Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 365 - 365 364 Sowing Discord

365: Chapter 364: Sowing Discord 365: Chapter 364: Sowing Discord Six cultivators from Bamboo Island met in the air, unsure of how to deal with such a situation.

The travel group was an oddity over the Lizhi Sea, their dynamic could not be described in terms of power hierarchy; essentially, they were just a ragtag bunch.

But their backing was solid!

Almost each one had a powerful support, even though they were miles away from Lihai.

This was a group that could not be bought, acting solely on whims, and were very hard to control.

She could not regard these people as real backers because, although they might act impulsively once, they would inevitably leave after the conflict, leaving those like her, who were rooted to Bamboo Island, in a dilemma.

But she could not ignore their presence either because their actions were erratic and capricious, possibly starting a fight over a beautiful travel companion on a whim.

All three parties noticed each other and began to approach rapidly, a dangerous omen!

…Old Peng just felt his head buzzing!

How could they encounter pirates?

And not just any pirates, but the infamous Cang Pirates of Lizhi Sea?

But as an old sea cultivator who had spent most of his life at sea, he was not unaware of the entanglements between pirates and Bamboo Island; such matters had long been known, with no secrets to hide.

Upon seeing that black pirate flag, his first reaction was to turn around and change course!

There was no helping it; he knew too well the caliber of the group he was leading.

Everyone had high opinions of themselves but low skills, treating the sea as a proving ground for slaughter, thinking they could take and seize at will with their abilities.

Possibly in several years or decades, they might have such capabilities, but certainly not now; they were just novices who had just learned to fly and were now trying to fight the storms?

The so-called Conquest Team was actually just to amuse these overgrown fellows, casually finding a sea den to hunt a few isolated members of the Sea Clan; or perhaps, to trap a few miserably mixed scattered robbers?

Sometimes they even had to pay someone to play pirates, just to earn these novices’ Spirit Stones, since they couldn’t tell the difference anyway.

Real pirates, no guide dared to lead people to encircle them, not to mention the danger, the team members would enjoy themselves and then leave, could he still pursue this career afterwards?

Unexpectedly, he and Old Cai, acting on a whim, privately altered the itinerary, hoping to earn extra Spirit Stones through the spark of collision between the two travel groups, but he suddenly found himself in a peril, facing real pirate activities!

As the leader of the formation, upon seeing the Black Shark Flag, he began to make a turning maneuver, but if he could see it, so could the members of the travel group behind him!

There were troublemakers who loudly questioned, “Why avoid them?

We’re all part of a travel group, isn’t it discriminatory to distinguish between us?”

They were new to the Lizhi Sea, not quite understanding what the black flag signified; they thought it was just like the Red Kestrel or White Falcon, merely a symbol of another travel group.

The crowd grew noisy, seeing Bamboo Island right beneath them yet the guide was leading them away; how was this tolerable?

Old Peng was so anxious that sweat dripped down; it had been many years since he had been so nervous, and the key issue was that he couldn’t explain!

Tell the truth?

These were real pirates, violent people living on the edge of the knife, you couldn’t defeat them so you might as well run?

He estimated that as soon as he spoke these words, the blood-fired cultivators in his own group would charge forward to fight.

Tell a lie?

How so?

Bamboo Island was right beneath them, the island full of bamboo forests made lying impossible!

What about changing the itinerary?

Say there were guests today, and everyone should go somewhere else first?

In their difficult predicament, Old Cai rushed over, complaining loudly, “Old Peng, what were you thinking?

Seeing the Black Shark Flag and not turning quickly—now we’re stuck between a rock and a hard place.

I’d like to see how you’re going to handle this!”

Old Peng responded, “How is this my fault?

We are already at this location, right above Bamboo Island.

They saw it and we saw it—how can we turn?

Even if I turned, would they follow?

Also, it was you who proposed changing the itinerary to earn more from the Spirit Stone commission.

If it weren’t for your greed, would I be here now?

And now you’re blaming me!”

The two weren’t getting anywhere with their bickering, without a practical solution at hand.

Unexpectedly, a voice from among the group members who loved chaos exclaimed,

“That’s no tour group, that’s the Lizhi Sea’s most infamous Pirate Group—they’re here to raid Bamboo Island!

It’s unstoppable, let’s get out of here while the wind is strong!”

Upon hearing this, the group members became immediately impassioned!

The Red Kestrel Team, a Conquest Team, had set out to sea with the primary goal of showing off their skills.

Irritated by Old Peng leading them aimlessly across the ocean without encountering even a single enemy, and now that they finally did, were they supposed to run away?

The Qian Kun Team was a leisure group, not meant for battle, but the core group within were generous-hearted cultivators.

When they saw the beautiful Bamboo Island and the few lonely female cultivators above the bamboo path, there was no turning back for them…

The worst part was among them an arrogant fairy named Zixia, who raised her voice and called out,

“Under the broad daylight and open skies, how dare these scoundrels brazenly commit crimes?

This is intolerable!

Though I am a woman, I am willing to contribute even my modest efforts to the order of Lizhi Sea.

Step aside, Red Kestrel Daoist friends, and watch our Qian Kun Team!

I bet we can outdo you in fighting just as we outdid you in gambling over stones!”

These words were quite hurtful.

How could the cultivators of the Red Kestrel Team tolerate them?

Such disrespect!

Then a member of the Red Kestrel Team roared, “We are in the front, and you are in the back—have you no sense of order?

This is our Conquest Team’s mission.

It was after paying the Spirit Stone that Old Peng brought us here; we should go first!”

The members kept yelling and arguing, causing Old Peng so much stress that he felt like he was going to have a stroke.

After this incident, he feared he wouldn’t be able to stay in this line of work; if the tour group suffered extensive injuries or deaths, the Jiedu Mansion wouldn’t spare him; targeting pirates, the Pirate Group wouldn’t spare him either…

Old Cai, meanwhile, looked meaningfully at someone who had cowered in the crowd—what did that person mean by suddenly saying that?

There might still have been a chance to lead the group away safely without letting the situation get out of hand, but with that one statement, everything was completely ruined—a person who thrives on causing trouble and gets excited at the sight of blood.

But as soon as one thinks of that person’s background, it all makes sense;

Sword cultivators, it would be odd if they weren’t like this.

Turning to Old Peng, he said urgently: “Old Peng, we’ve known each other for decades.

Listen to me and don’t court death rashly!

If we simply try to stop them and end up in a messy fight, half of both our teams will be casualties at the least—we can’t let that happen!

There’s only one way left, take the initiative!

Then control the pace, strive not to disrupt the battle, but to decide the outcome with a demonstration!”

Old Peng sighed deeply.

Didn’t he understand this as well?

At this point, perhaps this was the only method that might still be able to control the situation somewhat?