Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 228 - 228 227 Turmoil in Divine City 11

228: Chapter 227: Turmoil in Divine City 11 228: Chapter 227: Turmoil in Divine City 11 Dong Fangfei paced slowly, but her wariness towards the sword cultivators didn’t relax in the slightest.

She was well aware of Elder Wei’s abilities, who had been slain in the blink of an eye during an exchange, indicating that this sword cultivator’s burst of power was terrifying.

As she moved closer, her escape skill became more elusive—seen in front and followed in the rear, fluttering uncertainly with flowers swirling around her.

It was less like combat and more like dancing.

Amidst her fleeting movements, her delicate fingers twisted slightly, releasing one technique after another: Wood Thorns, Green Vines, and Giant Wood Skill.

These manifested diversely at her fingertips; specializing in the wood system, she had a particular expertise in wood system spells.

However, these techniques weren’t solely a testament to her abilities but also due to a wood system spiritual treasure she carried, the Heart of Green Core.

Spiritual treasures are a level higher than spiritual artifacts, comparable in power to lower-grade magic artifacts, yet they could be used by cultivators below the Tongxuan rank—a rare find indeed.

This also signified the depth of the Daoist Sect’s heritage, as very few among the Demon Sect cultivators possessed such treasures.

Dong Fangfei was relentless in her attacking, while Hou Niao stood stable as Mount Tai, easily neutralizing these wood system techniques as they approached.

He could either intercept them head-on, sever their spiritual sources, or redirect their harm.

Having battled numerous Dao soul bodies in the Soul Realm, he had encountered countless bizarre and unique techniques and had long established his own complete defensive system.

Could any novelty from his opponents exceed those old souls of the Soul Realm?

As long as the power of the techniques didn’t exceed a certain threshold, he could keep neutralizing them indefinitely.

Both being cultivators of the Bridge Connection Realm, how could their power possibly see a fundamental increase?

As Dong Fangfei launched continuous Wood Thorns, Hou Niao’s wrist flickered slightly, cleaving the incoming thorns with his longsword, vanishing them into thin air.

Even when Green Vines twisted around, he stomped them back into the ground the moment they sprouted, his judgement of technique interaction point much more precise than other sword cultivators, also a result of experience and the Hesitation Skill.

When the Giant Wood came crashing down, he did not recklessly shift his position but leaned on the back of his sword, guiding and redirecting, then severing its spiritual source.

The combat between the two completely overturned the usual battle dynamics between magic cultivation and sword cultivation, with the magic cultivator attacking and the sword cultivator defending.

Dong Fangfei realized that her usual wood system methods made no impact on the sword cultivator, not even forcing him to dodge, showing his extraordinary understanding of techniques.

She chuckled, “Elder Brother Hou is truly skilled, your little sister is running out of tricks.”

Hou Niao remained impassive, “Not necessarily, right?

Why not sweep the path and fully display your blossoms?”

A flash of sternness crossed Dong Fangfei’s eyes—this sword cultivator was disrespectful, even daring to tease her!

But she quickly realized that it was her opponent intentionally provoking her to be flustered, and upon her reckless advance, she would likely face an onslaught.

Those two hundred blossoms were her trump card, seemingly harmless yet secretly perilous; yet this slippery sword cultivator simply refused to enter her flower ring.

So, should she take the initiative to close in?

A flower blossom attack would surely be effective, but she would also face immense risk.

Against such an opponent, she wouldn’t normally risk testing his limits in a casual fight, but now she was compelled by her dire circumstances.

Both Quanzhen and Wu Sect could afford no loss.

Still drifting around, she secretly prepared her spells.

However, her confidence slowly dissolved in his seemingly mocking demeanor, knowing she already lost in the contest of wills.

If she didn’t act soon, she feared she would even lose the courage to do so.

This Sword Cultivator had a terrifying temperament, and her initial harassment hadn’t affected her opponent at all; instead, it had drawn her into a rhythm of self-doubt.

With a crisp shout, her figure suddenly advanced and retreated, instantly completing her spell—the Grass Connection Skill.

Under the Sword Cultivator’s feet, Bitter Resilient Grass suddenly sprouted over an area of several zhang, making it impossible for the opponent to avoid or step away completely.

This technique also taxed her greatly, only succeeding because of the Wood System traces left by the continuous use of the Green Vine Technique earlier; the Bitter Resilient Grass might not grow longer than a foot, but it was incredibly tough, and its abundance made things even more difficult.

Once a cultivator was entangled, escaping quickly would be challenging.

The Grass Connection Skill successfully unleashed, and at the same time, countless flowers fell towards the Sword Cultivator—it was a combination attack sequence.

First, bind the feet, then drop the flowers, and finally, depending on the situation, deliver a destructive blow.

Her plan was proceeding smoothly, so smoothly that she could hardly believe it herself, and because of the doubt in her heart, she didn’t advance as deeply as she typically would.

Her real deadly move was the minor Forbidden Technique, Wood Stealing Skill, which required her to be within three zhang of the target.

However, due to the lingering worries in her mind, this time she maintained a distance of five zhang just in case something went awry, allowing herself some space to react.

As the flowers fell, the scene changed again—each flower’s pistil unleashed a bee, and two hundred bees dropped down, nearly covering the Sword Cultivator’s body.

Under such bee venom, a few stings could cause mortals severe convulsions; even cultivators with higher resistance couldn’t withstand dozens, and two hundred might only be bearable by cultivators in the Tongtian Realm.

Grass Connection Skill, pistil bee swarm, close-in Wood Stealing—since she had mastered this combination, no one had escaped it; but for some reason, despite the battle going smoothly in the initial phase, her unease only grew.

Was she being overly cautious, seeing a bow in every shadow?

Just then, as if caught off guard by an unexpected blow, the Sword Cultivator squinted her eyes and thrust her toes into the ground, plowing through the earth like a plow.

The Bitter Resilient Grass was indeed tough, nourished by the earth, and Hou Niao plowing through not only tore out the grass but also proved an effective counter.

Although slower than normal, wasn’t the distance of five zhang not too far?

Dong Fangfei was startled.

She wasn’t surprised her opponent could break through her Grass Connection Skill under such circumstances, but she couldn’t understand why two hundred bee stings couldn’t completely paralyze this person?

There wasn’t time to think—she frantically retreated while unfolding the Puppet Talisman she had prepared…

With a flash of sword light, the surrogate puppet was reduced to smoke and ashes.

Dong Fangfei could almost feel a chill slicing down from her chest to her abdomen, and further…

Her caution had saved her life.

Had she not been vigilantly maintaining an additional two zhang distance, had she not prepared the surrogate puppet, she might now be a cold corpse underground!

That sword light was unstoppable, whether it was her spiritual artifacts or her Protective Qi, all seemed as fragile as tissue paper against it, and she could sense the presence of Sword Intent.

As she desperately leaped back, Hou Niao pulled out a Spiritual Beast Bag, sweeping it in front of him, and two hundred bees, not one less, all flew into it.

“This thing isn’t bad, can be used to make wine when I get back, I’ve heard it’s good for nourishing yin and yang, promoting longevity and health.”

Dong Fangfei felt as though her heart was bleeding—those two hundred bees, which she had gathered with great effort, were now all taken, not even a few left for breeding.

“I’ve lost!

If you could return the swarm, Fangfei is willing to do anything.”