Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 93 - 93 92 Patrol Team

93: Chapter 92 Patrol Team 93: Chapter 92 Patrol Team The second day, just after the morning class, the second Patrol Envoy hurried back.

Yinling was not too vast; even traversing it by horse would not take more than a few days.

The only thing that hindered the envoys from returning swiftly was the urgent matters at hand.

This cultivator was named Li Jingxi, a tall man at the Grain Avoidance Realm.

His arrival provided a pillar of strength for the two junior Essence Building cultivators—it was only natural for them to follow their senior’s lead.

However, Hou Niao couldn’t discern any particular actions from this senior brother.

Yao He, at the very least, knew to gather some medicinal herbs for the fellow cultivators at the town government, but this senior brother just returned and started drinking with Yao He, saying,

“Those people?

Better off dead!”

This attitude was typical among the Patrol Envoys; they simply looked down on their sect members who holed up in Fang Family’s Castle and didn’t mince their words, which explained why they were assigned here.

Another day passed, and by evening, all of the seven Patrol Envoys, excluding Hou Niao, had arrived, with the last to return being the Patrol Envoy, Xiang Zhiwen.

His leisurely demeanor made it easy to understand the indifferent attitude of the other Patrol Envoys below him.

It was quite divisive, a situation far from beneficial for a sect’s influence; but perhaps this issue was most pronounced in Yinling?

After all, its many troublemakers were a known fact.

Xiang Zhiwen went to see the head of the town government, and Yao He then introduced Hou Niao to everyone else.

The atmosphere was somewhat frigid, missing the warmth one might have imagined; Hou Niao knew very well that in such a so-called team, the only path to gaining others’ respect was through strength, with no alternative.

These people gathered together, yet their talks predominantly revolved around abnormal events in Yinling, discussing where the monsters had stirred, where Soul Ghosts were particularly abundant, which small village had faced disaster, and which members might take on a certain location for their next venture, and so on.

Hou Niao sat quietly on the side, listening to these battle-hardened souls talking without restraint, yet he felt an immense sense of kinship.

He cherished this unadulterated ambiance, where personal gain and political intrigue were absent, striving only for continuous improvement in battle—which he believed cultivators of their stage should engage in.

An hour later, Xiang Zhiwen rejoined the group and immediately spoke in the typical manner of a Patrol Envoy,

“Good news, these incompetents have finally received their lesson; bad news, none of these people could die?”

The crowd laughed.

Xiang Zhiwen, being a veteran here who had spent six years in Yinling from Essence Building to Bridge Connection and still refused to leave, expressed his contentment with the place in his words, saying it was most comfortable, with plenty to kill!

He had a bad temper and poor relations; no one in Jin City liked him, and other associated towns also did not wish to work with him, so he ended up settling down right here.

Turning his gaze to Hou Niao, “I know you!

You stirred up trouble in Tianxiang Building in Jin City and exposed some people’s shameful secrets, so it’s only right you ended up here, you brought it upon yourself!

Just do your patrol duties, a man who dares kill a steward of the Mu Shuai ought to stay here where he can’t foster incompetence!”

Hou Niao felt he still needed to clarify, “Um, I didn’t know he was a steward to the Mu Shuai when I killed him.”

Xiang Zhiwen looked at him amusedly, “What if you had known?”

Hou Niao thought for a moment, “Probably would have done it more elegantly, not so bloody?”

Xiang Zhiwen laughed heartily, pulling out a Green Bird Letter, “This is how we Patrol Envoys internally communicate here; it doesn’t reach far, just among the eight of us in Yinling.

“Conserve it.

I don’t have that many resources to cover for you all!

Endure it if you can; clench your teeth and bear it if you cannot…”

This was a joke, his voice then deepened, “…don’t be like the last unfortunate fellow who insisted on enduring alone, only to lose his life.

What use is leaving behind a Green Bird Letter then?”

A simple story with a grim outcome allowed one to guess the everyday survival environment of the Yinling Patrols, evoking a sense of admiration amidst the melancholy.

From these individuals, Hou Niao finally saw a glimpse of the Demon Sect’s temperament: ruthless to others, even more ruthless to oneself.

With a slight raise of hands, he stopped his subordinates’ jesting, “Same old rules here, I have no secrets from you, what you know, I know too!”

He pointed to the room upstairs, “Guo from the Town Government told me they were targeted by wicked forces, but couldn’t pinpoint who was responsible or understand their objective.”

Li Jingxi was disdainful, “Of course he would say that, wouldn’t he?

It saves his face.

Moreover, he’d make it sound as big as possible, almost wishing it seemed like the Daoist Sect was invading and the Demon Clan was counterattacking humans.

That way, no one would pay attention to his incompetence.”

Everyone laughed, but Xiang Zhiwen was quite sober, “Guo from the Town Government is quite…

um, cautious.

Despite his timidity, he does have some capabilities, so his conjectures, although self-serving, should not be completely disregarded.”

Xiang Zhiwen began to brief everyone on the situation, “The incident happened four days ago in the most remote safehouse of Fang Family’s Castle.

A salt-transporting caravan was approaching the fortress when it was attacked by demons.

As it was the peak period for the autumn grain transport, most of the Fang Clan’s cultivators were out on grain duty.

With relatively weak forces left in the castle, the Fang Clan requested support from the Town Government.

Seven people from the Town Government headed out together, as was their custom.

Is sticking together safer?

They arrived just in time and managed a smooth expulsion.

Though there were many demons, their strength was limited.

However, the problem was that among the horde of demons were a few Top-horned Beasts…”

Top-horned Beasts, also known as Sui, grew horns on their heads.

They grow slowly but are extremely precious; essential for several top-grade elixirs.

How many elixirs could one horn produce?

Thus, by value, it could be worth at least ten top-grade Spirit Stones or a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

Such temptation is almost irresistible for minor cultivators like them.

“Therefore, the usually non-opportunistic Town Government officials decided to take proactive action, pursuing the retreating outlaws, in defense of the honor of Quanzhen and the dignity of the cultivators…

hmm, and perhaps a bit for their own pocketbooks as well.

In the midst of the chase, they encountered a propolis…

Propolis, it’s hard to say whether this creature is a demon, a soul ghost, a zombie, or a puppet?

It could be any type of creature that was chosen by the basally-footed slim-waisted bee to become a living beehive, transforming its entire body into honeycombs for storing honey without killing the host!

We must mention one of the most malicious types of bees on Jinxiu Continent—the basally-footed slim-waisted bee.

They never build their own nests but create them using living organisms, ultimately preserving the organism as propolis with honey.

Such propolis, after absorbing essence and gaining demonic abilities, correspondingly enhances the power of the slim-waisted bee, mutually benefiting and depending on each other.

The propolis becomes more powerful because of the bee, and the vine-waisted demon bee also generates corpse poison while living inside the propolis body, enabling them to attack a cultivator’s dharma body.

It’s like a moving beehive that, caught off guard, the minor cultivators had a hard time resisting the collective assault of the slim-waisted bees.

This is why the Town Government cultivators ended up scattered and in disarray.