Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 561 - 561 560 Patrolling Experience Double Request for Monthly Tickets

561: Chapter 560: Patrolling Experience [Double Request for Monthly Tickets] 561: Chapter 560: Patrolling Experience [Double Request for Monthly Tickets] Hou Niao knew that since he was the leader of this small team and the only one in the Natural Realm, it was up to him to handle matters like this.

He did not descend stealthily but instead slowly launched his Divine Sense into the ground.

Although it was his first time in the desert, his rich combat experience made his way of thinking quite different from the rest.

His method of investigation was simple and crude.

When he suddenly landed, it was as if a small mountain had smashed onto the dune.

Dust exploded in all directions, and the entire dune along with several nearby ones were affected by the shockwave.

The powerful shockwave spread downwards through the layers of sand.

If there were inanimate objects, then of course, there would be nothing to it, but if there were undead creatures playing dead…

A flash of sword light appeared in the air, piercing straight into the sand layer, and almost at the same time, another Flying Sword with a trail of flame also burrowed in.

Huang Ruyan waved her long sleeves, and a thin layer of ice formed over the dune.

Suddenly, part of it shattered as if something was trying to burst through, but could its movement through the earth keep up with the escape velocity in the air?

Before the thing could fully emerge, a Dharma Form slammed into it from above, crushing the undead creature beneath into pieces…

Three undead creatures, all probably of the Tongtian Level, had no chance to struggle against the two Flying Swords and the Body Cultivation’s Dharma Form; although it was the first time the three of them cooperated, the innate qualities of Cultivators made this collaboration perfect, including the timely layer of ice conjured by Fairy Huang.

There were only these three.

Under the shockwave, they revealed their hiding places, and even if not very noticeable, the humans seized the opportunity with their acute senses; they didn’t even get a chance to leap out of the sand layer, two were directly pierced to death under the sand by Flying Swords, and one was literally crushed to death by a Body Cultivator.

Yuan Shangyuan’s Dharma Form burrowed through the earth, and soon he dragged out three damaged skeletal remains.

Nan Xiangye, having been here for three months, had also seen many undead creatures,

“Three-headed with a hundred eyes, judging by the reaction, their cultivation level isn’t deep…”

Humans have their own set of criteria for differentiating undead creatures, not based on their size or species.

These skeletal frames originated from various creatures that died in the desert, bizarre and diverse.

What mattered was not their origin, but where the energy converged after they became undead creatures.

If the energy converged in their eyes, they were the most inferior, similar to humans before reaching the Tongxuan Realm, acting on instinct and possessing only the most basic element of strength.

It was like the creature that appeared by the water in the caravan’s journey, known as the Red-Eyed Monster.

If the energy did not settle in the eyes but instead dispersed throughout the body, shining dimly like numerous ghostly eyes, that would be called the Hundred-Eyed.

In fact, “hundred” is just a description; the more widespread and dispersed the energy, the deeper the cultivation.

There could be up to several hundred points, or as few as a few dozen, commonly known as the Hundred-Eyed Monster, corresponding to the human Tongtian triple realms.

Further up are the Eyeless Monsters.

By this point, the undead had refined all their energy into their skeletal frames, capable of shrinking into beetles or expanding into giants at will, entirely heart-driven, similar to the Golden Core Level for humans.

The highest-ranking undead began to grow flesh on their bones, which is a completely different concept.

If they chose, they could transform into human form effortlessly, just like the Nascent Transformation old ancestors of humans.

The reason Nan Xiangye said that the three undead creatures had shallow cultivation was because he could roughly deduce from their fragmented skeletons that the energy distribution points were not numerous, not exceeding a hundred, probably just monsters who had newly acquired the Hundred-Eyes.

At this level, they stood little chance under the multifaceted attacks of humans.

Even for these undead creatures, to fight, they needed to emerge from the sand.

Trapped below the sand made them no more than skeletal targets.

All this success began with Hou Niao’s smashing foot kick.

A perfect cooperation, more effective than a thousand words, allowed the four to understand each other through battle, which became the best adhesive.

Hou Niao gave a thumbs up, “Fairy, what a Divine Sense!

And that ice layer you covered was beautiful!”

Fairy Huang looked fetchingly delicate, “It’s not just ice.

I can also lay fire.

A paradox of ice and fire, brother, would you like to try?”

The four ascended into the air again, clearly much more relaxed.

On missions like this, a courageous and capable leader, with teammates each excelling in their roles and well-coordinated, was a guarantee for safety.

Their patrol, from dawn to dusk, persevered for twelve hours a day save for the morning and evening sessions.

It was a test of willpower for Cultivators, and not everyone could endure it if their heart was weak.

The undead creatures were more likely to come out at night, especially those of lower realms.

Conversely, they were generally the weaker Red-Eyed and Hundred-Eyed Monsters.

A month into the journey, they had encountered six battles, with the most at one time being about a dozen Hundred-Eyed Monsters, yet they were annihilated in the aftermath of each battle.

Hou Niao couldn’t help but view his teammates with newfound respect.

Nan Xiangye’s Flying Sword was sharp, and despite his eccentricities, his swordsmanship was exquisite, his mastery of the Fire Element profound.

Even compared to his subtle manipulation of the Flying Sword, the difference was marginal.

He was one who would be a formidable Sword Master in even Sikong Mansion.

However, it was curious why he always hung around in the State Capital.

Yuan Shangyuan’s Dharma Form was solid and overwhelmingly strong.

His Dharma Form was the only method capable of burrowing into the sand to flush out the undead.

Although Hou Niao could also use Earth Escape to achieve this, he refused to do so on an emotional level.

Quiet but never retreating in desperation, he was always at the forefront, turning himself into the team’s shield, drawing the undead’s attention and providing the two Sword Cultivators with opportunities for relentless offensive.

Although Fairy Huang might lack a bit in attacking power, her supportive skills were abundant and crucial.

More importantly, she managed to deliver the most suitable Techniques at the optimal moments.

Most of the time, she was the one in control of the team’s offensive and defensive switches.

Behind her delicate charm lay a heart of immense calmness.

Ah, after a month, they each had their own nicknames: Pumpkin Seed, Ape Man, Huang Warmth, Birdy…

Battle was indeed the quickest way to foster friendship, bar none.

In Hou Niao’s eyes, his teammates were impressive, which spoke highly of Yu Zhengxing’s discerning eye.

It also showed that there were no real weaklings among the Continent’s various forces; those who dared to temper themselves in the Northwest’s Kneecap Desert were no weaklings.

In his teammates’ eyes, the Sword Master from the renowned Shan Sect’s Sikong Mansion proved his reputation was well earned.

Even though it seemed he hadn’t displayed any particularly unusual abilities, he always subtly led the battles and patched any holes that appeared in combat, enabling them to finish fight after fight with close calls but no real danger.

The initial cooperation went smoothly, marking the beginning of a team taking shape.