Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 447 - 447 446 Autumn Appreciation Gathering 1

447: Chapter 446: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 1 447: Chapter 446: Autumn Appreciation Gathering 1 A group of people arrived at Zhao Xintong’s residence, and it was rather nice—since Zhao Xintong referred to her as a senior from her own home, basic courtesy was still required.

There was no reply, silent as the graves, and several young people exchanged looks before finally deciding to enter without invitation.

If the other person truly was a renowned senior from the Tongxuan, their actions would have been very disrespectful, but since Zhao Xintong was also the host, as her guests, it seemed like there was no issue?

As long as they did not rashly break into someone’s room.

The group circled the courtyard, which was a standard accommodation provided by the Daoist Sect.

It was small, with only two rooms; one belonged to Zhao Xintong, which they couldn’t enter, and the other to the so-called senior, which they dared not enter.

Cultivators have their own methods.

All of them were from the Bridge Connection Realm, and although they lacked Divine Sense, they had external objects.

Given their positions on the leaderboard, a few troubles would not defeat them.

“No one is here!”

With no one around, Zhou Yunming spoke with deep implications, “Sister Xintong, not to speak ill of you, but if you look around the Daoist Sect, how many could match Brother Yu’s conditions?

And how many are as devoted and faithful as he?

It’s fine to hold oneself with dignity for a few years, but too much is as bad as too little.

Youth flies by in the blink of an eye, and one cannot rely on appearance for cultivation forever.

Ultimately, isn’t it necessary to focus on resources and wealth?”

Cheng Daqi also said, “Property, Daoist partner, law, and territory—the four treasures of cultivation; to have them is to have no worries, to lose them is to fall; these things, each demanding a lifetime of effort from ordinary people, are now but a word away for you.

One must be content; some opportunities, once missed, never return.

When you are old, with no way to ascend to the Upper Realm, you’ll regret it too late!”

Xie Longsheng spoke bluntly, “You still have three months, and under normal circumstances, you know how difficult it will be to ascend during these months!

To cultivate great skills is inferior to marrying a good person; by marrying Brother Yu, your future will include countless sets of three months, countless opportunities.

Otherwise…

The Anhe Daoist Sect is declining, and though nobody mentions it openly, doesn’t everyone understand this deep down?

A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in; having started on the path of cultivation, if you don’t understand this principle, your achievements will be limited.

I’ll just say this, time waits for no one, and youth quickly passes.”

Yu Buzuo laughed it off at the side, “My brothers are overthinking it; my affection for Sister Xintong has nothing to do with the four treasures of cultivation, and Sister Xintong is not such a superficial person…”

The group alternated between persuasion and bombardment, which clarified Zhao Xintong’s mind even more.

She always had a peculiar personality, very confused about her own past, utterly helpless; but when it came to others scheming around her, she was exceptionally rational and calm.

She remained silent, knowing that once she spoke, there would be no end—as how could one mouth compete against the clamor of four?

In that moment, she strangely wished that the villain would appear beside her, for at least, a villain didn’t talk too much—what they said, they did, or they didn’t speak at all.

The Heavenly Dao is just and balanced; it tends to give each person a talent and then finds a flaw to balance it; like Divination, which breaks the future, views trends, and measures fate.

The eyes, seeing far, often lack the decisiveness for what’s right in front of them.

So, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Xintong’s aloofness and modesty were merely a form of self-protection.

In truth, what she lacked in her cultivation life was someone resolute and unreasonably dictatorial by her side.

No one could understand her.

All she needed was an undisturbed environment and ample resources, and then to focus all her energy on the future.

That was what a person skilled in divination should do.

Amid the conversations, Zhao Xintong herself remained unmoved as if the words merely passed through her ears like the chirping of autumn insects.

Any trace of admiration she had held for Yu Buzuo had also vanished.

She was certain that this Gentleman Yu’s relentless pursuit must have its own motives, even though she was unaware of them.

She had to admit that his years of relentless determination had shown he was a talent, precise in his patience and fit for great endeavors.

A noise came from outside the door, and several heads turned around,

As the courtyard door opened, a person entered, carrying large and small bags.

Tied on a hemp rope were various types of meat, and the baskets contained fruits, vegetables, and a big bag of snacks—something cultivators generally do not do.

Using the Treasure Gourd was the norm for this, and still, this person chose otherwise.

This could either indicate a pursuit of mortal shopping pleasures or mere poverty.

In the Treasure Gourd, the category for storing food is of the highest rank as it requires considerations for preserving freshness, quality, and moisture, and also needs numerous divisions to prevent intermingling of food scents.

Therefore, it is more precious than a gourd containing treasures.

Naturally, having a gourd full of pickled meats and vegetables is another matter.

“Go, tidy up, prepare a full table for tonight,”

Hou Niao tossed the ingredients onto the stone table and commanded naturally, and then, Zhao Xintong naturally picked up the ingredients and headed for the kitchen.

This scene made the four distinguished youths somewhat dumbstruck; it could be seen as an elder’s command to a junior, but could also be interpreted as a husband’s control over his wife.

The person in front of them appeared to be around their age.

In the cultivation circles, anyone over twenty generally retained a similar appearance.

As long as cultivators wished, they could always maintain their youth, though some preferred to let the years leave their marks on their faces.

What remained was the weathered look, a stance in cultivation.

He sat down bold and forthright, looked at the few young ones, “So, are you all friends of Xintong?”

He was no longer in the unrestrained state of the Tongxuan Realm as before because he had broken through in the Natural Realm and not the God Sensing Realm within the Tongtian Realm.

This made his control over his aura entirely unique; he could blend perfectly with nature in his daily sitting and walking, making it difficult for one to discern his true realm, only vaguely perceivable.

Yu Buzuo found it hard to fathom though his judgment was still keen; he was undoubtedly an Upper Cultivator of Tongxuan, but even among those initiated into Tongxuan, there was a difference.

There were core Tongxuan cultivators from major sects, and many who took shortcuts, like a fish eye passed off as a pearl, yet they could not differentiate them.

The four bowed in unison, and Yu Buzuo remained polite and well-mannered, “Elder is well.

We are all good friends of Xintong in the Daoist sect, with frequent interactions usually.

Hearing that Elder Xintong had come from afar, we came together to pay our respects.”

Hao Niao nodded, scanning each of their faces, and with the opening and closing of his eyes, a profound sense of powerlessness arose within each of the four, a clear suppression by a higher realm, unmistakable to anyone.

As for their backgrounds, he was well aware; how could the investigations conducted over the previous days have missed these renowned individuals?

He did not wish to pretend to be weaker and wait to turn the tables, nor did he want to waste too much time circling around with these youngsters, just as Li Chuping had said.

There was no need to subdue those who were not on his level.

Thus, cutting the Gordian knot, “I know you and your intentions, so let me be clear.

Xintong’s affairs are her own; admiration is permissible, but coercion is not, nor is the misuse of power.

Do you all understand my meaning?”