Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 367 - 367 366 Tripartite Agreement

367: Chapter 366 Tripartite Agreement 367: Chapter 366 Tripartite Agreement Huang Qigong chuckled, “They have gathered with the cultivators from Bamboo Island, and rumor has it they want us to come over and discuss a solution; do they really dare not to commit a mass slaughter?”

The sea pirates burst into hearty laughter, knowing well that in a real melee fight, it would be strange if half of these unfamiliar, small Tongxuan cultivators didn’t end up dead or injured.

Having fought their entire lives, the most common form of combat for these pirates was gang fights.

Who would bother discussing any cultivation rules with them?

Frequently on the receiving end of beatings, they were just as often the ones dishing them out.

Through this, they honed their skills in chaotic battle.

Seventeen against thirty-aught individuals wasn’t a question of numbers but rather depended on the background and standing of the opposing faction.

Apart from the six cultivators from Bamboo Island who could work together with their skills, the rest, nearly thirty people, were from thirty different Daoist lineages—a total mess with no possibility for coordination.

With skills mismatched and hearts filled with discord, everyone had their own little schemes and calculations.

A chaotic battle like this was just courting death.

You Chongshan said with nonchalance, “If you ask me, we should just charge over and slaughter those whelps to pieces!

These Bamboo Island women are wolves in sheep’s clothing, not willing to join us, and the boss has a soft spot for a pretty face, unwilling to deal with them roughly.

These whelps are just right for the job.

Kill them as a warning to others, take out a few, and those little ladies from Bamboo Island will fall in line.”

The words were crude but not the reasoning.

It was obvious why Bamboo Island had yet to fall—they had to use the boss’s so-called strategy of ‘crying wolf,’ which to others looked merely like a big scene over nothing.

At the end of the day, wasn’t it all because Island Master Yu Daoguang had a soft spot for the Lady of Bamboo Island?

Who couldn’t see that?

At nearly two hundred years old, it’s hard to understand what the boss was thinking, but inner thoughts aside, among them, no one really dared to go against the boss’s wishes.

In the Lizhi Sea, Sea God Yu Daoguang was a figure whose mere mention could cause dramatic changes.

He had accomplished countless feats throughout his life and was known for an act of exceptional valor in the Natural Realm of Blue Sea, where he slayed a Golden Core, becoming a role model for countless low-rank cultivators.

For Tongtian Realm cultivators, slaying each other wasn’t unusual—it’s the killing across major realms that mattered, something that couldn’t be done without a unique edge.

It was precisely for this reason that they had toiled over conquering a mere Bamboo Island for over ten years.

Otherwise, at any chosen time, a raid could have been launched, ensuring not a single soul could escape from the island.

To have been drained to such an extent was unnecessary.

The boss, nearly several hundred years old, had finally found love.

How could his brothers not help him out?

Therefore, everyone felt that the fifth brother’s words made sense, but the problem was that in a chaotic battle, it was impossible to hold back and distinguish between the people from Bamboo Island and the outsiders from the Continent.

The ones to decide were the second, Yuan Xizhi, and the third, Luo Guanyu.

Exchanging glances, they understood what each other was thinking,

Yuan Xizhi made a decision, “Then I’ll go over with the fourth brother to see what their terms are.

In truth, whether it’s a group fight or one-on-one, we have no reason to fear them.

Singular combat even less so for fear of accidents.

We’ll play it by ear.

Third brother, you and fifth stay here to hold our ground, and don’t make the first move as long as the other side doesn’t.”

Really, it’s just a fight, and there the Bamboo Lady stands aloof, causing us to fear smashing that piece of porcelain—what nonsense is this?”

Yuan Xizhi and Huang Qigong slowly made their way over, and above Bamboo Island, four people were already waiting in silence.

Representing Bamboo Island were the Lady of Bamboo Island and the envoy of the Phoenix Tail Bamboo, with Old Peng and Old Cai representing the side of justice.

Added to these were the two pirate leaders, commencing the official negotiations.

Each party pitched their agenda, and none aligned with the others.

Old Peng, “We all share the same sky and the same sea.

Is it possible to turn hostility into friendship and come to an agreement with a handshake?”

Yuan Xizhi, “Today is the final deadline.

What has the Island Master decided?”

Lady Bamboo, “Everyone on Bamboo Island, swear to coexist with the island itself!”

No one replied to anyone, but their attitudes were clear and unmistakable.

Yuan Xizhi then looked at the two guides with a playful tone,

“The two Daoist friends here are full of courage.

We brothers have roamed Lihai for many years, yet we’ve never heard of such characters in a travel group, impressive indeed, admirable!

Since you’ve intervened, then by the rules of the Cultivation World, truth is shown by one’s ability, not words.

How about this?

We’ll set aside our dispute with Bamboo Island for now, and deal first with you would-be heroes?

Let’s lay down some rules.

If they’re acceptable, let’s have a proper fight.

If we lose, of course, we’ll give up our claims on Bamboo Island.

If you lose, you’d better get as far away as possible.”

Old Peng spoke with a fierce expression but a trembling heart, “Daoist, you seem quite confused.

Could it be that you have mistaken your target?

We have come for justice, not for battle!

The Red Falcon Albatross Travel Group will always stand by Bamboo Island, so, Lady Bamboo’s intentions are our intentions.”

Yuan Xizhi chuckled, these two guides were like stubborn ducks, refusing to yield.

From the way they had behaved upon their encounter, it was clear: the guides wanted to flee, but the group members refused, signaling the difference between seasoned hands and novices.

Experienced ones knew the dangers, whereas the novices were bull-headed.

In the end, it was the experienced being morally kidnapped by the novices, because they were the financiers.

Lady Bamboo spoke in a low voice, “My stance remains the same.

All matters concerning Bamboo Island are not up for discussion.

My belongings, why should I discuss their ownership with you?

If you wish to snatch them, then come forth, whether it’s a group battle or a solo fight, we’re ready to accompany.”

Yuan Xizhi’s heart sank.

The woman whom the boss favored indeed had a stubborn temperament.

If she was going to be like this, then he really couldn’t choose a group battle, because chaos in the fray might lead to this woman hitting his brothers hard, while his brothers would be constrained by the face of their boss, inevitably leading to accidents.

Looking at Old Peng, he knew the key to setting rules lay with this man.

After all, the near thirty people of the travel group were a force that could not be ignored,

“Nine rounds to determine the winner, and the loser leaves?”

Old Peng nodded, and Yuan Xizhi found it strange.

How could this man not know how to negotiate?

“Moreover, considering the disparity in numbers, only two cultivators from Bamboo Island can participate!”

Old Peng nodded again, which not only confused Yuan Xizhi but also bewildered Lady Bamboo.

This way of demonstrating skills in a contest didn’t advantage the side with more people at all, failing to showcase the strength of numbers.

Only Old Cai, who had been silent on the side, understood his old friend’s intent.

This wasn’t about winning at all, but about using the process of the skill demonstration to make the group members realize the vast gap between them and true warriors.

Once they understood the gap, they would think more clearly, be more open to persuasion, and minimize their losses to the greatest extent.

As for the safety of Bamboo Island, what did that have to do with them?

In Old Peng’s view, nine rounds were too many, it would be better with seven or five, allowing these naive group members to comprehend their true capabilities, which would help them make the most correct choices.

To reduce the death toll, rather than getting hot-blooded and playing with their lives.