Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 336 - 336 335 The Secret of Blue Mountain 4

336: Chapter 335 The Secret of Blue Mountain 4 336: Chapter 335 The Secret of Blue Mountain 4 …Hou Niao was hoisted up because he committed theft!

To the Goddesses, these men were mere possessions that could be gifted away; they didn’t care.

However, if you were caught indulging with another Goddess before the handover, that was a grave sin.

The higher the rank, the more this held true, and the stricter the rules were.

For a man of the West Temple, to have indulged with an Eastern Goddess after the Heavenly Sacrament ceremony—of course, the Goddess was not to blame, but rather it was he, a Divine Servant, who bore the guilt.

Being suspended was merely for show, a warning to others—the real punishment was yet to come.

Three days later, a famished Hou Niao was carried and thrown between Yuan Magnetic Mountain, tied to a large Shi Zhu.

This was the Goddesses’ punishment for a Divine Servant who rode both sides of the fence and failed to abide by the rules; regardless of how hard he worked to patch leaking roofs, pleading with pillow talk was of no use.

The rules had been laid out clear as day the moment he set foot in the West Temple—it was made perfectly clear that should he transgress again, there would be no leniency, serving as a lesson to other Divine Servants as well.

Turning one’s back ruthlessly, such was the way those above contemplated.

For a Divine Servant in his position, with countless replacements waiting in the wings, what difference did his absence make?

Tied here, the lack of water and food was the least of his worries—the main issue was the constant thunder and lightning between the two Divine Mountains, with thunderbolts striking relentlessly.

Anything protruding was at risk of being struck, evident from the blackened surface of the Shi Zhu.

This was the mode of punishment by the Goddesses.

After he was bound, everyone left, none casting him a second glance.

His former favor with them faded like a fleeting cloud—it was the plight of a mud digger.

In such an environment, nobody could last three days.

Hou Niao opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips; he had to do it, not for the sheer pleasure but since the first time he repaired the abode of a female chieftain, he realized these Goddesses genuinely possessed a certain ability—they were not as weak and delicate as they seemed.

Indeed, how could a matrilineal society endure for so long without something to restrain male strength?

He was not sure of the source of the Goddesses’ abilities—possibly their mysterious faith?

But one thing was clear, relying on his limited martial prowess to do as he pleased here was simply out of the question.

He felt a bit relieved that after arriving on shore, he chose to fully integrate with the locals instead of behaving recklessly.

Otherwise, in a place where the others had superpowers while his were inhibited, he would certainly be facing a dead end.

He could only follow their rules, which was why he had never dared to act out, working earnestly all this time; naturally, setting all that aside, the work itself was quite enjoyable and suited his preferences.

Of course, he was aware of the Divine Temple’s rules.

It was precisely seeing such punishment that fueled his impulsive risk-taking.

The rest was simple—how to provoke seemed to come naturally, no need for instruction.

He felt quite adept in that regard.

Making a slight movement with his arms and legs, he found himself firmly tied.

But if he were to forcefully activate the Mana within his body, he could still escape; this was his final preparation, hoping to avoid resorting to it, otherwise he wouldn’t need the Goddesses to hunt him down—merely the depletion of his Primordial Energy would be enough to claim his life.

Above his head, there were no thunderclouds, yet thunder and lightning were incessant, never pausing for a moment.

He had realized that the thunder here might differ from that in the Thunder Triangle.

Both might be natural forces, but there was a huge difference—one was caused by densely packed thunderclouds, the other by the interaction between the two Divine Mountains.

Yes, could these two mountains be the legendary Yuan Magnetic Mountain?

The relationship between magnetism and electricity was beyond Hou Niao’s complete comprehension at the time; he knew, however, that the location was imbued with natural thunderous force, which was why he came here.

If such force could suppress his injuries, then it might have the potential to fully resolve his underlying issues, or so he thought, and it was what the Cultivation Creatures did by instinct.

Great instinct—life always finds a way to carry on.

Between the two mountains, there wasn’t just the ceaseless thunder and lightning, large and small; there was also an enigmatic Primordial Magnetic Force pervading the area, creating an exceedingly complex electro-magnetic space.

This electro-magnetic force, as it spread outward, exerted a suppression on the mana of Cultivators, making an impact even hundreds of miles away from the island, let alone within it, extending to the degree of affecting Life Power.

His current location was precisely between the two mountains, where the electro-magnetic force was strongest and most balanced.

Frankly speaking, thanks to the Goddesses placing him right at the center between the two Divine Mountains, if he had been positioned even slightly off, with his current level of Mana, he wouldn’t dare to rashly employ his Inner Secret—probably would have been swept away by the first wave that hit him.

But now, it seemed like he could seek a balance between the two Divine Mountains?

He calmed his mind, striving to find that mysterious force in the space.

Given the gap in understanding, he was unable to gauge the essence of the force on a deeper level, but that didn’t prevent him from attempting to resonate with that power and the Mana within his body.

The goal of resonance was to use oscillation to eliminate the Primordial Power the leeches had injected into his body and thereby heal himself.

Was it the Primordial Magnetic Force?

Or was it the power of thunder?

Or perhaps a combination of both?

Or maybe they were one and the same, but with different external manifestations?

No answer.

Having come this far, he didn’t know whether this operation would affect his future Cultivation, but he had to give it a try.

Since he couldn’t release his Flying Sword, he had no choice but to directly force the activation of the Three Night Thunder Skill within him.

Upon doing so, he immediately felt the leeches’ Primordial Energy roaring tumultuously in his Dantian, his Purple Mansion, his meridians, and everywhere Mana resided within him.

Then, the force of the Primordial Magnetic Thunderbolt began to oscillate, exerting its influence throughout all of his Inner Secrets, including his muscles, which started quivering as if he were shivering violently.

In the distance, two Goddesses tasked with watching over him observed this scene, one of them pursed her lips,

“At this rate, he won’t last a few hours; such a pity for a good specimen, such an odd race, I haven’t even had a try yet.”

The other agreed wholeheartedly, “It’s his own fault for courting death, going behind everyone’s back with who he chose.

Didn’t he know?

In the Divine Temple, one can take liberties with anyone but never attempt to find balance between the two Goddesses?

I’ve heard he’s quite adept, vigorous, with lots of variety and stamina, but the problem lies in his foolishness, digging his grave and jumping right into it, and no one else is to blame.”

“Let’s go have a drink and rest for a bit.

This accursed place is too dangerous—I feel like my Witch Power is about to disperse just from walking in.

In a few hours, we’ll come back to collect his corpse.

Don’t forget to bring a bottle of wine.

I hear that stuff is great for medicinal brews.”