Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 225 - 225 224 Divine City Turmoil 8

225: Chapter 224 Divine City Turmoil 8 225: Chapter 224 Divine City Turmoil 8 Uncle Li turned to Yan Xisheng, “Xisheng, both of your assistants have been defeated by Wei Kuiyang, and even the repeated assaults of the Anhe Daoist couldn’t touch him.

We also know that Wei Kuiyang is the strongest among this generation of disciples in the Wu Sect.

Are you afraid?”

Yan Xisheng remained calm, “Disciple’s courage has never wavered.”

Uncle Li nodded in satisfaction, “Don’t count on the Anhe Daoist Sect, their will to resist isn’t in Divine City but lies within their various Dao Mansions.

Just a few days before we arrived, there was a serious dispute within the Divine City Anhe Daoist Sect.

A few Daoists from the outer mansions and those from Divine City clashed over matters concerning the Wu Sect, and a Daoist named Chong Ling died in front of the Anhe ancestors to demonstrate his resolution, intending to awaken the spirit of independence among his fellow sect members…”

Unfortunately, his death seems to have awakened nothing, and the Anhe Daoist Sect still looks half asleep, merely going through the motions as if it’s an honor to be occupied by another country instead of a shame!

So, prepare for a battle alone.

We have no more manpower to support you.”

Yan Xisheng slowly drew his longsword, “Uncle, rest assured, I am well aware of what the Anhe Daoist flag means to our Quanzhen Sect, and if we can’t even seize this flag, how can we talk about protecting the Anhe Daoist Sect from the Wu Sect’s bullying?”

Watching him leave, Uncle Li’s face showed a mixture of emotions.

When he turned back to look at Rao Zongzhi and the others, his expression was rather unfriendly,

“What now?

Every other group has just one person left, but your group still has two?

Still able to keep your cool?

If I’m not blind, the flag that belongs to your group is the Taiji Flag, isn’t it?”

Rao Zongzhi uncharacteristically grinned playfully, “Master, I’m on my way!

I promise not to let you down.”

Uncle Li grew even more displeased, “And your assistant?

Why isn’t he going?

Or is he waiting to clean up your mess?”

Rao Zongzhi smiled mysteriously, “Master, I don’t need anyone to wipe my ass!

But this brother Hou is quite extraordinary.

I’ve kept him here for you, giving you an option should things go south.”

With that, he left without looking back.

Uncle Li sensed his apprentice’s implied message but couldn’t believe that a top disciple from the Da Feng Plain could possess such unimaginable strength.

Their so-called elder brother Luo Linwang was decent, surviving three rounds, but that was it.

Snorting, he ignored Hou Niao and left of his own accord; the die was cast—now to wait and see the outcome.

…Hou Niao felt utterly listless, his mind a complete mess!

Chong Ling Daoist is dead?

How is that possible!

He was still waiting for that old Daoist to help him get back into the Anhe Daoist Sect.

Now what, has his hiding turned into a dead end?

But he knew Uncle Li wouldn’t lie to him about this, with the information coming from the Sikong Mansion, and no one knew of his connection with Chong Ling Daoist—after all, there was no power to read minds…

A pang of searing, unforgettable pain hit him!

Chong Ling Daoist wasn’t his kin, strictly speaking, just another crafty old man who pushed him towards the fire pit for the sake of Daoist benefits.

He owed him nothing.

Yet, the old Daoist was indeed someone significant to him, a guide, a benefactor, almost a master.

He had procured the most suitable secret technique for him from the Anhe Daoist Sect and had never coerced him!

Instead, he had been deceiving the old man, trying to carve out his own path in cultivation while trying to straddle both sides of the fence.

And now he’s just gone?

Had he become an eternal outsider to the Anhe Daoist Sect?

Unbearable!

He struggled to calm himself down, knowing that in the current environment, his state could be fatal.

If he couldn’t calm down, he might end up in the Underworld, meeting the old Daoist – something the old Daoist definitely wouldn’t want.

To die to make a point?

He couldn’t understand why the old Daoist would do such a thing?

If he couldn’t stay here, there were other places to go after all.

He could leave the Anhe Daoist Sect!

The old Daoist was his contact in the Daoist Sect, and he could also be the old Daoist’s contact at the Quanzhen Sect.

It was possible to operate openly; why cling to one place as if tying oneself to a tree?

In his memory, Chong Ling wasn’t such an extreme person.

But the old Daoist was indeed a man of few words.

Perhaps it was in the nature of such people to be stubbornly fixated?

Hou Niao gradually calmed down, his gaze turning cold and hard.

The number of people in the world worth caring about had decreased yet again, and only now, upon losing, did he fully understand what it meant to him.

He was so old and yet so stubborn, but if this was what the old Daoist was determined to achieve, then he would help him accomplish it!

At that moment, both the Wu Sect and the Anhe Daoist Sect faded completely from his sight.

If he couldn’t have them, then damn it, he would destroy them!

Hou Niao finally took a crucial step on the path of demonic cultivation.

…The surrounding shouts were no longer as loud as before, not because the battle had eased, but because there were fewer people.

Now, the disciples remaining on Lake Heart Island, aside from the two groups from the Buddhist Sect and a hundred from the Taihao Sect combined, only five or six were left from the Quanzhen Sect.

Those from the Wu Sect barely numbered more than ten; these were the final contestants.

But there was a difference in their ranks.

The remaining members of the Quanzhen Sect were not true inheritors but elites from various states; while almost all from the Wu Sect were true inheritors.

The scales of victory began to tip, and it was hard to reverse.

The results from a few true inheritors quickly came in; Pei Yue and Rao Zongzhi fulfilled their mission and replaced the Taiji flags with sword flags; however, Yan Xisheng disappointed greatly, losing again to Wei Kuiyang, the top disciple of the Wu Sect.

What was worse, another true inheritor, Liu Yiyi, had also lost.

After successively defeating four Daoists from the Wu Sect, including one true inheritor, she still unfortunately lost.

The fault wasn’t hers; it was due to the Quanzhen Sect’s lack of depth!

Even worse, the main flag of the Quanzhen Sect was now in the hands of the Wu Sect, with five remaining Quanzhen disciples continuously attempting to break through.

The situation suddenly tilted towards the Wu Sect, unexpectedly yet reasonably.

Uncle Li was somewhat depressed.

He had a premonition of defeat but had never imagined losing so miserably.

The flag from the Anhe Daoist Sect was definitely irretrievable, their own sword flag was likely doomed too, and with eleven true disciples left, the opponent could simply wear down the remaining Quanzhen elite disciples;

What else?

Pi Buxiu, Pei Yue, and Rao Zongzhi were bound to face a fierce counterattack from the Wu Sect.

How much longer could they hold out?

How many Daoist true disciples?

Their chances were already equally matched; where could any guarantee of victory come from?

Elder Wang tried to comfort him, “Junior Brother, don’t blame yourself too much.

This isn’t your fault.

Who knew they would actually invite true inheritors from the Southeast Daoist Sect?

It was a collective misjudgment by the sect, not an individual’s fault.”

Elder Jia, rarely siding with everyone else, also didn’t want to take the blame, “Yes, there were the two groups from the Buddhist Sect and the Taihao Sect watching the tiger fight from the mountain, effectively depriving us of our alliance advantage.

Sikong Mansion not foreseeing this scenario is indeed a dereliction of duty.

Do what humans can do, and leave the rest to fate.”

Uncle Li was still unwilling, a gambler would not give up any chance for a turnaround, no matter how unreliable,

“Where is Hou Niao?”