Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 426 - 426 425 In His Shoes Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Ticket

426: Chapter 425: In His Shoes [Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Ticket] 426: Chapter 425: In His Shoes [Seeking Guaranteed Monthly Ticket] Several people followed the sound and noticed a young man slowly sitting up on a rockery, which they couldn’t see before due to the line of sight, but now they could.

Hou Niao, while clapping his hands, slowly walked down from the rockery, which immediately made Young Master Duan’s party nervous.

Among them, Wang Zuo was an ordinary mortal who worked at the City Hall; the two attendants were cultivators of the Tongtian Realm, yet they were not sword cultivators of the Shan Sect; in the Quanzhen Sect, regardless of one’s status, it was a strict rule not to use their sword cultivators as subordinates.

Young Master Duan had not yet reached Tongxuan, and for descendants of families like his, ascending to Tongxuan was not difficult, the challenge was deciding which method to use.

Should he ascend on his own merit, or use the merchant’s resource-driven approach?

Thus hesitating, he had wasted much time.

The two attendants cautiously positioned themselves beside their master, relying on a large family for survival was a common path for loose cultivators seeking advancement, no different from the guest elders in the businesses of Mirage City across the continent.

Hou Niao strolled forward leisurely, his voice relaxed, “Entering someone’s private residence uninvited and showing a threatening posture, roll away before my sword reaches you, or I shall slay you all!”

Taking one step then another, the faces of the two attendants showed traces of sweat.

They knew the laws of Shan Country, which were common in most countries.

They knew the Duan family was powerful and also knew that many in the Shan Sect sword cultivators were indiscriminate!

They also knew that their lives and the lives of Shan Sect sword cultivators were not the same!

Hesitating, they heard the indifferent voice of Young Master Duan from behind, “Step aside, we trespassed into a private residence; this is our fault.”

The two attendants, as if hearing the voice of an immortal, quickly moved aside.

The sword cultivator’s aura was daunting and his killer instinct strong.

He might indeed be a country bumpkin from the Outer State, but he must have survived through a sea of corpses and a mountain of blood.

Usually, they would keep their distance from such people.

Hou Niao glanced at them and nodded, “Very well, what follows is a private matter between us Shan Sect sword cultivators.

You’d best not interfere; I shall not repeat this.”

“Ahem.” Young Master Duan cleared his throat lightly; he realized the aura of this strange cultivator was quite formidable, and he needed to regain some control with his words.

He was confident, not just because of his strong family background but also due to his meticulous observational skills; obviously, this person had been lying on the rockery all along, probably because he didn’t want to interfere.

Although he didn’t understand why this person had now stepped in, handling a man who knows how to weigh pros and cons wouldn’t be difficult.

“Disciple Duan Jian, greetings to Uncle Master.”

Hou Niao just sighed, “The fight has been fought, and the threats made, shall we just let this go?

It’s just a troupe, not worth it.”

Duan Jian smiled and shook his head, “Maybe Uncle Master is new to Yujing and unaware of the depths here?

Though it may appear boastful, I must clarify, my great-grandfather, Ming Gong, was a marquis of the Shan Sect; my granduncle is Huan, the chief historian of the Sima Mansion; my maternal uncle is Kexing, the central military commander of a state.

I mention these only to clarify my identity, with no other intention.

As for the Red Happiness Troupe, I have plans of my own and won’t elaborate further.

After this matter, I invite Uncle Master to come to my residence for tea.”

His tone was polite, but his words conveyed an unmistakable arrogance, coupled with a polite demeanor that hinted at his confidence and disregard for potential consequences.

The message was clear: if you are sensible, then I offer you a chance to get closer to the Duan Manor; if not, these relations could become a mountain crushing your cultivation.

Hou Niao didn’t seem to mind, “Is there no room for negotiation?”

Young Master Duan slowly shook his head, “On this matter, there is no room for negotiation, but if Uncle Master has other concerns, the Duan family has been rooted in Yujing for centuries, perhaps we can still be of help?”

Hou Niao was noncommittal, “Seeing that the young master is knowledgeable about the law yet so aggressive, is there not a trace of compassion in you?”

Duan Jian stood firm, “Uncle Master is mistaken; sword cultivators have no compassion!”

Hou Niao nodded, “Understood.”

He reached out and grabbed Mr.

Duan’s arm, and with just a twist…

Turning his head to the government official beside him, he asked, “For such actions at the Prince Manor Government Office, how should they be punished?”

Wang Zuo shook like a sieve; this had completely surpassed his imagination.

How could he, a mere mortal, dare to truly become involved in a cultivator’s dispute?

The Duan Family had substantial influence, but they were somewhat distant; the lone Sword Cultivator, however, was right before his eyes.

Before he could react, being cultivators, one of the two attending disciples burst forth with mana.

Not to apprehend the assailant, but to provide a layer of protection for their master.

But as soon as his mana stirred, a sudden flash of sword light occurred, and the head of the senior fell to the ground!

Hou Niao glanced at the other disciple, whose heart trembled wildly, yet he dared not make a move; it was said that the Shan Sect’s Sword Cultivators acted wildly, and though he had been in Mirage City for many years without seeing such, and the forces he encountered in other places he visited were not much different, this time he had seen it.

Seeing Hou Niao’s cold gaze, Wang Zuo dared not obstruct further.

He knew he had encountered a tough one.

“Back to the master, for such actions, one should apologize, take responsibility for treatment, and provide compensation,” he said.

Hou Niao acknowledged with an “Oh,” “Very fair, how much compensation?”

Wang Zuo clenched his teeth, “Ten Spirit Stones.”

Hou Niao agreed deeply, “I see, that’s much more costly than ten pieces of silver; but then, Mortal Cultivation is different, it’s only human nature.”

He bowed deeply to Mr.

Duan, “I acted rashly and impulsively, causing injury to the young friend here.

It was all my wrongdoing.

Here, I offer my apologies.”

As he spoke, he slapped the broken arm back into place and thoughtfully placed ten Spirit Stones into his embrace.

“You abide by the law, and I abide by the law; we are indeed fellows of the same path.”

From the moment his arm was broken, Mr.

Duan had remained silent; such pain was nothing, but such humiliation he would never forget.

Missing today’s opportunity, he wished for that man to neither live peacefully nor die easily!

No one had ever offended the Duan Prince Manor in Mirage City and met a good fate.

Over the years, it seemed someone had forgotten certain taboos.

Mrs.

Ge had long since been too weak to speak; she knew anything she said now was meaningless.

She had intended to draw this cultivator surnamed Hou into the fray, thinking they might share a common language as cultivators, right?

But now it seemed that was not the case at all.

What was originally a clash of interests had turned into a matter of life and death, the sight of a large living body laying there filled her with fear.

What would happen next?

She dared not even think about it!

Having offended Marquis Duan, could the celebration troupe still operate in Mirage City?

The women supported each other, hoping that everything before them would quickly pass and that no more lives would be lost; they truly couldn’t bear it.

But it wasn’t over yet.

After his polite apology, Hou Niao suddenly made another move, grabbing Mr.

Duan’s other arm, and with a twist…

“Unrepentant and knowing the rules, yet repeatedly offending; Wang Zuo, how should this be handled?”