Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 270 - 270 269 The Secret of the Spiritual Spring

270: Chapter 269: The Secret of the Spiritual Spring 270: Chapter 269: The Secret of the Spiritual Spring The Painted Skin Soul Ghost laughed heartily, “After fighting for an hour, I’ve pretty much learned all his moves.

The few swords he uses, what’s so hard about that?

Being pushed back by Yu Zhengxing was all part of my plan.

I didn’t want to lose, how could he possibly defeat me?”

So, I sneaked up to Jin City and took his place when he was unawares, started lectures, taught the Dharma, and even became revered as a master by you humans, haha, it’s truly laughable!”

These words of it contained truth and falsehoods, not necessarily meant to deceive as there was no need for that now, but to exaggerate its capabilities and belittle Quanzhen, simply boasting about itself.

After two years, it really got quite bitter, feeling that not voicing these things meant no one could appreciate them, which is why it was now rambling on.

In reality, as Zheng Shixie hiding in Jin City, it was constantly anxious, and it never dared to meet the renowned Quanzhen Sword Cultivators of Jin City, like the trio—You Sunzhi, Gao Jianli, Li Chuping.

It kept as far away from them as possible.

These were the true experts, with powers even beyond that of Yu Zhengxing, and it dared not show itself in their presence.

Even towards ordinary Tongxuan Cultivators, it would avoid meeting them if it could, mingling among the group of disciples was the safest tactic.

Thus came the act of holding lectures, not out of interest but because its situation essentially isolated it from those human Upper Cultivators.

Its initial thought was simple: it hoped to climb the ranks within the Quanzhen Sect using its painted skin abilities, either ascending to the Upper Realm itself or secretly harming a higher-level sword cultivator.

But such thoughts were too naive.

It wasn’t until it arrived in Jin City that it realized impersonating someone came with tremendous risks.

Zheng Shixie’s lack of strength was indeed a fact, but this did not represent the true strength of the Quanzhen Sect.

Inside the sect were many true Sword Cultivators.

The sensitivity of their flying swords left it dumbfounded.

Several times, when it got close to a True Inheritor Sword Cultivator, their swords would automatically sound an alarm, scaring it so far off.

Its peculiarities had already aroused the suspicion of Upper Cultivators, they just hadn’t given it much thought yet.

As time passed, it grew more frightened.

When word came from Mu Shuai’s mansion that they were considering reusing it based on its achievements in teaching disciples, it truly became restless; just daring to appear in front of You Sunzhi would spell certain doom.

It then used its last resort, Marrow Cleansing to shape the body of its painted skin!

To rid itself of the Soul Ghost aura that it could never completely hide.

To accomplish this, it needed the aid of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects, which are exceedingly rare on the Jinxiu Continent.

Where could it purchase such a thing?

But as they say, there’s always a way out for a ghost, and its Wandering Souls brought it news: a Soul Ghost had by chance discovered a spiritual spring of exceptional quality on Chicken Mountain, which belonged to Xionger Town, to its utter delight.

When it hurried over on purpose, it found the Stone Spirit Milk, but as a Soul Ghost, such Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Object inherently possessed spirituality and refused to serve it, rendering all its methods futile.

It could only resort to a host body!

Hence, it orchestrated Xiang Zhiwen to ascend by the Spiritual Spring, lying in wait to seize the opportunity.

Once the Stone Spirit Milk was fully absorbed by Xiang Zhiwen, it could act without fear of rejection.

That was why it appeared here, its plans carefully laid out in advance.

If unsuccessful, other than returning to West Mang Mountain, it had no other options.

But just as it was about to accomplish its great task, an unexpected turn of events caused by helpers brought by Xiang Zhiwen foiled its plans.

With new grudges atop old, how could it possibly spare the two?

Especially that troublemaker Hou Niao.

“Have you all understood?

You should be grateful for my mercy, otherwise you would die in confusion.

But you still have one last chance, regardless of which one of you it is.

If you cooperate with me to obtain the restructured Stone Spirit Milk, I promise not to harm you.

