Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 453 - 453 452 Yubi Mountain Villa 2

453: Chapter 452 Yubi Mountain Villa 2 453: Chapter 452 Yubi Mountain Villa 2 “Don’t think of playing smart; from the moment you step into the Ice Pond, everything will be out of your control!”

Yu Wuwei’s face was expressionless, his heart as hard as iron, “So now, can you tell me whether you are willing to cooperate, or become a tool, ultimately gaining nothing?”

Zhao Xintong looked at the three generations of Yu Family members before her and shook her head helplessly.

This was a family that had cast aside everything for cultivation, lacking in propriety, righteousness, integrity, and moral restraint.

If all of this came to pass, the relationship between these three generations would indeed become very strange.

They were ancestors and descendants to each other, fathers and sons…

a messy web of relations so that if a woman were caught between them, she wouldn’t need to show her face in public again.

One might do anything for the sake of cultivation, but there had to be limits.

Without any limits, was such a person even human?

With such people, you wouldn’t even desire to communicate with them, just as you couldn’t speak with three beasts.

She turned her head and quietly gathered the spiritual power within her body, only to find it completely empty, yet she wasn’t disappointed; as a Bridge Connection minor cultivator in the presence of the Natural Realm and Golden Core, everything she did was weak and ineffective.

Yu Wuwei snorted, “I told you, don’t bother making things difficult for yourself.

This place is now your bridal chamber.

What, do you need us to prepare a red veil for you?”

He turned to look at Yu Buzuo, “Where has your fifth uncle gone?”

Yu Buzuo replied, “We waited for more than ten days after the Autumn Appreciation Meeting to confirm whether that Anhe Daoist had left.

It seems he got the hint and didn’t linger to be an eyesore.”

Yu Wuwei smiled faintly, “That’s typical of the Daoist Sect members; they always know when to arrive and when to leave.

See, your elders understand the most appropriate response, yet you do not; still resisting pointlessly?”

After thinking it over, he still felt somewhat uneasy, “Are you sure he was from the Anhe Daoist Sect?”

Yu Buzuo answered, “We are not certain, as he never voluntarily revealed his origins; but theoretically, coming from Anhe Daoist Sect is most likely.

Most importantly, during the dozen or so days since he came to the Hong Ye Daoist Institute, he had no interaction with Zhao Xintong, so we believe their relationship isn’t as close as imagined.

Perhaps he was just a friend passing by at the request of Xintong?”

Zhao Xintong’s heart stirred; they knew even this?

That meant there must be a traitor in her midst – but who?

Yu Buzuo continued, “After the Autumn Appreciation Meeting, the man left.

But to avoid further troubles, my fifth uncle followed him to ascertain his trail.

He said that if there was no special news within ten days, I could act, and that’s why I…”

Yu Wuwei grunted, “Superfluous!

Adding legs to a snake!

Buzuo, we should be decisive in our actions, abhorring hesitation and excessive caution.

With a goal in mind, why bother about face?

We’re all family; who are you putting on a show for?

Now wake up the old ancestor and prepare for the borrowing of seed.

I will protect you here, first go through the process.”

Yu Buzuo, still young with an inexperienced face, “Father, shouldn’t we persuade her a little longer?

After all, if she cooperates, our plan will involve fewer uncertainties.”

Yu Wuwei waved his hand dismissively, “It’s unnecessary.

To my eyes, this woman is bizarre in temperament; they all are, those who deal with divination, unfathomable in thought and unpredictable in action.

How could everything go as you wish?

Proceed with the living body nurturing method, whether she cooperates is irrelevant.”

Yu Buzuo heaved a long sigh and looked at Zhao Xintong, “You see, I persisted for years in courting you, just to avoid this very situation today, and yet it still came to…

I’m sorry, Sister Xintong.”

Zhao Xintong was speechless, “Is this your Yu Family’s rationale?

Should I also be grateful to you then?”

Yu Buzuo was curious, “There’s one thing I’ve always found strange.

Sister Xintong, how have you managed to remain so composed from beginning to end?”

Without any struggle or resistance, it seemed as if he were resigned to his fate, yet in reality, he would rather die than comply, pushing himself towards the worst possible outcome.

Or is it that all of you who study divination are like this, capable of seeing the future and thus not caring about the temporary gains and losses before your eyes?”

Zhao Xintong responded with silence, but the trace of mockery in her eyes left Yu Buzuo feeling perpetually uneasy; after several years of acquaintance, he had indeed been infatuated with the woman at first, but the more he interacted with her, the more he felt that she was strange in a way he could not grasp.

This gave him the feeling that she wasn’t a cultivator, but a witch?

But no matter who she was, since the cards were now on the table, there was no reason to back down; he also felt that his father was right, it was best to treat such a woman as a tool and not get involved with anything else.

Just as he was about to contact the ancestor, suddenly, a dark shadow plummeted from above.

Focusing his eyes, he saw that it was his Fifth Uncle, Yu Wuxia, spiraling downward.

This place, inaccessible to anyone but the core members of the Yu Family except for a few Tongtian realm uncles and a handful of direct descendants with potential, always required one to descend step by step.

No one dared to fly here, but what was with his uncle today, acting so recklessly?

What had happened?

While he was still puzzled, Yu Wuwei beside him sensed something was off and abruptly leaped up, taking a defensive stance.

Yu Wuxia’s body split into two in mid-air, one part continuing to fall towards Yu Buzuo, while the other charged directly at Yu Wuwei.

“You audacious villain, how dare you trespass into this sacred place!”

Yu Wuwei, who was prepared, quickly conjured a wall of water and transformed a treasure in his hand into a web of silk to wrap around himself.

With another hand forming a gesture, he was ready to counterattack on the spot.

But in his divine sense, his opponent suddenly vanished, leaving behind only a flying sword that instantly pierced through the water wall.

The silk web failed to provide effective defense; the sharpness of the flying sword was simply too relentless.

It was a Shan Sect sword cultivator!

Though he didn’t know why a Shan Sect sword cultivator would suddenly strike at the Yu Family, as an experienced practitioner of magic cultivation, he understood exactly how to deal with the situation at hand.

A sword cultivator’s attack generally consists of a few strong but unsustainable blows.

His opportunity to counterattack would come when the opponent’s momentum was spent, not now in a life-or-death struggle with the sword cultivator.

With a plan in his heart, he reacted swiftly, his figure flickering as he continuously executed techniques and sacrificed more treasures.

In the blink of an eye, three treasures were destroyed, four techniques were broken, and five talismans were damaged, but the momentum of the flying sword not only failed to wane, it grew even stronger!

He couldn’t understand how a single flying sword could carry out such continuous attacks, but with several wounds on his body, he didn’t dare to bet on whether he could endure longer or if the flying sword could maintain its fierce assault.

With the intention to retreat forming in his mind, he dared not force himself to continue and tried to retreat towards the Ice Pond, but he had already missed the best timing to disengage.

The sword light exploded and then reconverged, and Yu Wuwei’s body fell from the sky, dying without understanding where he had gone wrong.

…On the ground, Yu Buzuo dumbly caught Yu Wuxia’s body, the impact causing him to stumble back several steps, and only then did he realize it was actually a corpse.

It was in that moment, a pain shot through the back of his head.

Zhao Xintong pulled the golden hairpin from her hair, and with an expressionless face, she plunged it deeply, taunting as she did so,

“Now you understand why I don’t care, right?

I’ve seen evil people before, and your Yu Family isn’t really anything special!”