Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 504 - 503: Assassination in the Street

That night, well past midnight, three people quietly sneaked into Jianye City, slowly approaching their predetermined ambush position, a commercial district less than a hundred paces from the Six-Ear Palace. The buildings here were comparatively tall and provided an excellent vantage point.

Lying on the roof, Hou Niao thought over everything that had happened once more. What seemed like a straightforward assassination was shrouded in mystery and confusion.

If he had no brain and was simply a killer, then the plan’s progress could be considered very smooth. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Accurate information, a confirmed time, a certain route—he would merely have to strike once space presented itself, leaving success or failure to fate.

But what if he had brains? Then wouldn’t he be puzzled by the intelligence he’d received?

Why would the underground forces tell him that Xu Shanren was dead? If this was false information, what was their agenda? If it was true, why would the Qi Sect want to hide it? What were they trying to do?

Based on his experience, such underground forces wouldn’t dare oppose the local Qi Sect out of sheer profit, as the Qi Sect could cause them far more substantial losses.

But to gain his trust, often the first piece of information given was true—that was human nature; to gain a certain level of trust with the truth before slowly setting a trap.

The problem lay in their ultimate goal. Was it merely to catch him? There was no need for such trouble! He had been in touch with the underground forces without any reservation for four days, as if he were intentionally exposing himself, yet astonishingly, he had not been exposed?

This also confirmed his suspicion that as an individual, he held no value; he was just a Sword Cultivator, an assassin. There were plenty like him in the Shan Sect.

And what about that undercover spy? Had they really received the news, or were they misled by a smokescreen? Or had they already been exposed?

He always felt as if he were part of a play, a performance being staged for his eyes only!

Wrapped in dense fog, he could not find any clues. To understand the truth, all he could do was play along with these people, until he uncovered the secret before making a grave mistake.

His professional instincts made him increasingly interested in this game, because he felt that since he was fine now, he would remain fine until those who were acting reached their objective.

Then let the game continue.

The night passed slowly in agony, as if time itself was deliberately testing their patience.

Dawn broke, and it was now time for morning exercises, a period of cultivation that Daoist Cultivators adhered to come rain or shine.

Once morning exercises were over, the three men began to grow tense, their gazes fixed firmly in the direction of the Six-Ear Palace. Qi Sect Cultivators had already started to gather from all directions for official duties, each exuding a leisurely demeanor—a perfectly ordinary day.

Just after the Si hour passed, suddenly, several figures soared from within the Six-Ear Palace, accompanied by a palanquin-style Flying Artifact. It was just as the undercover piece had disclosed, everything matched perfectly.

If the information was accurate, inside the palanquin would be You Chaoen, the Sikong Mansion’s military advisor whom he had never met. Yet, his appearance and physique were deeply imprinted in Hou Niao’s memory from the Jade Scroll provided by Judge Cheng.

There were four people guarding the palanquin, their auras none too weak, encircling the palanquin; but it was precisely because of its presence that their speed was far from nimble and swift.

Just as Hou Niao had anticipated, the Qi Sect cultivators, too proud to truly circle in the opposite direction on their own turf, avoided the bustling Northwest and flew directly over the ambush spot set by the three of them.

Perfect judgment! It provided them with the best offensive position for their sudden attack.

The team had barely taken to the sky for three breaths, just starting to spread out over the city, and the last cultivator had just leapt into the air when the entire team was still circling to adjust their formation.

Underneath an archway, someone suddenly threw out a magic artifact, which transformed with the wind into a small mountain and pressed down directly onto the palanquin.

That was Daoist Shan’s lifebound magical treasure, and he was the first to act precisely because of its weight, its clumsiness, and its momentum; stopping such a massive object would greatly consume the defenders’ energy, especially for the few cultivators around the palanquin. It was easy for them to dodge, but to confront it head-on was no simple feat.

A lifebound magical treasure possesses its own miraculous aspects, and the collusion of spirit and mind with the lifting of the palanquin made the impact inevitable. Most cleverly, because it was tied to this stone mountain, the flight of the palanquin became sluggish.

This was the agreed-upon strategy amongst the three of them, since it was an ambush, to aim for clarity of purpose, overwhelming force, and to avoid the supposedly deceptive boundary formations and eye-blocking techniques. In these aspects, Qi Sect cultivators were not so easily fooled.

With undivided attention, it was like a mountain bearing down.

Following closely was Daoist Lu’s fire; also his lifebound magical treasure, portraying the stance of fiery flames burning the heavens. The palanquin, which had already become heavy in its movement, was now enveloped by a True Fire Furnace.

Mountain pressure coupled with fire forging, the sudden catastrophe had caught the guarding cultivators somewhat off guard, with only the leading Daoist snorting coldly, sweeping his great sleeve—Sleeve Universe—and in an instant, the vast stone mountain and the sweeping flames disappeared without a trace.

This move fully demonstrated the person’s profound mana and exquisite skill in technique manipulation. Sleeve Universe is not an extraordinary skill within the Daoist Sect, but to transform mediocrity into ingenuity and to use a relatively mundane skill in such a divine manner, effortlessly, also revealed the person’s extremely strong capabilities.

However, these were not the main offensive moves. Amidst the oppressive mountain force and the licking flames, a flash of brilliance beat Daoist’s Sleeve Universe to the punch and slid into the palanquin,

When the palanquin was attacked, it emitted a bright light, activating its own defenses, which opened up layer by layer, only to shatter one after the other in the assault of the flying sword.

Thirteen layers of protection proved that this palanquin was far from ordinary, as seen on the surface. This was indeed a high-quality flying artifact, something only a great sect like Qi Sect could create and possess.

The stronger the defense, the more it indicated the credibility of the information.

Hou Niao had given it his all!

Even if he harbored doubts about it all, even if he believed he had fallen into some kind of trap, he was also very clear that intuition could not replace judgment, and it might just be his paranoia, when in fact, could everything in front of him not be so complicated?

For this reason, he hadn’t held back but had attacked with his strongest Body Sword Skill. Unlike others who launched their swords from within buildings, his technique wasn’t limited to just the sword, as the man was also part of the attack.

The powerful impact allowed the flying sword to penetrate all defenses and enter the palanquin, where there were surprisingly two people, one sitting and one lying down.

The sitting Daoist smiled slightly and flicked his fingers; the flying sword, already near its limits, was flicked away with a strong force, almost knocking Hou Niao, the Sword Spirit, out.

The flying sword fell like a shooting star towards the cluster of buildings, while Hou Niao was clear in his mind that his mission had failed, and now the problem was how to escape with his life.