Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 461 - 461 460 Sea Breeze 4

461: Chapter 460 Sea Breeze 4 461: Chapter 460 Sea Breeze 4 Not only Yin Qingsi, but the other three were also straining their eyes in search of clues at the center of the battlefield.

For them, understanding the movements of the Shi family with the Golden Bloodline of the Northern Grasslands was far more important than the battle between the two Pirate Groups, since both the North and the Northwest have borders adjoining the grasslands.

Family matters always trump external affairs.

Their four pairs of eyes were glued to the center of the battlefield, all in search of that potential Shi family culprit.

Yan Baiyi had sharp eyes and good luck, “I see him, he’s at the center in the Xun position, wielding a longsword.

Qingsi was right, it is indeed the Shi family’s combat method…”

Yin Zhilong agreed, “I see it too, but he doesn’t seem to be using the Body Cultivation Dharma Form?

But this man’s swordsmanship is incredibly fierce.

That Daoist was struck by him…”

Yan Baiyi continued tracking, “He’s gone?

Must have hidden…

There he is again, seems like a Flying Sword?

Then it’s not him, I can’t find him anymore…”

Yin Zhilong puzzled, “This man’s appearance is very strange.

I don’t see anyone, just traces of several Flying Swords… There he is, is that, is that Spatial Divine Skills?

How did he suddenly appear beside the Daoist?”

The two of them chattered away, lost in excitement and completely oblivious to the feelings of those around them.

However, their older brother and sister saw far more than they did.

They exchanged a look and saw deep wariness in each other’s eyes.

Yan Baiyi was somewhat uncertain,

“Is this a combination of Flying Sword and close combat?

How did he do it?

It shouldn’t be Spatial Divine Skills!”

Yin Qingsi was on high alert, “Three stances switching smoothly, Flying Sword State, the state of close combat with a sword, and one that I can’t describe.

Is it Body Sword Integration?

But how can Body Sword Integration last for such a long duration?

He is not of the Shi lineage, as there has never been one among the Shi history who could wield Flying Swords; but it’s also hard to say whether he’s a Sword Cultivator from the Shan Sect.

Do Sword Cultivators possess such methods?

Could he be an Independent Swordsman who received some unexpected inheritance?”

There were too many mysteries, and the emergence of this person stole the show from the intensity of the entire battlefield, at least for the four of them, that was certainly the case.

But the overall trend of the battlefield did not shift with personal will.

The combat losses on both sides were clear for the bystanders, and equally clear for the participants.

The balance of victory tipped unexpectedly fast.

What was thought to be a long-drawn battle, short-lasting several hours, or perhaps days, was now close to parity in numbers in less than an hour.

Everyone had a sense of what this meant.

The leader of the Cang Pirates made a decisive call.

Compared to defeat, mutual destruction was even less acceptable; the Cang Pirates indeed had about twenty genuine Wu Sect cultivators, but most were the wild, true pirates who had no real faith.

Once they sensed the tide had turned, no one could persuade them to continue risking their lives.

So, instead of awaiting a complete collapse, it was better to retreat with some semblance of order while they still could.

Here on the sea, the pirates, characteristic of their nature, cared little for so-called face; what mattered more were survival and interests.

This was a jaw-dropping moment.

The numerically superior Cang Pirates collapsed.

Within an hour of battle, they lost more than twenty men, an indicator that hidden masters were among the opposing camp.

Before identifying this person, it was unwise to fight recklessly.

Too much chaos reigned at the center of the battlefield, making it hard to judge the situation.

Therefore, retreating was the best option.

With the Cang Pirates withdrawing cleanly, the Cang Pirate Group let out triumphant roars, jubilant and exhilarated by the smooth victory; of course, they wouldn’t pursue.

Even if losses were lesser, their numbers had dropped below thirty.

They all knew what would happen if they gave chase.

They indeed achieved victory through strength, but it was not overall strength they relied on; it was the strength of a particular individual.

The ones who ended up disappointed were the onlookers, for it was blatantly clear that now the Grassland Lu Qun would belong to the Cang Pirates; if they would just bow their heads in submission, henceforth cease hostility, they could go down and collect, then offer a tribute to the Cang Pirates, like a contract, delivering not necessarily loyalty, but submission.

If one wanted to benefit, they had to go through this barrier, and as a cultivator, this was a point where one could not play both sides, now submit, but still harbor hostility behind the scenes.

Under such circumstances, many Daoist Sect cultivators had no choice but to leave dejectedly due to their convictions, arriving full of excitement, but returning in disappointment.

The defeat was too sudden, too decisive, too unexpected, and there was even no room for salvage.

If one’s strength was lacking, what could they do but lament in vain?

The remaining Demon Sect and various other cultivators and those who were accustomed to sitting on the fence now found their moment of harvest.

Some are happy, while others are sad.

Among the less than thirty Cang Pirates, one had become their center, Hou Peirong, who had just hurried back to the Lizhi Sea only to stumble upon this conflict.

Duanmu Chai stared intently at him, “Body Sword Skill?”

Hou Niao nodded, “I accidentally discovered it in the Underground Storage of the Sword Storage Tower when I returned to Yujing.

I trained a bit, and it seems to be somewhat effective?”

A companion, Li E, raised his thumb, “Well done, this is not just a bit useful, it’s extremely useful!

I can hardly wait to go back and increase my knowledge in the Underground Storage.

Tell me, it’s not too late for me to start training at my age, is it?”

Hou Niao chuckled bitterly, “Not late at all, not late at all, Brother Li is young and has a bright future ahead of him.”

He was fully aware of how difficult it was to master the Body Sword Skill; firstly, transforming oneself into a Sword Spirit, and secondly, gaining deep insights into Sword Three in the Soul Realm.

If these two points were not achieved, the resulting skill would only be an imitation, similar in appearance but different in essence.

For the vast majority of cultivators in the Tongtian Realm who were sword cultivators, they possessed only Sword Consciousness, not Sword Spirit, which was a barrier; if the Sword Spirit also needed to be themselves, that was an even more difficult barrier, effectively barring most people out.

As for the existence of Sword Three, that goes without saying.

Others cannot replicate it, and of course, they cannot grasp the true mysteries of the Body Sword Skill in application;

In his view, the so-called complete set of Body Sword Skill in the Underground Storage was also incomplete.

It required the mutual corroboration with battling Sword Three to bring out the best in both, indispensable to each other, lacking either was like a lame donkey.

He was not yet in a position to teach his insights to others, because he had only just gotten started himself; he had mastered only one and a half of the Nine Character Sword Technique, his understanding neither deep nor broad.

To teach it carelessly would be to put others in danger.

If there was ever such a day, it would only be when he achieved Nascent Transformation and mastered the Nine Character Sword Technique completely that he could interpret this swordsmanship from the lofty perspective of the Dao, which would be the truly responsible approach.

Moreover, he was lying low; how could he strengthen his enemies?

It was due to these considerations that he would not specifically teach the Body Sword Skill for the time being, nor did anyone seek to learn from him.

Like Li E, who was itching to try, thought only of returning to Yujing to secure a set for himself, that was every cultivator’s bottom line.

The same set of swordsmanship would yield different results when practiced by different individuals; everyone wanted to blaze their own trail and nobody wished to pick up second-hand wisdom.

This was the most fundamental principle for a cultivator.