Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 691 - 691 690 Northwest Beacon Fires 1

691: Chapter 690 Northwest Beacon Fires 1 691: Chapter 690 Northwest Beacon Fires 1 …Once he had carried a sword far into battle, observing the river borders of Qin Yue with hopeful anticipation.

As age overtook him, dreams of glory faded, entrusted to the youth with black hair at Ling Yan.

Gliding over the skies of Wei Country, and then several smaller countries, the land beneath them began to lose its prosperity, the population density visibly decreased, and sometimes a day passed without sighting a town.

Thus, they knew they had reached the Northwest of the Continent, arguably the most barren part of the whole land.

Hou Niao actually had two paths to choose from: one was to move directly into the Southeast region after leaving the Southwest, to first deliver Xiangfei Bamboo to Chu Sect, which was their original plan.

However, having not left the coastal areas of the Southwest for decades, Xiangfei Bamboo felt reluctant to let go and insisted on traveling with them first before heading to Chu Sect.

For her, there was really no time constraint; whether earlier by half a year or later by a year didn’t matter.

The two leaders, overwhelmed by her nagging, and with three other female cultivators offering their help, grudgingly agreed without any other choice.

In fact, for Xiangfei Bamboo personally, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Cultivation cannot be separated from extensive travels, which involves more than just broadening one’s horizons.

“It feels like we’ve come to a yellow sea,” Nie Yingnan described.

The yellow sand dunes, like surging waves; the same boundlessness, the same yellow sand under a blue sky, the same tracklessness.

Their luck wasn’t great, as just days into the Northwest they encountered a sandstorm that happens once every hundred years; with sand engulfing the sky, visibility was reduced, and heaven and earth seemed blurred.

The trio from Ying Platform were experienced enough to know it wasn’t much different from the horizon at sea, just more severe—both Bai Qingqian and Xiangfei Bamboo several times lost their spatial perception, thinking they were flying in the sky, but were actually plummeting towards the ground.

Fortunately, they had experienced old hands by their sides.

The weather gave them a tough start, but it couldn’t suppress their passion to venture deeper.

Even Xiang Anshi, who was used to seeing great storms, couldn’t help but be subdued by the rugged scenery of the Northwest.

Wasn’t a lifetime of cultivation all about witnessing the grandeur of nature?

Still, they did not use their Flying Boat, nor did anyone suggest it; perhaps Bai Qingqian did, but in such a group, she could say nothing.

Under Hou Niao’s leadership, they flew through the sandstorm for half a month until the winds gradually subsided, and the sky remained hazy, as if enveloped in Chaos.

Then, in the vast haziness, they saw a dragon, a green dragon!

Its body stretched thousands of miles, so long that its head and tail were out of sight, endlessly vibrant.

“Is this the Protective Forest Strip?

It’s astounding.

My God, this is the greatest feat of human engineering I have ever seen in my life,” Nie Yingnan, always straightforward, unabashedly shouted her thoughts aloud.

The others felt similarly, only they did not shout it out.

Somewhat indistinctly, there seemed to be people fighting beside the green dragon, with bursts of spiritual explosions clearly audible,

Xiang Anshi frowned, “Are these the unique undead creatures of the desert?”

Hou Niao nodded, “Indeed, the forest strip is simply too long, so no matter how well it is protected, we still cannot prevent the undead creatures’ sneak attacks, either destroying the forest or damaging the underground water sources, especially during harsh weather, when they appear in droves.”

Xiang Anshi declared exuberantly, “Then, let them receive a greeting from the sea!”

His figure vibrated, and he had already vanished from his original spot.

Nie Yingnan and Chen Zhaodi with the Xiangfei Bamboo followed closely behind, filled with excitement.

Bai Qingqian felt somewhat embarrassed.

She actually had little combat ability and knew very little about undead creatures, so she hesitated for a moment before rushing out, only to be held back by a hand beside her.

Hou Niao said warmly, “Combat is just part of cultivation.

If you’re not good at it, there’s no need to force yourself.”

Bai Qingqian gave a wry smile, “Hou Lang, am I useless?

Can I not help you with anything?”

Hou Niao chuckled, “A couple is like Yin and Yang, the essence is in complementing and compensating each other.

If you were also good at fighting, or if I were good at business, I don’t think our relationship as a Daoist couple would last long.

Now it’s perfect as it is; each of us does what we can, so why strive for uniformity?”

Bai Qingqian felt very comfortable inside, “Got it.

I’ll check out our Bai family’s business here to see what needs coordinating.

Hmm, aren’t you coming down, Hou Lang?

You haven’t been in action for a while, I thought you’d changed your nature.”

Hou Niao shook his head and gave a bitter smile, “They’re just minor characters.

I can’t muster the interest, and besides, these creatures came with the sandstorm and will leave with the wind.

There are hardly any left; I’d better not disturb their fun.”

Just as he had said, it was a fight that didn’t fully satisfy anyone.

The number of undead creatures was small, and their strength was limited.

It was not just Xiang Anshi who was undelighted; even Nie Yingnan and the others felt far from satisfied.

A short while later, the group returned dejectedly.

Nie Yingnan was very dissatisfied, “Brother Hou, are the undead creatures only of this level?

Isn’t this too trivial?”

Xiang Anshi glared at her, “The first time a cultivator goes to the sea and slays a minor demon, he would think the same as you.”

Hou Niao laughed, “These are all minor skirmishes.

The Protective Forest now stretches for thousands of miles and is still extending, so most of the time it’s like this, hardly any large scale.

Only when the Undead Army arrives does a large-scale war ensue, and then it’s hard to predict.”

Pointing towards a camp ahead, where Loulan New City was located, “Let’s go there.

I’ll introduce you to some friends.

One thing you can trust me on, anyone who can come here is worth befriending.”

The construction of Loulan New City had progressed rapidly.

In just three short years since Hou Niao had left, it had already begun to take shape.

This was the influence of the merchants.

Huge resources were invested, and the area swarmed with adventurers, speculators, and idealists, all working hard for their respective dreams and goals.

You couldn’t say they were useless or just chasing profits.

With large numbers of merchant caravans and adventurers filling the space, they had subjectively formed a barrier a thousand miles ahead of the Protective Forest, effectively dispatching patrol teams one after another.

Moreover, you didn’t have to manage these groups, pay them salaries, provide for their casualties, or motivate them.

They were particularly enterprising.

In just a few years, they had pushed the barrier from the Protective Forest a thousand miles ahead, and it was certain that they would continue to advance, all for the enticing prospects of the desert.

It was because of these merchants that the city’s ensuing developments were unstoppable.

From clothing to food to housing and more, the city’s construction was still temporary, but brick and stone structures were already being built.

All these changes were dazzling, just as Yu Zhengxing had said at the beginning, once started, everything else would naturally follow.

He said it, and he did it.