I can’t guarantee success, but there’s a possibility.

We each get what we need, you ascend, I cleanse.

Cultivation is all about weighing risks and rewards.

In the face of the future, the so-called perseverance of you Sword Cultivators is worthless.

Now tell me, what is your choice?”

Xiang Zhiwen stepped forward, “A clear knock!”

There was nothing to discuss.

At this time, deliberating meant one was not a Quanzhen Sword Cultivator.

According to their agreement, once Finger Cicada made a sound, Hou Niao would immediately break away.

Hou Niao didn’t let him but stood shoulder to shoulder.

“Brother, no one can run away.

We have no choice but a desperate battle!

Lagging by two or three levels, I certainly don’t want to be killed from behind!”

Xiang Zhiwen’s eyes were blood-red.

He was the one who brought Hou Niao into this operation, never expecting it to reach this dire strait; death, he was not afraid of, as failing to breakthrough could also lead to the demise of his Daoist Path, but he never thought he would drag his brother into this.

In his decade of cultivation, he had always taken pride in being above reproach toward his fellow disciples.

Now at the end, due to his own carelessness…

He knew that running now would be meaningless and also an insult to Hou Niao.

“We have only one chance with the sword, no second thoughts!

I’ll entangle it, you strike!”

Hou Niao knew his brother was willing to sacrifice his life to bind the enemy.

He understood Xiang Zhiwen’s feelings, a mix of various factors: a hopeless Daoist Path, the end of life, dragging his brother down, so now the only thing he could do was to step forward first!

But there were some things he wasn’t certain of, “Brother, I know what you mean, but we might not be without a chance!”

At this moment, Xiang Zhiwen completely calmed down.

There was nothing that could stop his decision.

From the perspective of life and death, his decision was not wrong.

Any tactical skill was meaningless under the current circumstances.

Other than sacrificing their lives, he couldn’t think of another possibility.

Even if it was trading his life, he only had one chance.

The difference of two or three realms was not negligible.

No more words needed to be said, his heart was as resolute as iron with no hope for his Daoist Path.

With a point of his longsword, he let out a long howl, his body’s inner secrets of the Purple Mansion crumbling inch by inch.

His Purple Mansion had previously been controlled by a Wandering Soul, so the remnants lingered; since the Wandering Soul wanted to use his Spirit Plant of the Purple Mansion mixed with the Stone Spirit Milk to cleanse itself, it obviously wouldn’t use a Fake Soul, so his only chance was to fight for an opportunity to attack through the familiar resonance of the Life Field.

Beyond that, he could not think of any means for a Bridge Connection cultivator without mana to threaten a Demon Core Ghost King.

With the collapse of the Purple Mansion, whether the attack succeeded or not, he was destined to die!

Behind him, Hou Niao felt a heart-wrenching pain, but he couldn’t persuade, stop, or block him!

If he were the one who endangered his friend, he would also choose to die at the forefront!

This was the pride of the sword, and he could not deprive Xiang Zhiwen of his final pride.

Rather than living in disgrace, this was the rightful end of a swordsman.

Following closely, as if pouring his entire life into his longsword, he yelled with a fierce voice, “If the Spiritual Spring has awareness, then sever its source!”

No one knew what he meant by that cry.

The Wandering Soul looked disdainfully at the struggle of the two worms.

Against such an attack, he had a thousand ways to counter.

The Soul Pill began to rotate, ready to instantly kill both men on the spot, but as soon as it started to turn, it felt wrong—the rotation was sluggish, the Soul Power hard to release.

With no time to think, in the blink of an eye, he could only extend both hands.

Relying solely on physical strength, one hand grabbed the sword while the other plunged directly into Xiang Zhiwen’s chest.

But Xiang Zhiwen didn’t avoid it and instead charged directly into the attack.

As his chest was pierced, the momentum of his body’s physical force drove the longsword into the body of the Wandering Soul!

Seeing his life-risking strike succeed, he laughed heartily.

Blood spurted wildly, but it did not affect his satisfaction in the least.