Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 301 - 301 300 A lot of reflection

301: Chapter 300 A lot of reflection 301: Chapter 300 A lot of reflection In Poplar Forest, the Daoist scoffed, “Stop playing dead, I know your injuries aren’t serious.

You’ve fooled them, reaped your benefits, and now what are you pretending for?”

The man lying down opened his eyes and casually tucked the Treasure Gourd into his bosom, chuckling,

“Without the Fairy’s guidance, my injuries, big and small, would’ve been dismissed with their lousy elixirs.

I should have shared the gains with the Fairy, but when you’re poor and short of ambition, even your horse is skinny and its coat long…”

The Daoist glared at him, “Decent relations have been turned into a stench of money by you.

Had you asked openly, wouldn’t they have given you what you asked for?”

Hou Niao sighed, “It’s different.

There are no entanglements now, nor will there be in the future.

If I had really spoken up, what if the Bai family asked for my help with their troubles later?

Should I oblige or not?

The merchant’s troubles are endless and never-ending.”

The Daoist was at a loss for words, “Aren’t the troubles your own doing?

Originally, this rescue mission might not have needed to see life or death, but now, even I’m caught up in it.

It’s one thing for you to be bad at fighting, but you just had to play tough!”

Hou Niao gave a wry smile, “Wasn’t that inevitable?

Perhaps there are some things you can’t compromise on; you have to make your stance clear.

Otherwise, do you think they would have backed off easily?”

“Barely into the Upper Realm for a year and you dare to confront three Tongxuan with over a decade of cultivation.

This bad habit of yours needs to be corrected!

Otherwise, you won’t need me to save you in the future.

Just carry a coffin in your gourd.

Sooner or later, you’ll need it!”

Hou Niao looked pained, “Wasn’t that because I was hasty when choosing my cultivation technique?

I picked the most difficult, the Earth Element Escape.

After a year, I’ve only managed to duck in and out of leaves, and if I’m not careful on the actual ground, I might even expose my rear-end.

Fairy, now that I’ve at least reached the Upper Realm, I should have met your initial requirements.

Shouldn’t there be some things you can tell me now?”

The Daoist unhesitatingly reneged, “Did I say that?

Fine, even if I did, with your little ability, you want to go and take revenge for Chong Ling?

Don’t end up captured and give me away.

Just wait a bit longer, wait until you can beat me, then we’ll talk.”

Turning to leave, “I warn you, don’t stay in Poplar Forest.

It won’t be long before Wu Sect cultivators come here looking for clues.

Don’t blame me if I don’t come to save you.”

After the Daoist left, she had many affairs to settle in Liuyang City.

As the resident Daoist of the city, she was entangled in various matters, unlike Hou Niao who would kill someone and not even bury the body.

Like the Bai family’s troubles, there would be many more to come until the relationship was utterly severed.

She needed to be prepared for this.

Once she was gone, Hou Niao staggered to his feet.

It was time for him to leave.

Even if the Daoist hadn’t mentioned it, he would have gone anyway.

His current condition and strength did not allow him to stay here and feign innocence.

The injuries were indeed serious; he had been beaten black and blue by that Wu Sect cultivator, both internal and external wounds.

A one-year Tongxuan Sword Cultivator facing off against a few-decades-old seasoned veteran, he should be thankful that the other party was merely playing a cat-and-mouse game with him.

His premonition had been correct; a Sword Cultivator without a specialty was worthless.

Without long-range security, unable to get close, Divine Sense failing to keep up, Mana unable to endure, he was utterly outclassed, without even a chance to fight back.

If it weren’t for the Daoist arriving at the last moment, he would have really capsized, without a shred of doubt.

Having been saved by the Daoist once before, another time didn’t matter much.

As far as he was concerned, everyone was family, and there was no need for formalities.

Despite the severity of the injuries, with Purple Mansion intact and Dantian undamaged, as long as these two things were fine, cultivators like him wouldn’t be immobilized on the ground like mortals.

Struggling a bit, he could still fly away, albeit at a low altitude.

This was a lesson, a profound one.

For the first time since he began his cultivation, he was beaten senseless.

It was also a good thing, at least it made him realize that he was not special, just one among the millions of ordinary cultivators.

Heaven had not given him the privilege to rise above others.

He found a quiet hill a hundred miles away from Poplar Forest to serve as his temporary healing place.

Wu Sect cultivators might search Poplar Forest for clues, but they certainly wouldn’t be so bold as to chase a killer a hundred miles deep into Shan Country.

He was not short on elixirs; he had some, and the Daoist had given him plenty.

All were genuinely useful, not the so-called Holy Medicine.

This woman had changed, kindling a hope in him, but he couldn’t rush.

He needed to find a better opportunity.

He began the agonizing healing process, starting with the inner injuries and then the external.

Even with his Tongxuan Realm body, basic recovery would need at least half a month, and complete recuperation would take more than a month.

The precise progress depended on how well his Natural Dao Body coordinated with nature.

The healing process was also a time for contemplation.

When close combat wasn’t invincible, he needed to find the right direction for himself, or the same tragedy would repeat, and next time, there wouldn’t be a Fairy descending from the sky to save him.

Lacking in cultivation was a critical issue.

Before raising his cultivation to the average level of Tongxuan, he shouldn’t confront others directly.

The Quanzhen Daoist Record had made this clear early on, but he hadn’t taken it seriously, still immersed in the mindset of when he was a small cultivator, where he’d defeat gods and Buddhas alike.

Now, having experienced it firsthand, the memory was much deeper.

Battles were entering a real cultivation stage, which showcased completely different characteristics from the time below Tongxuan, where he teetered between mortals and cultivators.

One could no longer view fights with the same mentality.

What impacted him the most was that a cultivator specialized in battle must have a unique strength, an overwhelming advantage in some aspect.

That’s what real combat was; the opponent had used their strength to suppress him, resulting in his inability to wield any of his abilities.

He never even had a chance to unsheathe his sword throughout the fight.

Hindered by the opponent’s cunning movements, his Sword Control Technique couldn’t keep up.

His Flying Sword’s range was shorter than the opponent’s Techniques range, and frequent use of Shape-following Sword attachments only got him beaten worse.

This skill required precise timing, not as a primary close-combat tool.

So many things, he realized he was completely useless.

One year was the deadline he had set for himself.

If he hadn’t made progress in his cultivation by now, he would decisively switch paths.

If not for this incident, he might have already started his journey back to Jin City, but this unexpected event added a new variable.

The variable came from those three Earth System treasures.

During the healing period, with nothing but time, the only thing he did was study these three treasures.

He soon discovered that, from the largest chain of shops in the Southwest region, the Bai family had not given him trifles to fool him.

Perhaps treasures like these had never even appeared in Jin City?

This rekindled hope in him.