Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 227 - 227 226 Turmoil in Divine City 10

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Hou Niao swung his sword, and a head rolled off.

This man could have been spared or killed, but Hou Niao killed him!

It wasn’t for vengeance—that was too shallow.

This was a change he made to prove his conviction.

He no longer wanted to leave himself any way out, whether proactive or reactive.

Having chosen the sword, if he wanted to continue down the path of the Sword Dao, he could no longer look left or right; there was no turning back.

Holding up the Lonely Sword, not a trace of blood remained on the blade’s edge.

The cold front circulated, and he could feel the joy of the Lonely Sword,

“Are you satisfied with that?

If so, let’s move forward…”

Hou Niao slowly donned his robe, feeling his Heart Realm firmer than ever, as solid as a rock.

…”The Anhe Daoist flag has been taken down by us!”

The few Quanzhen disciples on Lake Heart Island cheered and jumped for joy, aware that reclaiming the flag did not mean it would last.

It could very well be seized back by a Wu Sect True Disciple next time, but that was all inconsequential.

The key was that this success proved that the Wu Sect Daoists were not invincible.

Even the so-called first disciple of the Wu Sect could still fall under the Quanzhen Sword in a one-on-one fight.

And Hou, a mere Outer State disciple of Quanzhen Sect, had achieved this.

Only four Quanzhen disciples remained to guard the flag, and this success held extraordinary significance for them.

It meant that what Hou had achieved, they could achieve as well!

Being a Sword Cultivator required utmost self-confidence to unleash one’s true power.

In their excited, frenzied state, even ordinary disciples could transform into True Disciples in an instant.

Thus, Hou Niao’s change was not just in the color of a flag.

He had boosted the confidence of all Quanzhen disciples; the Wu Sect, by various means, allied with the Buddhist Sect and suppressed the four Demon Sects, and sent True Disciples to strike continuously…

all these actions were intended to suppress the sword courage of Quanzhen.

In all this, Wei Kuiyang’s undefeated streak from start to finish was the cornerstone supporting this suppression.

Saying “fear not” was useless; my Wu Sect’s first disciple triumphing in a hundred battles was the reality.

Without overturning this, how could one dare speak of courage?

Hou Niao revived the sword courage of the Quanzhen disciples!

Pi Buxiu stood tall under the sword flag, a smile crossing his lips.

Which disciple had done this?

Well done!

With such exemplary behavior from his junior, he, as a senior, could not fall behind.

Pei Yue let out a long howl to the sky, sweeping away the gloom in his heart.

Such change made him feel that his efforts were not alone!

Let’s stand together and see how many more Wu Sect True Disciples can be defeated?

Rao Zongzhi laughed heartily.

His stubborn old master had finally come around, proving his own judgment correct; that youngster had been playing dumb at the Sword Mansion outer court, truly hiding his deep potential!

The four Quanzhen disciples on Lake Heart Island clasped hands, filled with confidence at this moment and willing to defend it with their lives.

In the pavilion, three Quanzhen Upper Cultivators celebrated jubilantly,

Teacher Wang produced a flask of wine and drank it in one gulp.

“Who would have thought that an ordinary Outer State disciple could turn the tide of battle?”

Elder Jia incessantly rotated in circles, “Good, good, good!

Fancy running naked?

I will specially grant him permission to enter the hall without restraint from now on!”

Uncle Li laughed heartily towards the sky, “A well-acted sham!

Now that the sham has been propped up, let’s see how long he can sustain it!”

…Unlike the swordsmen’s delight, the atmosphere in another pavilion on the island was not one of delight but of shocked anger.

“This swordsman is exceedingly vicious to have actually slain Wei Kuiyang.

He could have avoided doing so,” an elderly Daoist lamented inexplicably, saddened by the great prospects now utterly ruined.

Another elder Daoist sighed, “The Demon Sect, they always go mad at such times!

We must be careful, from now on, every battle is not about winning or losing, but about survival.”

“In my opinion, we must absolutely prevent them from easily forming a sword core; otherwise, the battles at the other four flag areas will also be extremely bloody.

Even if we win, the losses will be severe and not worth the gain.

It will also be difficult for us to explain to our fellows in the Southeast.

“Wherever we fall, we must rise up from there!

We absolutely cannot lose the flag of Anhe Daoist, it metaphorically signifies whether our actions in Anhe can continue, whether it is an omen granted by heaven?”

“But, let it be so.

Let’s slow down at the other four flag spots and pull out Anhe’s flag first; I perceive among the Quanzhen Sect, there are no more than four disciples capable of fighting, all from their Outer State.

There should be no more hidden cards left.”

The two of them were the hosts for this Southwest Dao Conference from Wu Sect, both in the last layer of the Natural Realm within the Tongtian three realms.

They had an experienced vision and meticulous thinking.

They had nearly harvested the fruits of victory from their arrangements but hadn’t expected Quanzhen Sect to have hidden so deeply.

Besides the five jade capital true inheritors, they had concealed one more master.

At a critical moment, this person was sent out, leaving them somewhat unprepared.

…After resting for an hour, Hou Niao welcomed his second opponent, a figure who gracefully glided across the lake surface.

“Wu Sect’s Dong Fangfei, may I ask your esteemed name?”

“Hou Niao.”

This was a charming and beautiful woman, who, like every female cultivator nurtured under the Daoist system, was polite and dignified; her demeanor was gentle but carried a hint of cold aloofness, and her soft-spoken voice also had an element of rejection keeping others at a great distance.

For some reason, the image of another Daoist woman emerged in Hou Niao’s mind—an equally dignified air but with an underlying passion amidst her frigid exterior, irresistibly drawing one’s closeness, despite the strict rules of the Daoist order, two entirely different personalities under the same system, invoking awe.

As graceful as duckweed, to be selected for this Southwest Dao Conference, each disciple possessed exquisite escape techniques or they were clearly aware that their opponents were Quanzhen sword cultivators, where not being fast was a significant disadvantage.

The woman did not conceal her actions; as she approached, she scattered flowers, reminiscent of a Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers; the petals fluttered in the air but did not fall to the ground, and hidden within the fragrance was a hint of lethal intent.

The Daoist system was such that at each stage, there was a corresponding mainstream battle strategy.

For instance, at the Bridge Connection Realm, merely a step away from Tongxuan, everyone would at least have something akin to a barrier, albeit illusory, using it to change the combat environment for an advantage; the current Dong Fangfei was so, and the previous Wei Kuiyang had been the same, seemingly a patent of the true inheritors of Daoism.

This seemed to be some sort of pseudo-barrier involving both sensing and attacking, not omnipresent like Wei Kuiyang’s washing river sand.

This woman’s petals, not exceeding two hundred, just revolving within a ten-zhang radius beside her—if one entered, the beautiful flowers might turn into deadly weapons.

Since his opponent was approaching actively, Hou Niao naturally had no reason to run away.

Sword cultivators excelled in close combat, how could they shrink back when facing an enemy?

Moreover, he doubted the offensive power of these petals.

When forces are concentrated, they strengthen; when dispersed, they weaken.

With the spiritual power level of a Bridge Connection cultivator being split among two hundred petals, what could possibly remain?

Unless it was a true Aggregation Skill where a strike would merge the power of all petals, sharing a power system across all petals, but such a technique was not something a mere Bridge Connection could master—perhaps not even an Upper Cultivator of Tongxuan could achieve it, likely only possible in the realms above Tongtian.

So, what was she relying on?