Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 872: 871: Strange Roulette

Chapter 872: Chapter 871: Strange Roulette

The water fairy paused, immediately understanding his intention.

“They are coming?”

Hou Niao shrugged, “Although I know the likelihood of you being from the anchor chain is low, these people from the Upper Realm are quite mysterious, always with some unknown magical means, so there’s no need to gamble with luck. If you cultivate in the same area as Hong Kan and Wang Wang, any disturbance will get a response from everyone. Over the years, we’ve all grown familiar with each other, and looking out for each other is the right thing to do.

We’re a bit remote here, especially since I went to the Cloud Sea, and there’s no one to lend a hand…”

The water fairy didn’t insist, “Thank you, I will do it. I don’t have the same stubborn mindset as you sword cultivators. Actually, over the past twenty years, I’ve come to realize that despite encountering so many upheavals, I’ve also made friends. In that regard, I’m very fortunate.”

These were her genuine words, as among her misfortunes, the greatest fortune was meeting this sword cultivator; otherwise, she couldn’t imagine what would have happened to her.

She deeply remembered these causations in her heart, never easily expressing gratitude, only hoping that one day, she could help him with her own ability. But twenty years have passed, and there hasn’t been a single opportunity; it’s not that this person has no troubles, but rather, his troubles have never deviated from fighting.

Just like she once asked, “Do you miss your sect? You’ve done so much for Jinxiu, does your sect miss you?”

His answer was surprisingly, “No, mutual disgust! Precisely because it’s too troublesome, I’ve long been expelled from the sect.”

The fifteenth trial has become completely routine for him, although the divine technique secret skill of the anchor chain cultivators opened his eyes wide, he also clearly felt a significant gap compared to those celestial beings.

In battles with these anchor chain cultivators, among ten, he could easily kill three or four, with another three or four requiring a bit more effort, and the last three or four being troublesome, but merely troublesome, not making him feel a deadly threat.

Unlike these Upper Realm visitors, aside from that guy from the Ran Dao Realm who is too arrogant, there is not one he does not fear; he’s matched up against Blood River Gu Zai and Xuanwu Wei Yi, barely ending in a draw, but these two might not have exerted their full strength.

Then there are Yue Duo and Zhi Xuan, completely overwhelmed, with no chance of winning, fully illustrating the actual disparity between the so-called Upper Realm and ordinary star systems like the anchor chain.

Moreover, as he grows more experienced, this situation becomes increasingly flat, so flat that he finds it difficult to feel killing intent towards those puppet creatures, only weary.

Twenty years of persistent cultivation, his mana cultivation is already close to the mid-stage Golden Core, thanks to the Unihorn Clan and their meticulous thunder whips. No matter how many thousands of times they’ve whipped him, they’ve never thought to see what thoughts this whipped guy has.

Such laziness renders one speechless.

This trial is the same, calm and indifferent; challengers come purely for luck, extremely dull.

He needs real combat, real life-and-death tests; the trial arena’s early stage provided these, but now it has become bland and tasteless.

In one dull battle after another, he finishes as quickly as possible, striving to return soon to endure the whipping.

The final match is against a magic cultivator.

The Daoist traditions of the Anchor Chain Eight Main Stars differ, each with its own focus, but generally they’re proficient in the application of artifacts; for instance, Ci Hang is adept at Burning Lamp Borrowing God, Three Cave mastered True Talisman Dao, and now he faces a Ying Yuan Golden Core, starting the fight by moving out a gigantic wheel, somewhat like gambling at a roulette.

Distantly covering Hou Niao, the wheel spins, immediately generating cutting power, tremendous in force, incredibly fast. In terms of speed of executing the skill, it surpassed even Ci Hang’s Mu Fan from before.

Initially catching Hou Niao off guard, scrambling; finally stabilizing the situation, suppressing the urge to retaliate, he carefully observed.

The so-called wheel is actually two, one Yin one Yang, coaxially rotating in opposite directions, creating inexplicable changes at the Yin Yang cutting point, generating shear power to attack the opponent—a Golden Core artifact version of the Great Cutting Skill practiced by Nascent Soul cultivators.

This thing has many advantages, fast activation, strong power, leaving no room to hide under its light, but its drawbacks are a lack of rhythm variation; most critically, once activated, the cultivator cannot move!

It’s a fixed turret technique.

But the terrifying power of this turret opened Hou Niao’s eyes, risking observation just to deduce the mechanism of its trigger.

He also dared not use his flying sword to block hard; the speed of this cutting skill was too fast to block cleanly, so he resorted to the dumbest method, using artifacts in hand to resist.

He still had some reserves, after dozens of artifacts were destroyed, he finally glimpsed a trace of the mechanism; without hesitation, he integrated body and sword, stepping forward, breaking the sword’s light before shattering the wheel, sending this spirit puppet to the west.

Before he could savor it, he was already transported back to Shiqi Island; the Innate Spiritual Treasure of Hell Star truly leaves no chance for human cultivators. It’s not just him, it’s also Yue Duo, Wei Yi, Hong Kan, Wang Wang, everyone on Hell Star hasn’t had the opportunity to discern the true form of the Spiritual Treasure.

The disparity in realm is truly enormous, an overwhelming difference spanning five or six major realms.

Exiting the stone tower of Shiqi Island, before reaching his valley, signs of spiritual wave undulations faintly emanated from the direction where cultivators gathered, stirring his heart, and he returned at full speed.

What he feared happened.

In the gathering area of cultivators, Daoist Hong Kan led dozens of offenders in a confrontation with a small group headed by Zhi Xuan from the Upper Realm.

Zhi Xuan, Hong Xiu, Rong Guang, Ning Beihui, Xiang Kui, Shu Du, Yijie… four Daoists and three monks, all present without exception.

The water fairy was surrounded and protected by Hong Kan and the offenders, but judging from the scene, the situation did not look promising.

Seeing Hou Niao return, Hong Kan breathed a sigh of relief; his persistence finally bore fruit, if a bit later, he wouldn’t know if he could have continued.

The undeniable fact was that these people had strength far exceeding theirs; if it weren’t for fear of the thunder whips of the Unihorn Clan, these people would likely have been defeated long ago.

“Hou Brother, I’ve lost face; they wanted to take the water fairy, we wouldn’t allow it, so we held a standoff here, after several exchanges, many brothers were injured; if it weren’t for considering the thunder whip, I’m afraid we wouldn’t have waited for you.”