Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 355 - 355 354 Pirate Attack 2

355: Chapter 354 Pirate Attack 2 355: Chapter 354 Pirate Attack 2 He confirmed once more that a remnant of Primordial Power was present within the demon clam, becoming increasingly evident amidst its relentless struggles.

There was no mistake, it was Primordial Power!

There were many among the Great Cultivation who could harness Primordial Power, but to harm others in such a way and to frequently appear near him, he didn’t believe these were two unrelated matters.

Related to the Wu Sect?

Or perhaps associated with a force from the Da Feng Plain?

Only by understanding Li Shizhong’s past experiences did he realize his own luck, having been taken into the mouth of a redscale immediately after being poisoned by a leech, thereby surviving the most dangerous phase when the Primordial Power erupted.

Of course, this was also related to other factors, such as the mutual support of his Double Dantian, the Purple Mansion Vortex, and even stronger mental self-control.

What was crucial was that the composition of Mana in his body faintly carried the attributes of thunder, which was the most effective restraint against any kind of foreign energy.

The debt of gratitude he owed was tremendous, but he didn’t know if there would ever come a day for repayment.

Upon releasing his grip, the demon clam fell to the sandy bottom of the sea, instantly activating its digging mode and desperately burrowing downward; he wouldn’t harm it, nor would he remove that trace of Primordial Power;

Life always finds its own way to cope, he had found his, and this giant clam had found its own.

Should he actually help it by removing the power, it might turn out to be more harmful than helpful.

No sooner had he surfaced than he sensed that something was amiss on the ocean’s surface.

Rising to his feet, he looked out to see a large ship capsized in the distance, with broken rigging and shattered masts drifting about, and many mortals clinging to planks of wood, adrift in the towering waves.

The sea conditions around Sangmu Island had been poor in recent days.

Underwater, his perception was limited, but upon surfacing, he met monstrous waves, indicating a hurricane had passed.

Sea disasters are an unavoidable trial for those who make their living on the ocean.

For cultivators, it is an inescapable duty, particularly for those stationed on the island.

Hou Niao glided on his Flying Sword like a dart, circling the sunken ship, realizing that the capsizing had occurred not far from Sangmu Island.

However, the direction of the ocean current was not towards Sangmu Island.

Even the strongest swimmers would struggle to reach the shore in these conditions.

It was still unclear whether it was a merchant ship or a passenger vessel, but the number of people in the water wasn’t large; about a dozen spread across tens of miles, making rescue no easy feat.

He had never been one to stand idly by in the face of trouble.

With a flicker, his Flying Sword shot forward, heading straight for the person nearest to him!

That person was sprawled on a wooden plank, face towards the sea, back to the sky, oblivious to the commotion above.

They only felt a pain in their thigh, as the Flying Sword pierced through, almost as if they had been bitten by something in the water.

Hou Niao swiftly descended, scooping up the person with one hand and promptly sealing the acupoints on their thigh, before placing them on a protruding coral reef nearby.

Rising into the air once more, he continued towards the next person, again leading with his Flying Sword.

Before any rescue, everyone would first have to endure his sword!

On the tumultuous sea, with towering waves, the stranded people could not maintain sight of one another.

No one could see anyone else and had no idea that their saviors were actually stabbing them with little swords.

A stab first—if not a cultivator, then save!

His rationale was simple, he didn’t need their gratitude or indebtedness.

Saving their life and giving them an inconsequential stab with his sword canceled each other out—nobody owed anyone anything, and no one had to be grateful or feel any hatred!

Upon approaching the third person, when the Flying Sword was still more than a dozen yards away, the person could no longer keep calm.

Even though they were still determined, even though they could stop themselves from using a Magic Artifact, from throwing a Talisman, from deploying a Shield, the accumulation of their Inner Secret within their body was inevitable.

This was to prepare for the worst-case scenario!

By the time the Flying Sword was only a few yards away, no one could stay calm any longer.

Cursing,

“This demon spawn is truly ruthless!”

Magic Artifact, Talisman, Shield—all out!

Unfortunately, a force of thunderous vibration arrived first, rendering all his preparations useless.

The next moment, the Flying Sword pierced through his body, and the bizarre force of the Primordial Magnetic made his mana uncontrollably collapse.

From beginning to end, he was unable to display the slightest bit of his abilities.

To disguise oneself as a mortal only to end up dead, that’s quite the oddity!

Hou Niao’s expression remained unchanged; this was within his expectations.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that a maritime disaster occurred just as he surfaced?

It was nothing more than an attempt to lure him close for a surprise attack.

In this regard, whether it was the Daoist Sect or the Loose Cultivators, they had plenty of bizarre and varied methods.

These people, to make their disguise as mortals more convincing, would transform themselves into one or a few of the drowning mortals, daring not to reveal the slightest hint of their aura, not even using their Divine Sense, all out of fear he would notice them.

Unfortunately, someone with years of experience hunting criminals in the marketplaces was all too familiar with this tactic.

The best response in such a situation was to play the role of a demon, merciless and killing on a whim—it was most convenient.

In his view, those who could come up with such a method and use mortals on a ship as cover, under the light of day, the Wu Sect would probably not dare to do it.

The only ones who would dare to act without regard were those true pirates who roamed the four seas as their home.

But such a strategy had its flaws, namely, their inability to assist each other.

With no use of Divine Sense and limited vision, the towering waves over dozens of miles made it impossible for them to see what was happening in the distance.

Ultimately, they had not expected someone to dare to use a Flying Sword against mortals as a way to distinguish between Mortal Cultivation; if it was a mortal, then rescue; if it was a Cultivator, then what were you pretending for, sprawled on the deck?

No Cultivator could escape such a probe; it wasn’t something one could just endure!

In the following probes, two more Cultivators were found, with the same process and the same result.

That’s the outcome of being cunning; had they rushed him together, they might not have been able to fight, but at least they wouldn’t have been completely wiped out.

However, pirates inherently carry a fear of the famous schools and the Cultivators of renowned sects, and the more they fear, the more tragic the outcome.

Now, there was only one last man overboard left, to be precise, two—a woman holding a child.

Without even blinking, Hou Niao’s Flying Sword shot downward, intending to pierce both in one strike to verify Mortal Cultivation.

However, he underestimated the selfless love of a human mother for her child; at the last moment, the woman drew back her hand holding the child, narrowly allowing the child to escape the piercing strike of the Flying Sword while completely disregarding the gaping hole blown through her own body.

The woman noticed the Cultivator suspended in midair, glaring angrily, she shouted, “Villain!

Why do you strike at mortals?

You don’t even spare an infant in swaddling clothes?”

Hou Niao’s eyes were cold and ruthless, the Flying Sword circled in the air, his next slash even more ferocious, as if he faced an enemy in life and death!

“One person, one sword, no one will escape!”

The woman’s eyes were about to split with rage; in her grief and indignation, she firmly shielded the infant within her embrace, ready to give up her own life to ensure the baby’s survival.

With an adult’s embrace, she could completely cover the infant; lying like that on the deck, it was impossible for the Flying Sword to hit the baby without first piercing through her body.

But still, the Flying Sword didn’t hesitate at all, chopping straight down!

…Iron Chain Pass hides five hundred dragons, the Hand Sword plays creating Divine Skills.

To discern demons, one needs Vajra Eye; don’t assume the turtle lies within the fish.