Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 518 - 517: Dance of the Flash Spirit

Wu Weijiang, accompanied by his two Daoist couples, approached them. With his status, it would have been fine if he hadn’t come across them, but now that he had, pretending not to see would be beneath his dignity. A shipment of goods from the Lizhi Sea had not caught the attention of Prince Manor, but this favor placed him in an awkward position.

With his personality, he would rather lose a whole shipment than owing such a debt of gratitude to this person. It wasn’t because he was particularly fond of the Dugu sisters; it was simply in his nature. According to the investigation conducted before he became Daoist couples with the sisters, it appeared that they were quite interested in Hou Niao.

He didn’t like this feeling.

Walking with a confident stride and an imposing aura, prestige had to be nurtured, a natural outward expression of those who have long been in a superior position,

"Wu Weijiang, thank you, junior brother, for your righteous support in the Lizhi Sea. I’ve been busy with cultivation lately and didn’t realize you’d come to Jade Capital. If there has been any oversight, please bear with me," one said.

Hou Niao returned the greeting, "Senior brother, no need for formality. It was just a matter of lifting a hand to help. As you know, I was on a mission in the Lizhi Sea."

Wu Weijiang scrutinized him carefully, not considering this man to be his competitor. His rivals were the other several True Disciples; this person’s status was far from being on the same level.

Of course, Prince Manor knew that Hou Niao had come to Shangjing to report on his duties; such news could not be kept from the manor. The reason they didn’t come to express thanks was a matter of a large family’s machinations of power and strategy.

If someone sensible had met them, they would have directly visited Prince Manor, signaling their desire to pledge allegiance, and in turn, they would be lavishly cultivated and rewarded. The so-called old affairs of Jin City would be forgotten. For someone like Hou Niao, holding an official Sikong title, even Prince Manor wouldn’t dare to disregard him lightly.

But this man had been in Shangjing for months without any fuss. Was he truly indifferent to having helped the manor? That indifference implied much.

Such is the way large families handle matters; they don’t concern themselves with short-term losses or gains but look to the future. In this world, there is no such thing as working for nothing. To have helped the manor significantly and yet show no concern—what did that signify?

Their paths do not align, and hence they do not scheme together?

"When you have some free time, you should swing by the manor. I’ve heard that, junior brother, your swordsmanship is exceptional. You managed to wash away the Southeast Daoist Sect’s humiliation on Lizhi Sea, greatly elevating our Shan Sect’s prestige. Even our family elder couldn’t stop praising you," someone suggested.

Hou Niao politely declined, "The Lizhi Sea lacks formidable competitors; it was mere luck. Prince Manor’s reputation is well-known, a pillar of the Shan Sect. Should an opportunity arise, I will surely visit."

Wu Weijiang gave him a deep look and said no more, taking the two women and leaving. No need to guess, this man had no intentions of pledging allegiance. It was just as he had anticipated; Sikong Mansion’s people were often like this, differing in ideologies and principles.

Rao Zongzhi sighed from the side, "Junior brother, congratulations, you’ve blocked another path for yourself."

Hou Niao was unconcerned, "If I offered that path to you, would you take it?"

Charity is something no true cultivator desires.

...An Elder of the Golden Core from Lingyun Pavilion appeared on the square, not wasting words, holding a scroll in his hands. It was the entrance marker to the Turing Grotto Heaven Pocket World. Every cultivator present, qualified to enter Lingyun Pavilion, was a regular in the Jade Capital’s cultivation circles, thus there was no need to verify identities.

To enter the Pocket World, two conditions were needed: one, a marker like that scroll, and the second, the activation passphrase held in the carrier’s mind. Only when combined could it be opened.

Tossing the scroll upwards, a grey, fuzzy ripple appeared before the crowd. No one showed surprise or curiosity; many here were used to such a sight and entered with composure, as though walking into a familiar bedroom.

The Turing Cave Heaven is the least dangerous of the three small worlds of the Shan Sect Quanzhen, and there’s no need to worry too much about it.

Hou Niao felt uncertain about what he would encounter after entering. He was one of the few people who knew nothing about the Turing World, with only a ribbon connecting him and Hai Xixi, which ensured they could land together.

As it’s called a world, it definitely couldn’t be small. Everyone deliberately avoided the Flash Spirit Beasts, and if they gathered together, unavoidable conflicts would arise over the same target, so it was better to separate. They would each rely on their luck to avoid disputes, even the four of them split into two groups.

Before entering, Rao Zongzhi reminded, "You only have one day. Pay attention to pacing yourself. Whether you have gains is secondary, but you must absolutely ensure your safety." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

With a shift in form, the two entered a space filled with dazzling colors, surrounded by light as if it were a fairy tale world;

Here, whether plants or animals, though their forms were bizarre, they shared one common trait: perfection.

They didn’t seem like living beings that should exist in the real world, more like the creations of a painter from the Danqing Nation, who amplified all their beautiful aspects infinitely and concealed the ugly as much as possible, glossing over it with a stroke.

Hou Niao grew cautious in his heart. He disliked such illusions and preferred to dwell in reality; at least, in the real world, one could identify dangers, rather than having everything beautified like this.

Since their first meeting, he and Hai Xixi had not communicated. This woman was very wary, keeping him at arm’s length, and he wouldn’t force the matter. Having dealt with rebellious kids like Zhao Xintong before, these issues really meant nothing to him now.

The key was, he didn’t truly want anything from Hai Xixi. When one desires nothing, one cares about nothing.

Regarding his own quest for the True Disciple’s status, he had his considerations and methods. He didn’t oppose having a Nascent Transformation ancestor supporting him from behind, but he wouldn’t grovel for it either. Doing so might not result in any gain and would definitely lead to loss.

Would the Heavenly Dao allow someone who initiated a new era of cultivation on the Jinxiu Continent to be a petty and despicable character?

In the Flash Spirit Space, there were no herds of Spiritual Beasts. Each Flash Spirit Beast was solitary, a habit derived from their unique survival status and reproductive methods, different from those of the Jinxiu Continent.

Hai Xixi saw a beautiful three-tailed marten and almost instantly fell for its cuteness, trying to approach it with goodwill, the only way to gain a Flash Spirit Beast’s recognition.

She murmured a call, a sincere smile blooming on her face, dancing gracefully with a supple body, humming a light and beautiful tune...

Finally getting close, as she reached out her hand to stroke the silky neck of the three-tailed marten, a fist suddenly appeared from behind her, then sent the marten flying far away.

The three-tailed marten cried like a baby and vanished in the mottled light and shadow in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace; Hai Xixi turned around in anger, only to see a fist before her eyes.

On the knuckle of the middle finger, a row of neat purple bite marks, and a faint voice beside her ear.

"Mid-phase Natural Dao Body, able to withstand a full-force strike from a Tongxuan Cultivator’s Flying Sword, yet unable to block the two small fangs of this little marten..."

Realizing this, everything became clear, and with that, he chose to proceed in the most Sword Cultivator manner!

Now that he possessed such potential, there was no need for him to demean himself for these trivial matters.