Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 446 - 446 445 Jealousy and Rivalry

446: Chapter 445: Jealousy and Rivalry 446: Chapter 445: Jealousy and Rivalry Hou Niao’s soul body was relatively solid, strong enough to support him through the agony of death more than a dozen times.

His swordsmanship also improved through such cycles of life and death, which is why he rarely sparred with his peers but could kill someone when he did strike.

Li Chuping had always found this point very strange, not knowing how this guy’s swordsmanship was trained.

It also led to his low profile within the Shan Sect Quanzhen, with many not knowing him because he always remained at the fringes of the mainstream stage.

In the capital for several months, countless sword fighting events came and went, all ignored by him.

To him, what kind of sword fighting could be more thrilling than combating with Sword Three?

Today’s Soul Realm sword fighting seemed vaguely different, as if there was an eye watching him from the shadows.

Was this surveillance from the Heavenly Dao?

Or perhaps, a higher presence within the Soul Realm?

…Early in the morning, Zhao Xintong walked out of her room, her mind somewhat dazed.

She didn’t know how she had passed the night, surrounded by a pervasive sense of insecurity so intense; it had made her fully aware of her true thoughts over the years, that unease hidden in her subconscious.

Previously, she either could not or would not face all this, always thinking that what had happened was now in the past, and she had a new life.

When she saw that villain again, she understood what she had always been worried about.

She was worried that this person would harm her, harm those around her, which was why she kept her distance from the Daoist’s kindness and turned a blind eye to Yu Buzuo’s advances.

She was too sensitive, perhaps such sensitivity was helpful for Divination, but in normal social interactions, it was excessively extreme, depriving her of the happiness she deserved.

This was something spiritual in nature, not something she could change just by wanting to.

Moreover, she had missed the best opportunity to change.

There was a Daoist lecture today on a topic she liked, so despite feeling somewhat disturbed, it could not stop her from going out.

She walked extra cautiously, completely forgetting that this was actually her home, and she was the host.

As she passed by the villain’s room, she intentionally lightened her steps; the villain was quiet at night, surely pondering some murderous skill.

As she walked past the room, thinking herself silent, a voice followed from behind,

“Don’t casually look into others’ futures in the future!

With your realm, doing so is just asking for trouble.

Have you forgotten the lessons from the longevity banquet when you were a child?

This time I’ll note it down, but if it happens again, I’ll have to deal with you properly.”

Zhao Xintong ran out of her yard like she was fleeing, unsure of how to face it.

Last night she didn’t know what she was thinking, possessed to peek into the life of that villain, of course, she saw nothing; her skills in Divination were still too shallow, and there was a huge gap in realm between them.

She didn’t do it on purpose and knew that looking into people like this was very impolite and dangerous, but she just couldn’t control herself.

In this absent-minded state, she arrived at the Daoist Hall, and even after two hours, she didn’t know what she had listened to, walking out feeling as if her life had completely changed its color.

To go home or to stay with a sister for a while?

Would it provoke the villain’s displeasure?

Could it harm someone else?

Should she resolve this trouble through the Daoist institution?

But then, she thought, there was no reason—the villain was there to bring her clothes.

In this indecision, she found herself still on the path home, feeling somewhat like she was succumbing to fate.

After rounding a corner, Zhao Xintong almost bumped into four people coming her way, and the person leading them immediately asked with concern,

“Xintong, are you alright?

You’ve seemed distracted all morning, not even noticing your surroundings as you walk.

Did something happen?

Don’t worry, with us here, no one dares to mess with you!”

It was Yu Buzuo and his three friends—one was Xie Longsheng, who ranked first in the battle list; another was Cheng Daqi, who was listed in the ‘second generation of cultivators’; and there was also Zhou Yunming from the wealth list.

Birds of a feather flock together, and people of certain statuses certainly have their own exclusive circles, which outsiders find very hard to penetrate and curry favor with.

Zhao Xintong didn’t particularly dislike Yu Buzuo, but she didn’t have a good impression of the other three at all.

Xie Longsheng always acted as if he were the best in the world, being aggressive and belligerent; Cheng Daqi would boast about his family elders in a domineering manner, and Zhou Yunming was even worse—utilizing resources within the Daoist Hall to lure and ruin many women’s reputations.

She was very sensitive to her own shortcomings, a hurdle she always struggled with, but her judgment of the people around her was exceptionally accurate and clear, which is a basic skill in divination.

In divination, one can understand others but not oneself.

Thus, although Yu Buzuo had been courteous and elegant in her presence throughout all these years, and she had never heard any bad gossip about him in the Daoist Hall, recognized as a role model by Red Leaf Daoist Hall, she still felt that sometimes to see a person’s true nature, one shouldn’t just look at the person himself.

Humans are creatures really good at pretending.

You should look at their friends!

“I’m fine, a guest came to my house and I was in a hurry to get back, so I was a bit…

distracted.”

A hint of concern flashed across Yu Buzuo’s face.

Many students had witnessed what had happened at Zhao Xintong’s house last night, and naturally, among them were those who loved to gossip, so by early morning, the news had already reached him.

He knew that not all intentions in the Cultivation World were kind-hearted, some were schadenfreude, as real goodwill was scarce.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but stop Zhao Xintong after a lecture to probe into the matter; conveniently, several of his friends were with him, so they all came together, wanting to know which Immortal had intervened with the Fairy who Yu Buzuo had been pursuing for years yet remained unattainable.

If it were someone from the Daoist Hall, it would mean unavoidable trouble, potentially leading to expulsion from the Hall, given their influence.

Pretending to care, “A guest?

Shouldn’t it have been Senior Xi who visited?

Last time I sought advice from the senior, I greatly benefited.

The Anhe Daoist Sect’s methods are profoundly respectful; I wonder who it is this time?

Is it also a family member of Xintong?

Since we have nothing else to do, why don’t we accompany you back and take the opportunity to admire the senior’s elegance?”

This was somewhat presumptuous, as it is usually the host who invites, not the guests who impose; such an approach was rare for Yu Buzuo, known for his propriety.

But he couldn’t settle down without clarifying the matter, so he decided, impoliteness be it.

Zhao Xintong was annoyed, “He doesn’t like meeting strangers, and he has a bad temper.”

Xie Longsheng laughed loudly, “This isn’t some secretive place in the Mortal World; what’s there to hide?

If you don’t want to meet people, you shouldn’t have come to Red Leaf City!

We’re sincerely here for a visit, not to start trouble.

Even if the senior has a bad temper, what can he do, eat us?”

The group forcefully went along.

Zhao Xintong didn’t bother explaining further, being naturally reticent, which is common among diviners; why bother with more explanations?

After all, that vile person didn’t care about these things, and vile guests ultimately need to be grinded down by a vile host.