Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 99 - 99 98 Wilderness Pursuit 4

99: Chapter 98 Wilderness Pursuit 4 99: Chapter 98 Wilderness Pursuit 4 The full moon remained just that, and as the blood light scattered and it returned to its gleaming white illusion, the celestial wolf didn’t finish its howl, only gurgling out blood continuously from its throat.

Hou Niao smiled as before, “My friend here, was he satisfactory?”

Niu Er merely felt his single eyelid almost becoming double,

“Satisfactory!

Satisfactory!”

Hou Niao looked behind it, “Does any friend have objections?”

No demon spoke up.

This was the cruel Demon Realm, the cruel law; strength reigned supreme, nothing else mattered.

As for the so-called demons aiding each other, that was even more of a joke.

Their species were different, and many bore deeper grudges against each other than with humans.

Who would stand up to be the sacrificial pawn?

Laughing heartily behind them was Xiang Zhiwen, who was genuinely delighted, “So, we’re all friends now?

Tonight we shall lodge in Grass Dragon Valley.

I trust no one objects, yes?”

In fact, they could have continued forward and weren’t necessarily required to stay here, yet psychologically and in terms of momentum, this was exactly what they needed to do!

If you advance a step, your opponent must retreat one, ultimately deciding who has the say, who is the boss of Yinling, that is the job of the patrol.

Without suppressing the monsters’ arrogance and forcing them to remember their place, they would harass human settlements more frequently.

It was that simple.

The monsters retreated back into the bushes, somewhat humiliated by this provocation.

Yet, they were creatures of stout heart; by the next day, most would have forgotten, and after a few days, they would retain only a vague memory.

Within half a month, they would revert to their old ways, necessitating another lesson from you.

The three found a somewhat drier place to settle in.

The demons, sensing what was appropriate, kept their distance, leaving a portion of the area to them.

At least for now, with blood still fresh and bodies still lying around, their memories were still vivid.

Dou Gong cautioned him, “Don’t pick up their loot, however valuable the wolf’s pelt may be or how good a price its head would fetch.

In Yinling, slaying a demon is normal, they might not go berserk, but if you think the spoils are yours to claim and start collecting the bodies, that’s a provocation to the entire Demon Clan, and they’ll surely attack you in droves.”

Hou Niao nodded, “Is this the pride of the Demon Clan?”

Dou Gong spat, “Pride, my ass.

They want to devour it themselves, believing that to be the true demon way of sky burial, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, demon to demon…

Of course, if there are no other demons around, you’re free to do as you please.”

Hou Niao took the lesson to heart, while Xiang Zhiwen looked on with interest, “Now I believe, you have the power to decide the fate of Mu Shuai’s servants!

That slash was impressive!

Absolutely stunning!”

Hou Niao humbly replied, “It was a bit reckless, I just wanted to see if that slash could split its skull open!”

Dou Gong gave a thumbs up, “That’s exactly how we sword cultivators should be!

If you dodge, you lose momentum.

Without momentum, can you still call yourself a sword cultivator?

We must create an enduring impression, I draw my sword and you must dodge.

Like that, victory is certain!”

His words held truth—if your opponent doesn’t dread your sword strike, then the battle’s already lost; for sword cultivators, it’s about that very breath of energy.

Win it, and there’s nothing left to say; lose it, and you leave your life behind.

However, Xiang Zhiwen’s insight was even sharper, “Junior Brother Hou, is this a hint of Sword Intent taking shape?

The solemnity of Autumn Kill, an excellent state of mind.

Even among us senior brothers, those who have grasped even a hint of Sword Intent are no more than three.”

Hou Niao self-deprecatingly replied, “Using Sword Intent to cut down a wild wolf, how embarrassing.”

Yet he had used not just Imagination, but also his newly developed Qi Gang!

It was a necessity.

With his recent advancement to Essence Building, his accumulation of Spiritual Power was frankly too embarrassing to showcase, with his Dantian filled to less than a third.

This was unknown to the other two.

His Sword Qi this time was wrapped in Qi infused with Gang, but to an onlooker, it seemed like mere Sword Energy.

Even Xiang Zhiwen had not seen through its true nature.

The monsters harbored a touch of sly wit; their choice to field the white-fronted Demon Wolf was intended to seize the opportunity offered by the new moon’s faint presence and to unleash a tactic akin to the Gray Wolf Howling at the Moon—an instinctual application of strength specific to demons.

Thus, he was three parts Qi, seven parts Gang; Qi Cutting Momentum, Gang Breaking Body, just perfect!

Xiang Zhiwen did not inquire further, as this concerned personal cultivation secrets.

Though everyone belonged to the same sect and learned from the same system, each individual was different.

The same technique to cleave Mount Hua could have vastly different outcomes: one might genuinely split a mountain, while another could only kill a chicken, a huge disparity.

From the deft movements of brother Hou, it was a perfected First Slash, forged a thousand times with no superfluous motion; every muscle and ounce of strength seemed to converge seamlessly onto that single sword strike.

Being connoisseurs of swordsmanship, one could instantly discern the effort invested in their art; indeed, innate talent might be necessary to match Sword Intent with moves, but such a flawless slash was not solely the result of talent—it was an Imagination reached only after countless strikes.

Turning the most basic elements into an art form of simplicity.

Just based on that move alone, this fellow had the right to hold his own in Yinling—no need for anyone to look out for him.

“This place couldn’t be the hiding spot for that ambergris.

Although it’s well-hidden, the constant coming and going of demons here means secrets can’t be kept—likely, it’s just a thoroughfare,” Dou Gong surmised.

Xiang Zhiwen agreed with his judgment, noting the darkening sky.

In the distance, the loud bickering of monsters could be heard,

“What are they doing?

Surely they haven’t started fighting among themselves?” Hou Niao was curious.

Dou Gong laughed, “That won’t happen; they’ll never learn to whisper, especially not when trading treasures.”

Glancing at the eager Hou Niao, “One can go take a look, or even trade with them.

Just remember three things.

Firstly, they barter rather than negotiating value, so playing the violin to a cow won’t work—what’s precious to you may not be the same for them.

Second, they favor shiny objects over their intrinsic value.

Don’t bother discussing history or origins with them—glittery is enough!

Lastly, only show your wares if you’re truly willing to trade; otherwise, if they take a fancy to something you’re unwilling to part with, tragedy could ensue.

No matter how numerous the demons are, we’re not afraid; it’s just that there’s no need for unending conflict.

If a new group comes along, one would still need to make friends with them, which is mentally exhausting.”

Hou Niao nodded.

He had frequented plenty of human markets, but he had never visited one run by monsters.

He was a bit curious—what exactly were these creatures trading?

The trio idle, strolled towards the noisy gathering of monsters.

The creatures, accustomed to strangeness, did not stop them.

Instead, they looked on with anticipation, as humans were regarded as the wealthiest species in this world.

It was a strange sensation, but such experiences were reserved for those with strength.

…

whose might could intimidate the bravest of demons, with body bound and Qi roaring like thunder.

With a single shout that instills sheer terror, those who turn back find only ashes where others once stood.