Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 391 - 391 390 New System

391: Chapter 390 New System 391: Chapter 390 New System Hou Niao finally had a clear goal.

This goal might diverge from the mainstream, might not be accepted by the masses, a branch of sword dao abandoned, but he wanted to give it a try.

It was the intuition of a talented sword cultivator towards the sword, as well as a type of powerful confidence that came with being alone.

Normally, sword cultivators like him would focus their efforts on their flying swords, following the established steps to steadily strengthen themselves, content with a prowess that does not distinguish them from cultivators of the Daoist Sect, believing that this is a part of how power is structured in this world.

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excels in its own field.

When a cultivator becomes more familiar with this world, brainwashed by the omnipresent Daoist Records, he would naturally come to believe that this is the norm of the cultivation world; everyone works hard in different aspects, but in the end, all roads lead to Rome, which is what the Daoist Sect has always been advocating.

If one accepted this concept, then one wouldn’t feel dissatisfied with his current level of strength, at least, he hadn’t been defeated in battles of the same realm, which was already quite impressive.

What more could he ask for?

But in the battles with Sword One, Sword Two, and Sword Three, he discovered another aspect of sword cultivators, and from then on, he yearned for it.

He could no longer be content with the mediocrity of the present and could not accept the fact that the sword cultivators of the Shan Sect shared glory with other Daoist paths equally.

This was the inner drive behind his pursuit of a more formidable sword skill system.

The problem came to how to make himself become the Lonely Sword’s sword spirit, a very challenging attempt that required precision balancing.

A careless step could result in the Lonely Sword developing its own sword spirit, and all his efforts would be wasted.

After days of attempting, he felt he needed some external stimulation.

Thus, he took to the air and left Bamboo Island, where he had stayed for four years, flying into the depths of the sea.

He did not contact Duanmu Chai.

He didn’t want to recklessly get involved in the storms of the Lizhi Sea before he had mastered the new sword skill system.

A month later, at the Thunder Triangle maritime region, it was the season when thunderstorms raged.

Amidst the frequent flashes of lightning, a flying sword surged through the thunder and lightning, invisible to the eye, only the glint of the sword; it was like a streak within the myriad flashes, cheekily challenging the authority of heaven and earth.

Indeed challenging, never taking a direct hit, but shamelessly entangling persistently.

In such entanglement, the instinctual consciousness of the flying sword sought help from its master, and thus the master took the opportunity to enter.

He made the sword’s consciousness feel dependent, letting it feel that he was the sword, and the sword was him.

When the flying sword no longer resisted his intentional or unintentional control, everything would naturally fall into place.

He had no aversion to seizing the position of the sword spirit; it was indeed a matter of perspective.

One could nurture it to be his friend, but one could also treat it as an extension of himself, with no hierarchy involved.

Nor was there any issue of one usurping the life of the other.

If the sword could possess life, it would be the life of a sword cultivator.

So, what was wrong with choosing to become a sword spirit oneself?

Guided by such logic, things started to proceed smoothly; he had developed his Sword Consciousness for over fifteen years, its foundation was profound, he possessed a bit of talent, and with the help of the Soul Realm, these were all advantages in his creation of a sword spirit.

Months later, the ferocity of the thunder in the Thunder Triangle intensified, signaling the nearing end of the Thunder Season—nature’s last brilliant display in this cycle.

A streak of sword light charged directly towards the thickest bolt of lightning, exceeding what the flying sword could withstand at the moment.

The flying sword could sense that, and in that instant, the previous efforts finally bore fruit… He only felt his consciousness lighten…

He was the sword, and the sword was him!

He had finally become the sword spirit of his own flying sword!

And so, distance was no longer an obstacle.

Wherever the flying sword went, Hou Niao himself was present.

The Qian Character Mantra of Body Sword Skill, he could now learn.

A brand new Sword Skill System, under his efforts, began to unveil its mysteries, even though he had touched only a little of it, but this was merely a matter of time.

What mattered was that the nature of his use of the Flying Sword had changed.

It wasn’t the Flying Sword that he shot out, but himself.

Too crazy!

………

Bai Qingqian had been quite busy lately, but she was enjoying it.

Under her efforts, the business of the Bai Family’s commercial enterprise had been booming in recent years, prospering like blossoming sesame seeds; though not yet a pivotal force in the commerce of Mirage City, it had a solid standing and a promising outlook for growth.

Just a short while ago, a large shipment of goods from the Sword Cultivators of Shan Sect had streamed into the trading company, including many valuable sought-after items; she knew these were all contraband, but dealing in such goods was a major part of Mirage Trading Company’s business—without dabbling in illicit items, what was there to do in the vast ocean?

The company was on the right track, but that man had vanished without a trace.

According to Sword Cultivators, he seemed to be mingling with those women on Bamboo Island?

Ignoring the succulent morsels of the Bai Clan and insisting on gnawing the tough, tenacious bamboo—this man was indeed seriously ill.

She was somewhat distracted.

When the trading company was in straits, she worried about its management; now that it was thriving, there were other troubles.

For instance, a senior member of the Bai Family and a heavyweight figure in the Bai Trading Company had recently come to Mirage City and was dissatisfied with the current operations of the local branch, believing there were significant issues with their business strategy.

More than a decade ago, the Bai Family’s commercial empire suffered a heavy blow in Divine City, with their family business crumbling.

A segment of the direct exceptional descendants fled Anhe and scattered to various branches across the Continent; Bai Qingqian thus came here.

Throughout this period, the Bai Family never ceased efforts to rescue the senior relatives in Divine City; with enormous resources poured in and the passing of so many years, progress had been finally made, despite the two core figures of the Family, Grand Elder Bai and Third Elder Bai still being detained, but some important members of the side branches had gradually been set free.

The influence of the Bai Trading Company in Divine City, in Anhe, had been uprooted; they could no longer make waves.

Therefore, there was no need to support those less important individuals anymore, avoiding unnecessary criticism.

As the fifth-ranked member in the Bai Family, he was respectfully called Fifth Elder Bai; his status and position obviously couldn’t compare to the three legitimate old masters of the Bai Family, but with Grand Elder Bai and Third Elder Bai still trapped, and Second Elder Bai busy traveling around Shan Country, his stature suddenly became prominent.

The task given to him by the family was to inspect the business conditions of the family’s operations across the continent and appropriately deal with those who were incompetent, replacing them with more experienced individuals; with most of the Bai relatives regaining their freedom, finding a prosperous region to indulge in leisure had become the top priority for these scions.

Bai Lingzhong didn’t come alone this time; he brought along his two sons, as well as several distant relatives friendly to him.

Frankly, they had come to pick the fruits of success.

Aside from the headquarters in Anhe, Mirage City was the most promising location for development within the Bai Family; naturally, it couldn’t escape their notice, hence the current myriad of difficulties.

As a direct descendant, it was impossible for Bai Qingqian to be squeezed out, but sharing some of her power was inevitable.

When all was said and done, she was a woman; moreover, there were indeed flaws in her management, due to an excessive focus on collecting certain artifacts, causing the trading company’s working capital to be less fluid than desired.

To the experienced Bai Linghai, this was an opportunity to criticize.

He couldn’t be kept in the dark.