Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 723 - 723 722 Good People Good Deeds 6

723: Chapter 722: Good People, Good Deeds 6 723: Chapter 722: Good People, Good Deeds 6 Onlookers from various cultivation sects let out a gasp; it was, by far, the closest match in terms of strength between the two opponents.

Although the good guy won again, the victory was hard-fought and he emerged disheveled.

This gave everyone a sliver of hope for victory and insight into how they might deal with this cultivator from the Heavenly Heart Pavilion.

Dong Fangfei covered her mouth with her hand, nearly letting out a shout of surprise.

Next to her, Wei Liao, the True Inheritor from her sect, just had to make a snide remark,

“Junior Sister, you should cover your eyes, not your mouth.”

Dong Fangfei couldn’t be bothered with him, her mind replaying the recent incident.

Although she was a practitioner of Harmony Dao, it didn’t mean she would let her thoughts wander inappropriately no matter the situation, nor was she tempted by the sight of that bare behind—she had seen plenty before, and far more seductive sights at that.

It was the mole that was key—a special location, the crescent shape.

Her memory was excellent and she didn’t believe in such coincidences.

The last time she saw something like this was during a transaction—or rather, a romantic encounter—decades ago, which had nearly faded from her memory, yet here it surfaced in such a setting.

The corners of her lips, hidden behind her hand, slowly curved upward.

Indeed, her past investment was proving its worth, and now she was starting to see the returns.

Is it you?

You’re doing well, aren’t you?

When did you manage to infiltrate the Heavenly Heart Pavilion?

Not using a sword anymore?

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

This could explain why the good guy wasn’t good at Vertical Escape and always passively took hits—not because he couldn’t, but because he dared not, fearing that using it would give him away and expose his identity.

As thoughts swirled in her mind, she grew increasingly disinterested in the attentiveness of the man beside her.

With such a powerful backer, why should she bother to get to know those so-called True Inheritors from Daoist sects, who seemed as though they wished their eyes and brows were higher on their foreheads?

She was already a True Disciple of Harmony Dao.

Like Wei Liao’s sect, Harmony Dao was a minor Daoist lineage, one of three True Disciple positions.

Securing one was no easy feat—she’d had to battle her way to it through a throng of competitors.

Within her network, old flames had long become distant.

Now, she only had eyes for the True Disciples of the major sects, perhaps even the Constellation True Inheritors…

Of course, those were a bit far-fetched, but True Disciples like Huai Liangyou were her real target.

That’s why she was using Wei Liao’s circle to expand her own connections.

People like Hou Niao were just one of the countless pawns she placed throughout her cultivation journey.

For those who made it, she maintained contact, watering them like plants; the majority who didn’t were gradually forgotten.

Having not yet reached the status of a True Disciple of the Shan Sect, Hou Niao belonged to the forgotten ones; it was harsh, it was detached, but that’s the brutal truth of the Cultivation World.

But now, she was seeing another possibility.

Although not a True Inheritor, this man was somehow qualified to decide the placement of Constellation True Inheritors!

This was beyond her expectations and made her reconsider the sword cultivator’s current position in the continent’s cultivation circles.

It seemed like there was investment value after all, the kind with grand potential.

Excitement bubbled within her.

Climbing higher was never exclusive to men; women were just the same, and she saw nothing wrong with that.

She needed to think things through and then choose between the Daoist True Disciples and the sword cultivator.

Being a shrewd woman, she knew all too well that the worst thing to do at a time like this was to straddle the fence, as that could lead to a fall.

… Up in the stilted building, Qiu Shi, the Daoist, nodded with satisfaction and instructed, “No need to prepare for further negotiations with these youngsters.

They’ve lost their edge; staging a comeback will be tough now.”

One of the disciples sighed, “It’s a pity our Heavenly Heart Pavilion doesn’t have True Disciples.

Otherwise, based on Hao Brother’s ability, it wouldn’t be too much for him to take a Constellation True Inheritor’s place, right?”

The disciples murmured in agreement, but Qiu Shi knew they were trying to send him a message.

However, such thoughts were dangerous,

“Remember, the person mediating should never enter the fray.

Otherwise, you might not succeed, and you could even lose your place as mediator.”

The younger generation longed to take part in the cultivation affairs of the Jinxiu Continent.

Their mindset was understandable and was also why, over the years, many Heavenly Heart Pavilion disciples who went on travels never returned.

It was also why the Heavenly Heart Pavilion struggled to grow.

What they didn’t realize was where exactly the “Heavenly Heart” lay beyond human speculation.

When the historical mission of the Heavenly Heart Pavilion was complete, there might no longer be such a Daoist lineage on this world—merely a brief wave in the ocean of cultivation history.

… A brief pause occurred in the challenge, as the ‘good guy’ within the small realm needed to recover, and the True Disciples needed time to strategize.

They required an order for the challenge, yet some were beginning to hesitate; the failure of the three most reckless and courageous had placed a heavy burden on the rest.

The Daoist True Disciples wanted to get a clearer picture and naturally positioned themselves as the finale, but not everyone agreed.

Everyone believed they should be the final act, resulting, for a moment, in a halt.

In the silence, a monk quietly stood up and walked towards the stilted building.

The others were not very familiar with this person.

They only knew that in the preliminary rounds, the monk had performed very modestly, just like his overall impression—barely making it among these nineteen, he seemed negligible.

Everyone knew this wasn’t a case of playing possum; at their level of cultivation and status, being low-key for the sake of it was an unnecessary act.

If he was truly low-key, he wouldn’t have come here at all, for coming here meant wanting to make a name across the continent.

So, he was genuinely mediocre.

But the monk had a tenacious heart, ready to face challenges head-on, never flinching.

He came from the Buddhist Sect in the southwest, known as Tideng Monk.

Quietly, he entered the small world of orchids, with his ever-present Buddha Lamp in hand.

Quietly, he challenged that formidable cultivator from the Heavenly Heart Pavilion…

As expected, he failed—naturally…

Then, just as quietly, he left the small world, sat down cross-legged, and remained silent.

This defeat was nothing new; in decades of cultivation, he had faced countless such failures, but these led him to this very spot, while his fellow disciples had not managed to make it so far.

Failure wasn’t the thing to fear; losing the passion to try was.

Inspired by him, some True Disciples seemed to have realized something.

They stopped hesitating.

If nobody else would step forward, they’d take their place, no longer considering the strength of their opponent, focused only on whether or not to take the next step.

These cultivators all had extraordinary wills.

Reaching this stage marked them as one in ten thousand talents; failure couldn’t bring them down—the only thing that could was themselves.

Failure became routine, one after the other, as if following a script.

Within the Daoist inner circle, Dai Xun was the first to stand up, “Among us, I’ll go first.”

It was an acknowledgment of his own strength, nothing shameful.

Cheng Kun spoke up second, “Then, I’m next.”

Lou Yue looked around and declared, “I’ll follow!”

Gu Daozi turned to Huai Liangyou, “Senior Brother, you bring up the rear.”