sword flags, hence they won’t have the capacity to meddle with our several big flags, essentially it’s the same thing.

We can tell the disciples to focus intensely on the Quanzhen Sect’s big flags!”

The two burst into laughter; such a theoretical discussion was essentially a comparison of the thickness of True Disciples.

Gathering nearly twenty True Disciples from the southwestern and southeastern areas, could they not overcome the Quanzhen Sect which had only five Yujing disciples?

This time, the discussion was basically secure.

………

At the shores of Yan Hui Lake, ten out of thirteen big flags were fiercely contested while the remaining three were silent, displaying a completely different scene.

In terms of chaos, the Wu Sect’s four flags underwent the most transformations, most of the weaker competitors had already taken their turn, leaving behind a core competition, a contest of the true inheritors.

Luo Linwang lost and retreated, but he also demonstrated his value by defeating three Wu Sect Daoists in succession, earning pride for the Quanzhen disciples from the Outer State, but his strength was also not enough to last to the end.

When the Wu Sect deployed another True Disciple, his defeat was inevitable; it was just a question of how badly he was injured?

In terms of calmness, no parties were more peaceful than the Buddhist Sect and the three Taihao families; from beginning to end, they had not attacked others, nor had they been attacked.

This was a decision made by the upper echelons of power, but among these low-rank cultivators, one could see the dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Nothing could be more distressing than being sidelined in a grand era.

In terms of cruelty, the competition for the Quanzhen Sect’s sword flag was the most brutal!

Gou Xianchong, an elite disciple from Upper Forest State, his features fierce and his tone harsh,

“I admit, in terms of personal strength, we can’t compare to those true inheritors of the Daoist Sect, but there is one area in which they can’t match us—our willingness to die for the sword.

Can they die for their Dao?”

We still have eleven men guarding the flag.

If each of us can disregard life and death completely and fight to the death, even with only a fifty percent chance of victory, they will have to pay the price of at least five true disciples!

Do they even have five true disciples left?”

This time I’ll go up; starting with me, it’s either death or victory, no third option!”

Hou Niao, listening by the side, was somewhat moved; clearly, this was a sword cultivator possessed by the demon, seeking to awaken something through his own death.

A moment later, the outcome was relayed—the position of the Quanzhen Sword Flag was still obscured by the Taiji Flag; Gou Xianchong had failed, but he had also succeeded.

For even though he couldn’t achieve victory, he had certainly achieved death!

When sword cultivators disregard their lives, they possess more ways to ensure mutual destruction than other daoist traditions!

When Hou Niao saw the silence of the other sword cultivators, he knew that this ordinary demon-possessed man had succeeded; subsequently, three more of the Quanzhen Sect’s flag guards died, each defeated in a fight to the bitter end; and finally, the fourth slew that disciple of the Wu Sect with his sword.

Watching their readiness to face death, Hou Niao couldn’t help but question himself internally, wondering if it was really appropriate for him to watch eagerly as though he were just an outsider.

Am I really a sword cultivator now?

Do I identify with this daoist tradition?

In my life, what is indispensable— the sword or the Dao?

After three years of cultivation, he finally reached the point where he had to confront his innermost self.

Could he still use his lowly beginnings as an excuse?

Could he still keep a poker face while his allegiances wavered?

He had come to realize that without resolving this issue, reaching the Upper Realm through cultivation would remain elusive.

The five flag-capturing teams had mostly exhausted their reinforcements; two of the five true disciples from the Jade Capital, Pi Buxiu and Liu Yiyi, had already gone up and temporarily secured the position of the large flag, turning the Taiji Flag into the sword flag of the Quanzhen Sect, though how long they could hold it was anyone’s guess.

Now, it was time for the remaining true disciples to enter the fray; once they went up, the Quanzhen Sect would have no one else to send, leaving the outcome to fate and the performance of the few true disciples.

Uncle Li was unable to control his own irritation; he walked among the disciples, intending to make them understand the weight of the responsibility on their shoulders.

Pating Pei Yue’s shoulder, “Before coming here, you told me your uncle said that the Dragon Slayer Sword of the Pei family is trustworthy?”

Pei Yue smiled coldly, “My uncle never exaggerates.”

Uncle Li nodded, “Then go ahead, take down that Taiji Flag, replace it with our own sword flag, and defend it!”

“As you wish.”

With a bow of his hand, Pei Yue turned and left; although not many disciples from the Wu Sect remained, there were still a dozen or so—each one troublesome—and he was about to face the most formidable enemies of his life, yet he hesitated not, eager to prove his uncle’s words which were the epitome of the Jade Capital’s Pei family— always trustworthy.”

…Diligently treasuring the Dragon Slayer, over oceans and seas, the brightness of the sword is apparent.