Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 436 - 436 435 Shanyin Ghost Festival 6

436: Chapter 435 Shanyin Ghost Festival 6 436: Chapter 435 Shanyin Ghost Festival 6 The ghosts erupted in uproar!

Especially the ghost messengers and soldiers on the sacrificial altar, someone had the audacity to draw their sword and slay ghosts in their barrier, on their own turf—with not a word of disagreement!

Wait, there were no words at all, they went straight to action!

The nearest horse-faced ghost pounced upwards, well-prepared this time, with yin power bursting forth from all over, seemingly ready for a face-to-face collision.

The entire soul body transformed into a void, a moving mass of black fog, with no soul essence visible, leaving no weakness to exploit, which was precisely the secret technique to counter sword cultivators like those of the Daoist order.

It had prepared to deal with a flying sword, but what met it was a bone dragon!

The bone dragon descended from the skies, opened its gaping maw and inhaled, sucking in the entire cloud of ghostly mist, leaving no trace behind; onlookers could even see a black aura struggling and howling within the dragon’s belly.

The Daoist, masked yet undaunted in revealing his identity, declared, “I, Tan Xiao of the Chu Sect, am here to set the precept—any who dares to obliterate a soul is as if they wish to annihilate my Jinxiu’s citizens!”

Two humans, audaciously bold!

Hundreds of ghost messengers and soldiers on the sacrificial altar moved as one, unable to tolerate such an insult!

But the cultivators of the Daoist Sect on the nearby mound moved as well, Gao Yunqi uttered a low command, “From this we probe the true intentions of the Underworld, which is only appropriate!”

Du Zhangqing followed swiftly, “Brilliant!

With the Underworld’s intentions unclear, the best approach is to provoke them, especially with the Shan Sect and Chu Sect at the forefront…”

Yang Yanzheng of the Wu Sect had no choice but to join the others in the emerging fray, feeling depressed, wondering why he was forced to back up the killing seeds of the Shan Sect?

Yet this was not a fight he could back down from; as Du Zhangqing had said, if they wanted to uncover the Underworld’s movements and intentions, continuing this lukewarm stalling would get them nowhere even in a hundred years; in such circumstances, initiating a provocation was a good tactic, as long as they had a justifiable reason.

Like now, the lost souls were also citizens of the Jinxiu Continent.

At this Yin Yang Border, protecting their safety seemed a plausible excuse, didn’t it?

In matters like these, arguing and setting conditions would defeat the purpose of probing, shifting the confrontation from action to words, ultimately leading nowhere.

The method of the Shan Sect’s killer was the best—strike a sudden blow and observe the reaction of the Underworld’s ghost messengers!

The Daoists slowly advanced, and it wasn’t just them; it included cultivators from other Daoist traditions, Buddhist Sect, Demon Sect, and various others…

Now that someone had taken the lead, as accomplices, they were more than willing to fan the flames and pass around weapons.

A monk floated over, “Amitabha, what does Patron Gao suggest?”

Gao Yunqi knew this was the Buddhist Sect inquiring about their next move, asking if they should stop or annihilate them completely?

Although the Daoist traditions were diverse, as fellow humans from the world above, they needed to align their stance.

One couldn’t be enjoying the fight while another hesitated.

Gao Yunqi sighed, “We may not get what we want!

I hope they would rage out in indignation, but I fear they might endure the humiliation and burden.

If they truly retreat, it would indicate that their patience certainly serves some deeper, ulterior purpose, and we would be back to square one, harboring suspicions but knowing nothing.”

The monk smiled bitterly, “We showed up too early…”

How could Gao Yunqi not understand his implication, “There’s no other way, we can only proceed as such, the cultivators from the Demon Sect and other factions have already started making their moves, we cannot afford to lag behind them, can we?”

The movements of the human cultivators naturally couldn’t escape the notice of the ghost messengers, and just as Gao Yunqi had feared, the ghost messengers showed almost no hesitation, retreating exceedingly thoroughly!

The mist was dissipating, numerous souls reluctantly burrowed into the ground, as if a powerful force was tugging at them.

Silent and unnoticed upon arrival, their departure was even swifter and more decisive.

From start to finish, the Ghost Messengers did not exchange a single word with the cultivators; after such a loss, they just swallowed their pride and moved on?

All bark and no bite, that’s all it was.

…Hou Niao, however, didn’t think too much of it.

Given his somewhat awkward standing within the Shan Sect, no one would discuss such deep-seated secrets with him.

Having had his fun and feeling satisfied, he was in high spirits.

Looking at the fellow riding the Bone Dragon, he couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Old friend, we meet again.”

Tan Xiao sighed, “Why is it that every time I come across you, bloodshed follows?”

Hou Niao retorted, “I could say the same about you.”

Tan Xiao didn’t want to squabble with him—there was no winning.

The guy excelled at infuriating others just to beat them at his own game!

“I’ve heard from folks over at Bamboo Island that you were the last person to see Lady Bamboo.

When you have some free time to travel to the southeast, you might want to visit the Chu Sect.

My master is very keen to learn about Lady Bamboo’s final situation.”

Hou Niao said mysteriously, “Let me in on this: what is the relationship between your master and Lady Bamboo?

Friends in spirit?

Companions of the soul?

Or maybe…”

Tan Xiao’s face darkened, “Shut up!

I warn you, if you talk so recklessly in front of my master, you might speak but not live to return!”

Hou Niao was nonchalant, “Getting petty, aren’t we?

That’s why I say you’re narrow-minded.

I would’ve thought that your master would just laugh it off.

How could he be so fragile?”

Tan Xiao pointed at him, “Daoist Hou, you’d better watch yourself.

With the way you handle things, having offended the Ghost Messengers from the Underworld, I fear you might not even dare to die in the future!”

Hou Niao didn’t care, “Well then, I won’t die; better to cling on to a miserable life!

But I am quite curious, why are these Daoist Sect disciples so eager to come to my aid?

Do I have such great charm?”

Tan Xiao shook his head with a bitter smile, “You know nothing yet dare to draw your sword and slay.

Let it be; it’s just your style.

I’m telling you, you just had dumb luck, scratching the itch those people had.

They were looking for an opportunity to test the strength and weaknesses of the Ghost Mansion but couldn’t find a suitable excuse.

Then you went ahead and gave them a direction…”

After hearing Tan Xiao lay out the intricate details, Hou Niao grew somewhat fearful, realizing there were so many secrets involved.

Li Chuping, that old fox, hadn’t hinted a word of this to him!

“This is a hidden danger for the future.

If you spend your whole life stuck in the Tongtian third realm, you needn’t worry at all.

But if you die and go to the Underworld, you might just enjoy the infamous Eighteen Layers of Hell.

However, I do have some good news for you.

There’s a Hidden Soul Technique in my Chu Sect that can successfully elude the Ghost Messengers’ notice of you…”

Hou Niao chuckled, “So you’re just trying to lure me to see your master, huh?

Why beat around the bush?

I’ve got no time now; still dealing with a mess in the Lizhi Sea.

Maybe later.”

Tan Xiao felt helpless; he had also heard of the massacre outside Mirage City.

It seemed nothing new for this person?

The ghostly fog was clearing faster, with daylight beginning to seep through; the Underworld’s encroachment was retracting, and this interdimensional space at the Yin Yang Border was about to vanish.

In the wilderness, the countless souls had disappeared, as had the arrogant Ghost Messengers.

It was anyone’s guess what kind of change this conflict would bring to the Underworld.

The cultivators stood still, not concerned with finding an exit.

They would be returning to their original places when the dimension barrier faded.