Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 406 - 406 405 Unpredictable Movements

406: Chapter 405: Unpredictable Movements 406: Chapter 405: Unpredictable Movements In Mirage City stood a tower, which once bore the prestigious name of Tai’a from a previous dynasty.

Over the years, it underwent several restorations and eventually fell into the hands of a low-profile rich businessman, becoming private property as part of his estate.

This was the highest structure in the entire city, and if supplemented with a cultivator’s Divine Sense or some kind of surveillance Array, one could say every move within Mirage City would be under the watchful eye of this tower.

At the peak of the tower sat several cultivators in silent meditation; suddenly, within the sensation of the Array, a certain movement was felt, and Daoist Shen opened his eyes,

“There’s movement, to the direct west facing the great sea.

Inform them that they can intercept as soon as they leave the city, spare no mercy, life or death doesn’t matter.”

The message was sent through the secret channels of the Daoist Sect.

From the tower’s Array-monitoring spiritual fluctuations, several dark shadows were seen swiftly moving through the city before vanishing from the Array’s sensing range.

The Daoist Sect wasn’t just about scheming and plotting; it was equally versed in bloodshed and assault.

Over the years, the expansion of the Daoist Sect’s influence wasn’t just by means of leveraging power but also through overwhelming force.

They never hesitated to strike when necessary, and in this regard, the Daoist Sect had never shown weakness.

If someone could orchestrate a massacre in Lu Teng Villa, they could do it elsewhere just as easily; although there was no evidence to implicate Shan Sect sword cultivators in the bloodbath, since when did cultivators ever need evidence to act?

Murder was commonplace in the Cultivation World, for revenge, greed, face, or no reason at all; was a reason ever needed?

The key wasn’t whether Hou Niao was the perpetrator, but that everyone believed he was.

He had dealt a fierce slap to the Daoist Sect’s face, and so, the Daoist Sect had to slap back, as simple as that.

The justification was ample; such were the rules of the Cultivation World.

Those tasked with the assault were not the unsupported loose cultivators or Guest Elders, but the elite cultivators of the Wu Sect summoned from nearby seas—veterans who had weathered many years upon the waves, Magic Cultivators who had reached realms beyond Tongtian, with no weaklings among them.

However, a moment later, news came that the sword cultivator had lost their trail.

The cultivators looked at each other in disbelief.

Could they really have lost track of someone with so many in pursuit?

They inevitably turned their gaze to a cultivator sitting in the shadows, who had remained silent.

“Senior Uncle, your thoughts?”

The cultivator sighed, “I really shouldn’t be involved; matters of the Tongtian third Realm should be dealt with by cultivators of that Realm.

My interference would break a major taboo since that would give them an excuse.

“Our people overseas are much more scattered than theirs.

If both sides start revealing each other’s secrets, we will be at a disadvantage.

“Just this once, regardless of the outcome, you must not pursue further.

Mirage City cannot be thrown into chaos, for it is one of the Daoist Sect’s most critical resource locations.

Can we survive without resources, like the Shan Sect sword cultivators can?”

Daoist Shen and the others nodded in agreement.

When they looked up again, their Senior Uncle had disappeared from his seated position.

……

Hou Niao skimmed the ground at high speed, using the faint Primordial Magnetic Effect of the earth’s surface to shield against the Divine Sense of cultivators in the sky—a new application of the Primordial Magnetic Power he had discovered which proved to be quite effective.

With a few turns, he shook off his pursuers.

The key was to fly close to the ground, making use of the terrain to reflect the Divine Sense.

Like a streak of light in the night, he dashed across the uneven terrain with lightning speed.

It wasn’t that he feared combat, as Wu Zhengming said, the key to resolving problems was to avoid provoking the opposition too much.

If he were to kill a few more just outside Mirage City, it might cause everyone to lose face.

He himself was indifferent, but being part of a Sect meant sometimes having to consider these things.

At dawn, he had already fled a thousand miles away.

He no longer concealed his movements, thinking that killing someone here probably wouldn’t affect those sensitive nerves back in Mirage City.

His direction wasn’t toward the sea but inland!

After a decade away from Da Feng Plain, he felt the urge to return and take a look.

Importantly, he was now completely different from ten years ago; it was necessary to visit Sword Storage Tower and replenish his Skills.

The skill of speeding close to the ground, coupled with his unexpected direction, was the main reason he was able to escape the encirclement.

Now, having reached the densely populated areas of humankind, to avoid alarming the world, he maintained an altitude hundreds of feet high—a suitable height for a cultivator of his Realm to fly.

Wu Zhengming wasn’t threatening him in vain; the Wu Sect was indeed intent on killing him, which wasn’t surprising, and he fully understood.

Yet, if given the chance to make the choice again, he would still do the same.

It was a game of courage to see who could last until the end.

Still within the territories of Linhai, with his speed, he would leave Linhai in about three days and enter the domain of the Gaochang Buddha Country.

As the only force on the Continent that could contend with the Daoist Sect on an equal footing, it was a region where neither side wished to engage.

Therefore, Linhai was the most dangerous Realm, especially in the first three days.

He did not blame Wu Zhengming for not helping; he wasn’t a child anymore.

If one dares to act, one must also dare to take responsibility.

After causing a mess, it wasn’t acceptable to expect the Sect to clean up and then stir up trouble again next time.

Even in the formidable Quanzhen Sect, such behavior was not allowed.

So Wu Zhengming chose the most Quanzhen approach—deal with the matters in Mirage City internally while he fled; this journey was a test, giving the Daoist Sect a chance to vent their anger, a challenge of skill to seize the opportunity.

Hou Niao actually liked this method; a straightforward fight without fear of anyone.

Three days later, at the Lianyun Mountain Range, the eastern barrier of the Linhai nation, passing these mountains meant entering the Gaochang Buddha Country.

So far, no pursuers had managed to catch up.

With his full-speed Sword Control, there was no escaping technique that surpassed the speed of a Sword Cultivator’s Sword Control Technique when moving straight.

The Lianyun Mountain Range was less than a thousand feet high, insignificant compared to real mountains, but within the Linhai nation, it was considered a top-tier mountain.

As the mountain loomed, he began to climb, but before reaching a thousand feet, a Divine Sense swept over him.

His heart chilled, and he immediately dove to reduce his altitude.

For cultivators of the Tongtian third Realm, it was unwise to battle at too high an altitude.

The extreme limit for combat was below a thousand feet.

Therefore, to have enough room to maneuver, he needed to keep his altitude at around five hundred feet or even lower.

The origin of this Divine Sense was distant yet focused, a feat unachievable by just the Tongtian third Realm; it was a Golden Core Cultivator.

The Wu Sect, as the colossus of the Southwest, did not hesitate to discard its facade in a moment of desperation.

That was the reason he dropped to low altitude, creating the illusion that he intended to stay close to the ground…

Combat was a comprehensive mix of factors both on and off the field.

As a veteran of such tactics, he was profoundly aware of this.

Just as he descended to six hundred feet, a black dot appeared in the sky, swiftly enlarging within his field of view.

By the time he was at five hundred feet, the air carried the intense fluctuation of spiritual energy, and a barrage of water arrows rained down like a downpour, the most basic Water Element technique, yet it felt as though he was in the midst of a cloudburst.

This was the raw power of a Golden Core Cultivator’s mana.