Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 558 - 558 557 Undying Creature 2 Additional Update for Alliance Hierarch Yan Yici

558: Chapter 557 Undying Creature 2 [Additional Update for Alliance Hierarch Yan Yici] 558: Chapter 557 Undying Creature 2 [Additional Update for Alliance Hierarch Yan Yici] Sha Jia bellowed repeatedly, but their bows and blades couldn’t truly harm these undead creatures, nor could they manage to strike the ghostly fires in the eyes of the undead, which was too difficult.

Just as they were about to falter, it seemed as if a streak of blue light flashed by, and the three undead creatures toppled one after another, their bones shattering into pieces on the ground.

Hou Niao dusted off his hands, “You can go collect the camels now, there shouldn’t be any other undead creatures here…”

Sha Shi, excitedly looked at him, “It was a Flying Sword!

Uncle Niao, you are a Sword Cultivator from the Shan Sect, a Qi Refiner!”

Although they didn’t understand cultivation, Loulan City wasn’t very big, and there wasn’t much that could be kept secret; in the eyes of these ordinary people, Qi Refiners had two distinctive features, the ability to fly and to wield Flying Swords, while those who dressed like Qi Refiners couldn’t do the same, needing to approach the undead to slay them.

Hou Niao shook his head and gave a bitter smile; it wasn’t something to be proud of, merely the weakest of the undead creatures.

He hadn’t wiped them out immediately, only because he wanted to better understand their habits and why he couldn’t sense their presence accurately.

Approaching the shattered bones of the three undead creatures, he meticulously studied their structure, energy source, and bone characteristics…

For the foreseeable future, he would likely be dealing with these creatures on a regular basis.

Several sand wolves had long since fled without a trace; an hour later, the caravan replenished their water and continued their journey.

But this time, there was a rare sense of security in their hearts because the team now included a powerful Qi Refiner.

If Master Niao went to Loulan City, he would certainly be one of the most honored there.

“Can you read?”

Sha Shi shook his head in embarrassment, “I recognize a few characters, but not many…”

Hou Niao rubbed his head, “You’ve seen it now; if you’re only skilled with knife and bow, even if you grow up, you may not be able to deal with the lowest of the undead; there is no other way to change this, except through reading, writing, and learning the Daoist Methods.

You’re still young, you have time.

I’m afraid that in a few years, no matter how hard you try, you may not be able to change anything…”

Sha Jia scolded from beside, “This kid naturally can’t sit still.

It’s not like the tribe lacks schoolteachers, but he just refuses to learn and insists on coming out with me to do business!

And you don’t even thank the master; he’s giving you guidance.

Do you think just anyone gets the chance to learn the Daoist Methods?”

The caravan traveled without encountering any more undead, just as Sha Jia said, south of Loulan City, the appearance of the undead was an anomaly.

A month later, now somewhat familiar with the desert environment, Hou Niao stood atop a sand dune.

As far as he could see, a green expanse of State City emerged before him.

There were no city walls, for in such terrain it was impossible to define the city limits.

Calling it a city, was in fact just a slightly larger gathering place, where people lived in tents scattered about the greenery, presenting a unique exotic charm.

Arriving here meant there was no need to continue with the caravan.

Looking once more at the young man, “I might stay here for a few years.

If you can’t change yourself before I leave, then no one’s to blame.

Cultivation is much more dangerous than your daily archery!”

With a flicker of his form, he flew to the skies above the greenery of Loulan City.

He didn’t need to search deliberately; merely sensing the qi told him where the Cultivators gathered.

This was the only area of Loulan City without tents, easily making housing for oneself was not difficult for a Cultivator, no matter the method.

There were also those who lived in the open, in groups of threes and twos.

They paid no heed to him flying above; everyone understood the purpose of a human Cultivator’s visit here.

Hou Niao’s Divine Sense swept over the area, and seeing a God Sensing cultivator sharpening his sword, he called out, “Junior brother, I am Hou Niao from Sikong Mansion.

Where is Uncle Yu Zhengxing?”

The Sword Cultivator looked up with a smile, “Yang Gu has arrived.”

Withdrawing his sword, “Please follow me, senior brother.

Uncle Yu has been waiting for you eagerly and with much anticipation.”

As Hou Niao landed, he asked while walking, “How do you address junior brother?

Yang Gu?

What does that mean?”

The Sword Cultivator laughed, “I am Nan Xiangye from Sima Mansion.

Well, Yang Gu, in the customs of the Northwest people, refers to a newbie, meaning someone who’s new and inexperienced.”

Hou Niao didn’t take it to heart.

Sword Cultivators are generally straightforward by nature, and a little joke was nothing more.

He casually asked, “Junior brother is young and promising, offering your service to the Northwest.

How long have you been staying here?”

Nan Xiangye curled his lips, “Senior brother, no need for modesty, I’ve only been here for three months myself.

To be precise, we’re from the same batch, it’s just that I arrived sooner than you.”

As they talked, they arrived outside a mud house.

Its ancient mud walls made Hou Niao worried that speaking too loudly might cause it to crumble.

While he hesitated, a familiar voice called out from inside,

“Is that Hou Niao?

Come in quickly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and you’re still as hesitant as ever.

What others take a month to travel, you make last three.”

Hou Niao ducked his head and crouched to enter, complaining, “In Miao Gao Town, you used to indulge in every luxury, and now it’s the total opposite.

I just want to know, how did you deal with your entire household?

Did your path to enlightenment involve the extermination of your kin?”

He had a good relationship with Yu Zhengxing; the senior’s easygoing personality meant that their past interactions had been half mentor, half friend, without much of the stifling formality of seniority.

Naive when young, and non-conformist when old — that was them.

“To live simply after opulence is the journey of the heart in cultivation.

Hou Niao, I heard you are doing well in Sikong Mansion?

Just remember, don’t let a high position go to your head.

Return to the simple life of a Cultivator, like me.”

Yu Zhengxing was still the same as before, not a bit changed from decades ago.

That was the benefit of being a Cultivator.

Hou Niao bowed slightly, his tone becoming rather irreverent, “Old man, you’ve had your share of luxury, which is why you’re here spouting such nonsense.

I haven’t enjoyed anything yet, so why should I suffer like you?

Moreover, I heard it was you who asked Sikong Mansion for me?

When there were nice places, you kept quiet, but now you summon me to such a hardship.

I certainly don’t recall offending you.”

Yu Zhengxing was smiling, “Sit down, Hou Niao.

How many decades has it been since we last met?

Time flies, and years cut deep.

When we parted, you were just a little Bridge Connection cultivator, not yet on the path of cultivation.

Now, you stand out as a leading figure in the third realm of Tongtian.

It is an occasion worth celebrating, so let’s drink to the fullest!”

It was all talk and no action, summoning someone from so far away without sparing even a cup of cheap wine and expecting the guest to bring his own.

Truly stingy, in the same old style.

Hou Niao smirked and didn’t have much of a choice, given the seniority.

He took out the finest wine from the Mirage from his Treasure Gourd, which instantly brightened Yu Zhengxing’s eyes.

When the cork popped, the aroma alone was intoxicating.

There was no wine, but the cups were big; he slammed one on the table, brimming with high spirits, “Fill it up!”