Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 705 - 705 704 Good Man Hou Niao

705: Chapter 704: Good Man Hou Niao 705: Chapter 704: Good Man Hou Niao Xunfeng Valley fell into a death-like stillness, where even with enemies in plain sight, no one dared to make a sudden move.

All of them, including human cultivators and undead creatures, feared attracting the attention of heavenly tribulation—a force they were unable to resist.

The Cultivation Creatures rarely get disturbed during their ascent to the Upper Realm, not because everyone abides by the rules, but because the heavenly tribulation will not spare you.

If you strike, you may not know how your opponent will react, but you most certainly know the consequence for yourself.

This is a forbidden area.

Human cultivators understand the intricacies through their inheritance, while other species are told by instincts imprinted within their bodies not to do so.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?

Have you never seen someone ascend to the Upper Realm?” Hou Niao teased as he ghostly drifted outwards, reminding Xiang Anshi who was still peeking around curiously.

Xiang Anshi was startled and finally came to his senses amidst the dazzling array of changes that had just occurred,

“This, this, I finally understand why Tang Yan was in such a hurry to ascend.

It turns out it was you setting a fire down there!

Another one—brother, we’ve known each other for a while now, you wouldn’t also send me up there, would you?”

Hou Niao firmly denied, “You mustn’t spread such rumors and tarnish my reputation; it’s his own inability to maintain control, a flaw in his nature, or perhaps a mistake made during the thunder strike just now.

What does that have to do with me?”

Xiang Anshi felt a chill running up his spine; he had been traveling with such a demon for months and realized just how lucky he was to be intact, truly his ancestors must have blessed him.

“Indeed, it was all due to his recklessness, stubbornness, and greed for greatness.

Something that could have been solved by simply breaking the stone statues, he insisted on pocketing them for himself, invoking the punishment of the Heavenly Dao…”

Hou Niao nodded, “Exactly.

The insatiable human heart; too clever for one’s own good.

And now, you see, retribution has arrived.

However, we must admit, the Constellation True Inheritor does take responsibility.

If he hadn’t stepped forward in this situation, I fear none of us would have escaped and would’ve been left here to turn into bone statues!

After getting back, we definitely need to publicize this greatly; we cannot let a hero toil and bleed in vain.”

The two of them started sneaking away while beginning to agree on their story.

Considering the circumstances, their explanation was remarkably similar to that of the Daoists, and it was the most logical conclusion at the time.

It wasn’t just the two of them, including the Daoists; none of them were fools.

They all understood that now was a rare opportunity to escape.

If they missed it, they might as well wait to feed the undead creatures.

As for Brother Han’s ascent, those who wanted to watch could watch; if he failed, needless to say, there would be no place for him to be buried; if he succeeded, he wouldn’t need anyone’s help.

A single cultivator of Golden Core Level could still find it not difficult to escape from such a siege.

So, with a mutual, unspoken understanding, everyone began to slip away, until Xunfeng Valley was bereft of cultivators, except for Han Tiangang.

After moving a safe distance away, Hou Niao and the other person started to accelerate, bursting into full speed as swiftly as possible.

Just as they fled for dozens of miles, the sky erupted with a loud bang—Brother Han had begun his tribulation.

“Here’s wishing this Han Xingzuo a smooth journey, all the best.

A good man indeed, selfless with no regrets; people like this are getting rarer by the day.

No wonder the position of Constellation True Inheritor is so unique; just with this magnanimity, I admire him the most!”

Xiang Anshi’s mouth twitched, “It’s not always like this, actually, among the Constellation True Inheritors, there are also selfish ones like me.

It’s truly shameful.”

After flying out for dozens of miles, the two exchanged glances, “Time to get to work!”

Flying Swords wailed, and Techniques dominated the skies…

They had stealthily made their escape, yet many undead creatures had also followed them out.

Aside from the majority that stayed behind in Xunfeng Valley, behind every escaping human cultivator trailed at least dozens of undead creatures, including quite a few eyeless monstrosities of Golden Core Level.

Leaving was far from easy; they were not about to let these detestable humans get away, not a single one.

In the midst of battle, the two no longer coordinated their efforts but instead fought increasingly apart from each other.

“We’ll meet in Loulan New City; if you can’t make it back, I’ll take care of your two junior sisters for you,” Hou Niao shouted loudly.

Xiang Anshi was unreserved, “Likewise, if you encounter any misfortune, the Bai Trading House has my backing; it won’t fall!”

For characters such as themselves, appreciation is one thing, distance another; the two must not be confused.

Especially when it comes to their most adept Divine Skills, none would lightly show them to others; the higher the Realm, the more they should preserve a sense of mystery between them, which benefited everyone.

Because of mystery, there was reverence; because of concern, there was respect; hence, preventing any inappropriate thoughts from arising.

This holds the same truth in the Mortal World.

That’s why some people are always betrayed by those close to them, not necessarily because others are wicked, but because you are too naïve!

Revealing everything to others, keeping no secrets, having all of your cards seen through—who else would they harm but you?

Hence, the real way to protect this friendship was for each to maintain their mystery, and this was increasingly the case the higher their positions.

Following behind Hou Niao were dozens of undead creatures, four of which were Eyeless Monsters, showing how highly they regarded him.

Only three followed Xiang Anshi.

Such battles, although still being overwhelmed by numbers, were completely different from the combat environment in Xunfeng Valley.

Here, with the vast terrain and endless opportunities for Vertical Escape, there was no need to look out for others, no worry about the Stone Formations, kill if you can, and pull away if you can’t…

This was the preferred fighting style of a Sword Cultivator.

To vent the frustrations accumulated in Xunfeng Valley, he decided to leave all these undead creatures behind as a form of reciprocation for the ‘warm hospitality’ he received there.

His figure vanished, leaving only a sword light crisscrossing in conflict and sweeping attacks.

Hou Niao brought out all his skills, ruthlessly slaughtering above the Kneecap Desert, one of the few times he had been so unrestrained since his swordsmanship fully matured.

Because the undead creatures had such an overwhelming numerical advantage, he didn’t confront them head-on at first but instead fought while pulling back, until after several hundreds of miles when their numbers had halved, he stopped retreating and ascended with his sword…

The challenge lay with those four Eyeless Monsters, which consumed much of his energy, and also constituted the joy of this chase.

But in the end, he was the one who laughed last.

Several days later at dusk, Hou Niao stood suspended over the desert.

Though wounded all over, his killing aura was almost tangible, and he used this opportunity to deepen his understanding of the sword momentum of the ‘Supreme’ aspect of the pre-character formula by one more step.

The undead creatures had been almost completely slain by him, leaving him still longing for more.

But regardless, he had at last vented his frustration.

The vast expanse of yellow sand, the afterglow of the setting sun, the desert’s dusk was always filled with a sense of heaviness as if the end of the world had come.

Xiang Anshi had long since flown to who knows where, but Hou Niao was not worried.

The man’s true strength was unfathomable, and despite his loud complaints in Xunfeng Valley, he was far from reaching his limit.

This was not deception but acumen; everyone was the same, including himself.