Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 440 - 440 439 Sending Winter Clothes Afar

440: Chapter 439: Sending Winter Clothes Afar 440: Chapter 439: Sending Winter Clothes Afar Hou Niao bowed deeply, “Good to see you, Daoist Tongxuan.

I apologize for calling unannounced, but I’m not sure if it’s convenient or not?”

“When one turns back upon encountering something, wisdom can create convenience; when past dust doesn’t hinder the mind, in the end, one can return to the Sect’s gate,

what is there to be convenient or inconvenient about?”

Hou Niao knew that arguing with such a reclusive cultivator would lead to defeat without victory, so he simply returned to the main topic.

“Like a floating weed with nowhere to settle, I happened to pass by Liuyang and thought of a few friends in the city.

I do not know when I might return.

Is the child doing well?”

Daoist Tongxuan was good at everything except for being straightforward; her words were always roundabout, as if speaking in riddles without correct answers.

“What is good?

What is bad?

The wayside willows are grass on a mountain, trees to ants…”

Hou Niao scratched his head, resigned, “What I mean is…”

Daoist Tongxuan interrupted him, “Your meaning is not my meaning; I think she is very well, but it may not be the same for you.

Without eyes and ears, without using the heart, how can we speak of good or bad?”

This time, the rough Hou Niao finally understood.

Daoist Tongxuan was hinting that he shouldn’t stop at the doorstep and just ask without seeing for himself; having come all this way, only hinting and not having the courage to meet face-to-face.

Cultivators should not avoid their innermost feelings.

But what he was worried about was not this, “I am concerned that meeting might stir up memories for the child.

If you do not mind, of course, I do not mind.”

Daoist Tongxuan replied calmly, “She is much stronger than you imagine!”

Hou Niao felt relieved; since Daoist Tongxuan spoke so highly of the child, he thought she must be promising.

As he was about to step inside, he noticed that Daoist Tongxuan had no intention of making way for him.

Feeling puzzled, he inquired, “Daoist friend, what does this mean?”

Daoist Tongxuan smiled slightly, “Xintong is not here; she naturally sensed the qi and succeeded ten years ago.

I could not stop her, so I sent her to the Daoist Palace, and it has been many years since.”

Hou Niao was not surprised; the young girl was a bit peculiar, and peculiar people often have their own fate.

“Has she also joined the Daoist Sect?

Is she in Liuyang City or Divine City?”

Daoist Tongxuan shook her head, “Anhe Daoist Sect is on the brink of collapse, not a place for cultivation, and she is not from Anhe.

She might not wish to join the Shan Sect, so I sent her to Taihao in Wei Country, where I have a good friend.”

Hou Niao was a bit stunned; Wei Country was far away for a child on her own, but this was consistent with the style of cultivators like Daoist Tongxuan.

Daoist Tongxuan produced a Treasure Gourd, “Inside are the winter clothes I tailored for her, along with some other items.

I visit her every year.

But I feel it’s more appropriate for you to go this time.

You need an opportunity, and she needs a release.

If she can’t forget, she must face it boldly.”

Hou Niao took the Treasure Gourd without hesitation, “In that case, I am duty-bound.

Is there anything else you would instruct?”

Daoist Tongxuan replied as a matter of course, “Lately, Liuyang City’s Daoist Palace has been in turmoil.

The Palace Master Wu has disguised himself as from Anhe Daoist Sect, using Wu Sect’s decisions, making all Loose Cultivators in Liuyang City fear for themselves.

Even my place of tranquility cannot remain undisturbed…”

Hou Niao bowed deeply, “Understood, I will leave Liuyang immediately and will not cause trouble for everyone here.”

As Hou Niao departed into the distance, Daoist Tongxuan slowly turned around to close the door, behind which two young disciples were sneakily eavesdropping on their master’s conversation with a visitor.

Their relationship was clearly very deep, like that of a mother and her daughters.

One of them, called Xin Lian, immediately clung to her,

“Master, who was he?

Is he related to our senior sister?”

Daoist Tongxuan gave her a sidelong glance, “Sneaking around, with no manners at all.

Who said sending clothes from a thousand miles means a relative?

