Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 600 - 600 599 The Aftermath in the Northwest

600: Chapter 599 The Aftermath in the Northwest 600: Chapter 599 The Aftermath in the Northwest Hou Niao had also joined the chase during this time.

But he hadn’t found the Gui Team, which had gone berserk.

The sky was dotted with black spots, with flying swords and technique blasts everywhere, and disordered spiritual mechanisms…

There was no need to look further.

By the time they emerged from underground, the Undead Army had already fallen into panic, crumbled easily, and then it was like chasing ducks in the desert.

Chasing alone, he had also reaped a small harvest.

In fact, in such a pursuit battle, it wasn’t just him.

More than hating the undead creatures, it was about avoiding disaster.

Although the final destination of the Water Spirit Pearl was a reality that all factions could accept, the process itself was filled with scheming and deception.

The result did not beautify the process, and indeed, there were those who held a grudge against him, the person who hid under the cover of the Water Spirit Pearl.

That included the cultivators of the Yue Sect, who were puzzled about how he obtained the Yue Sect Token in the first place.

During the chase, he encountered another lone figure, a monk.

And so the entire pursuit turned into a journey filled with bickering,

“Monk, you can’t say that I’ve treated you poorly, can you?

Any time there’s a good opportunity, I think of you.

Just coming here has earned you such great merit, you should thank me.”

The Tideng Monk cursed, “Pah!

I came to help you, and now I owe you a favor?”

After half a month, it was less about chasing enemies, and more about taking the opportunity to delve deep into the Kneecap Desert to observe the distribution of undead creatures.

The two of them were almost the deepest the cultivators of the Tongtian Realm had gone into the Kneecap Desert.

If they hadn’t by chance encountered a human Golden Core who ordered them to return, the two might have continued their rivalry—just like in Yinling and West Mang Mountain—until they charged into the core heartland of the undead creatures.

“What do you think?” Hou Niao wanted to know the monk’s thoughts, because, like him, the monk was also a strange one who did not follow conventional paths.

Tideng shook his head, “This battle has basically cleared the undead creatures within a thousand miles of Ancient Lop, and they’re well aware of humanity’s stance.

So, they won’t organize a similar Undead Army to probe us again, triggering a large-scale war between undead creatures and humans.

In this sense, this battle was very valuable.”

Hou Niao laughed, “So we can rest easy now?”

Tideng shook his head, “If it were just this two or three thousand-mile stretch of Protective Forest, saying we can rest easy wouldn’t be an exaggeration; but the problem is, how could humanity stop the step of afforestation?

With the success in the direction of Ancient Lop, just watch, the other directions will soon follow suit.

Dragging your feet would make you a sinner of humanity!

No one will consider doing things sequentially and cautiously to not agitate the undead creatures.

Everyone will just think about how to cultivate and how afforesting is correct.

Not planting these stretches would be a disservice to the billions of human beings of the Jinxiu Continent…

Once the entire Northwest Border’s tens of thousands of miles are connected by afforestation, significantly compressing the undead creatures’ space for activity, I reckon it will ferment into a real war between both sides.

Mr.

Hou, this is all stirred up by you!”

Hou Niao rolled his eyes, “Blaming me for this?

I’m simply working hard without bragging, just wanting to do my part for the Northwest’s natural environment, and now I am the culprit for a great war?

Monk, you’ve been out of sight for decades, and your skill of assigning blame has grown considerably.”

As they approached Longxu Gully, the Tideng Monk changed direction, which puzzled Hou Niao,

“There will be a burial in the sand for the fallen cultivators.

Aren’t you participating?”

The Tideng Monk didn’t try to hide it, “I’m off to the sea of sea-buckthorns.

If we’re afforesting, we have to plan ahead, or even getting saplings will be a big problem…”

Hou Niao couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “Didn’t you just criticize others for blindly following trends without considering the future of the Northwest?

How come you’re the first one to start afforesting now?”

Tideng retorted matter-of-factly, “Since afforestation is the right thing to do, of course I’ll do what’s right!

What has what I say got to do with what I do?”

Hou Niao, “…”

…

After the burial was over, the cultivators of the Qin Sect and Yue Sect began to return.

Of course, not all of them.

These two sects finally made a decision.

Each sect decided to leave nearly a hundred people to guard the borders near Ancient Lop.

Although they were well aware that the undead creatures no longer had the power to launch such attacks, the gesture still mattered.

As the most powerful Daoist in the Northwest region, they were obliged to do so.

The business associations started to exert their strength, gathering resources and directing them towards Ancient Lop.

There were many reasons for hesitation before, but now any further hesitation would mean missing opportunities.

On this matter, the merchants’ instincts were very sharp.

Without being urged, they could arrange everything in an orderly manner, far more adept than insiders like Yu Zhengxing.

In the foreseeable future, the remaining thousand miles in the direction of Ancient Lop would soon be covered with forests, and then, would spread to the surrounding areas.

This was no longer something that the Shan Sect had to consider.

They had made a good start, and the rest was for the Daoist and Buddhist Sects to follow suit.

With the end of the battles, the post-war management only just began; there was the aftermath for the fallen cultivators, allocating and arranging for the new arrivals who were about to leave, planting of new forest segments, vigilance in the direction of the desert, and even the increasingly complex contradictions between the Daoist orders…

Such matters kept several Golden Core cultivators extremely busy; and with Hou Niao deliberately avoiding them, no one was seeking him out for the time being.

As for why reinforcements suddenly appeared from beneath the Dark River, the vast majority believed it was the arrangement of Golden Cores like Yu Zhengxing and the others in charge.

This notion was very beneficial to maintaining the prestige of those in command.

Hou Niao wouldn’t go out of his way to explain anything.

It wasn’t worth the effort.

He was with his friends in all this—Fang Yazi, members of the Gui Team, and the Pirate Group from Lizhi Sea.

“The Water Spirit Pearl is down there in the Dark River.

Those who have related needs can try their luck.

It will help enhance insight.

Now that the Water Spirit Pearl has just merged with the Dark River, it is still adjusting to the balance.

One can realize more at this moment; once everything settles and adapts, it will be much harder to gain enlightenment.”

Hou Niao reminded his friends like this.

One of the pirates was speechless, “Shouldn’t the Water Spirit Pearl appear in places with more water?

How did it end up in a desert?

Truly bizarre.”

They might not all be able to use Earth Escape, but if it’s just tens of meters deep and there are no undead creatures to interfere, it’s simple to dig a hole and get down there, it’s just a bit clumsy.

Nan Xiangye looked at him with sparkling eyes, and Hou Niao knew what he wanted to ask, but it was a personal choice.

He wouldn’t actively teach anyone; it was up to each person’s fate.

Except for Fang Yazi, who had asked directly, the others would have to rely on their own destinies.

In such confused disorder, Longxu Gully gradually calmed down.

Those who were leaving had left, including Yin Qingsi.

The two did not say goodbye, because they didn’t know how to.

This journey left them both somewhat embarrassed.

They needed time to settle their feelings, to understand what they truly wanted from their hearts.

Then, let it be as fate would have it.

Not every encounter results in an outcome, something Hou Niao had long understood.

Cherish the present.