Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 334 - 334 333 The Secret of Blue Mountain 2

334: Chapter 333 The Secret of Blue Mountain 2 334: Chapter 333 The Secret of Blue Mountain 2 Standing on the mountain top, the sun had also risen, and Hou Niao let out a breath of air — he saw signs of human habitation.

He needed to make contact with the locals here, at the very least to find out where this was.

How far was it from the continent?

Were there any special places nearby?

Chi Rui has been leading him around for dozens of days, but some of that time was spent eating, not Chi Rui’s mother, but her offspring, who, during their growth period, required a large amount of food daily.

Therefore, he couldn’t determine his current location through time and speed.

Moreover, during this time, his main focus had been on healing, leaving no time to pay attention to the external environment.

As he descended the mountain, he tried to appear as non-threatening as possible, hiding his stick inside the wide sleeves of his robe; in unfamiliar places, the first rule was not to conflict with the locals.

He had just stepped out not far when he suddenly stopped, hands outspread to signal no harm intended; he tried to smile naturally, trying not to react excessively…

Then, from behind trees, from ditches, from the bushes, leaped out five or six people wearing simple grass skirts.

Some aimed bows and arrows at him, some were eager to thrust their spears, and others held blowpipes to their lips.

But these could not offset his surprise, for these locals were all a stark blue!

Were these the Blue Blood people?

Hou Niao, in Anhe Country and Shan Country, had only encountered normal Jinxiu people who looked no different in physical appearance; but it wasn’t until he arrived at Linhai Mirage City that he had the fortune to see a variety of human races.

Like extremely dark, extremely pale, unusually short, or those with long tails — all sorts that made him aware of the diversity among the people of Jinxiu Continent.

But he had never seen ones that were especially blue; neither had he come across similar records when reading the history of the Continent, or perhaps, his knowledge wasn’t extensive enough?

He maintained a compliant demeanor, non-resisting, and took everything that came his way.

His face almost hardened into a permanent smile, and he did not dare to relax even once; because amidst the locals’ clamor and his own basic shouts, he discovered an awkward fact: they spoke different languages.

Cultivators never worried about language barriers, for once their neural pathways were activated, their learning capacities were terrifying.

To master basic everyday conversations in a new language took only a few days, provided there was an adequate language environment.

His sufficiently compliant attitude didn’t lead the situation to an uncontrollable state; he was escorted with a long spear to a gathering place a few miles away.

Unavoidably, this drew more curious eyes.

Just as he found their skin color peculiar, they found him equally curious.

It was bothersome because he couldn’t communicate with these people through gestures or body language either; the languages were completely incompatible.

Moreover, given the primitive living conditions of the locals, he estimated that their civilization probably hadn’t reached the stage of developing writing.

It was incredible for him that such places still existed on the Jinxiu Continent, which had been in existence for tens of thousands of years.

But he soon came to terms with it, imagining that because of the barrier of the sea and the complex, perilous maritime environment, ordinary merchant ships couldn’t reach here; cultivators couldn’t fly here either as they would fall into the sea when mana became difficult to control upon approaching this place.

When cultivators encountered such situations at sea, their first reaction was to turn around and leave, not to swim across.

The absence of external cultural transmission meant that it was normal for an ancient clan tribal culture to be maintained here.

The tribal nature of the place meant the locals might be barbaric but also straightforward, lacking cunning convolutions.

They gave him food and arranged a straw hut for his accommodation, but they did not allow him free movement, always having two individuals looking like tribal warriors following him.

Hou Niao cooperated as much as possible, reminding himself from the moment he stepped on this land not to consider himself superior; the only difference between him and them was the place where they were born.

Perhaps his living environment was more comfortable, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was happier than the people here.

The Blue Mountain people danced every day, around the bonfire, performing primitive dances that mimicked various animals, releasing their excess energy.

Hou Niao chose to join their dance circle, unconcerned whether his moves were accurate, even if clumsy, no Blue Mountain person would laugh at him; on the contrary, there were always enthusiastic individuals willing to correct his dance, and through shared dancing, relations became harmonious.

This was a show of respect for Blue Mountain culture, the best way to express goodwill; whether the dance was graceful or not didn’t matter.

Hou Niao thought their dances might be too simple, barbaric, and full of desire.

Conversely, if one day Blue Mountain people saw the dances of so-called civilized people, they might find them too pretentious, too scared to express their desires — what was the point of dancing?

This was a matriarchal society, hence, the women were the ones who egged on and watched, while it was the men who danced.

This was the only aspect Hou Niao found somewhat difficult to accept, as the focus of the dance was essentially to strut and flirt, showing off one’s male traits in various ways, which was a bit challenging.

Hou Niao could flawlessly imitate the movements, but what was crucial in this matter was that indescribable… essence; therefore, in the eyes of the Blue Mountain people, he danced very poorly.

So be it if he danced poorly.

He was afraid of being favored by the women of Blue Mountain; some aesthetic preferences, like color, couldn’t be changed.

He, accustomed to paler skin, really couldn’t handle a body that was all blue, as if covered in poison.

Thus, in the nightly post-dinner dancing activities, Hou Niao successfully reduced his two watchful warriors to one and eventually none, finally regaining his freedom.

He knew these guileless locals had no hidden tricks; no surveillance meant just that, and there was nothing sinister behind it, but he didn’t leave.

Where could he go?

If he didn’t want to conflict with the locals, changing places or tribes meant he would have to go through all this all over again.

Why bother?

So he continued to stay in the small tribe, starting to join the men in hunting; in this, he displayed his unmatched skills, earning the respect of the warriors and also gaining a spear exclusive to him.

From then on, he was truly accepted as one of their own, owning his own hut and naturally receiving his share of the hunt.

Reaching this stage had taken him a month since he landed.

Here, he made friends and also encountered the occasionally possessive and aggressive glances from others, which startled him, a man usually fearless of heaven and earth.

He had to hasten his pace, otherwise, being considered one of the tribe’s own could also become a trouble.