It could also be an enemy, who knows?”

Another girl named Xin Yi was not afraid of her either.

“Is she Master’s friend?

This person is also very odd, stiff as a poker, clumsy of speech…”

Daoist Xi sighed.

These children had been spoiled by her.

Xintong, Xin Yi, and Xin Lian were all orphan girls she had adopted, originally intending to relieve some boredom during her cultivation breaks.

However, once the news was out, several friends sent her various children with unique backgrounds, knowing her character and nature well enough to trust her completely.

Having more children also had its advantages; they had playmates and were no longer lonely.

The three children with their stories, along with their mentor who also had her own stories, were all that this small Daoist temple comprised.

Under her guidance, these children’s futures were promising, given their excellent innate qualities, one could imagine their predecessors’ talents; but the eldest, Xintong, was somewhat different.

She showed a talent beyond her years at an early age, a sort of precognitive prediction about future events, plainly speaking, she had the potential to become a Divination Master, a foundation for the art of astrology.

For children of this age, developing such abilities prematurely, when their Daoist grounding was not yet stable, had no benefits at all; and although Daoist Xi was knowledgeable and well-versed in many subjects, she was lacking in the art of divination.

Therefore, for Xintong’s future, she had no choice but to send her to the distant Taihao in Wei Country.

Taihao was also recognized in the southwest region as a Daoist tradition with profound achievements in divination.

The three children who grew up together thus separated, their longing for each other growing by the day, hoping they could accompany their master to Taihao to visit Xintong.

Yet, the originally well-planned trip, for which they had already begun preparing their travel gear, was disrupted by this odd Daoist, their frustration understandable.

Thus, the scene of the two normally well-behaved disciples secretly peering and eavesdropping through the door crack occurred.

Daoist Xi knew about it, and so did Hou Niao; it was just a comical interlude.

But for the two young girls, it was the most important event in their lives.

“Perhaps next year, there will be a chance.

If you two put in a bit more effort and achieve the Tongxuan on your own, you could go whenever you want to, why should you have to wait on others?”

Tomorrow and tomorrow, next year and next year, the two young girls grumbled.

They dared not disobey their master’s words…

Daoist Xi meditated in a seated position, seeking to calm herself; she, too, was unsure whether her recent decision was the right one.

By instinct, she realized that Xintong, who had the highest potential, had been stuck in the Bridge Connection Realm for years, unable to advance, which caused her much anxiety.

The Daoist tradition that practiced the mystical Heart Realm techniques required high standards regarding the state of mind, and Xintong, being in her twenties, was at the right age.

Yet, repeatedly failing to succeed made it hard to say what the cause really was.

But she vaguely sensed that it could be related to an experience Xintong had in her younger years, an event that, although never spoken of by Xintong, Daoist Xi knew had never been forgotten.

Therefore, when Hou Niao appeared, her first reaction was that this might be an opportunity to break through the mental barrier.

So she sank into silence, letting time slip away, while her two disciples completed their cultivation practice; giggling and laughing, they carried the vegetable basket out, preparing for dinner that night…

The sky gradually darkened, and the streets were…

not the same as usual?

She could sense that cultivators were continuously flying over Liuyang City; it seemed something had happened.

The gate was flung open, and the two disciples rushed in, “Master, Master, disaster has struck!”

Daoist Xi did not lift her head or open her eyes, “During important events, one must remain calm; how many times have I told you that?”

Xin Lian gasped for air, “Master, disaster has truly struck!

Just a moment ago, someone broke into the Daoist Palace, and slew Daoist Wuzhong on the Xuantai!

The palace is searching the entire city, but no one has been found…”

Daoist Xi remained as calm as ever, “Oh?

Wuzhong is dead?

It doesn’t seem like a bad thing to me.”

Xin Yi started to brag about her hearing, “I heard that the murderer left a sentence on the white walls of Xuantai: ‘Noon cultivation leads to an early grave!'”

Daoist Xi fell into contemplation; this person…

…Upon meeting a yellow-bearded child, I engage in wholesome talk and recount my life.

A promise made, a sword drawn, but the master’s name is left unmentioned.