Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 807 - 806: Quietly Approaching

The group returned to Kangba Left Banner and continued to train their swords, but Shi Le’s mind was clearly elsewhere, as he sidled up to Hou Niao,

"Senior Brother, should we move towards Nifu Swamp in advance? We could monitor the situation closely and react immediately if any opportunities arise?"

He still couldn’t let go of the two deceased brothers, embodying the grassland people’s nature; once holding grudges, they wouldn’t rest until avenged.

Hou Niao shook his head, "You don’t understand the Daoist Sect, especially the Wu Sect. After the last incident, they’ve become jumpy, they won’t trust us. Before making any moves, they’ll definitely come to check on us. If we leave, we’ll be exposed."

"Will they suspect us?"

"Not to that extent, but they will be cautious, come openly or covertly to satisfy their concerns; it’s fine, we’ll wait for them to pass by, it takes only three days to cross the grassland, we’ll make it in time.

Moreover, their internal conflicts also require time, there’s no need for us to go too early."

After sending Shi Le away, Hou Niao fell into contemplation.

He didn’t want to inform Li Chuping about this, and it was also a bit late. The Shan Sect Sword Cultivators couldn’t gather forces to punch through right after receiving news; Li Chuping’s idea of stirring trouble is purely playing tricks within moral public opinion, he’d never step into the scene personally, he’s not foolish enough to overshadow and draw hatred towards Quanzhen.

He didn’t want to waste effort on such trivial schemes, either to act or to observe, seeing through Sikong Mansion’s unsophisticated tactics was frustrating.

He didn’t intend to change anything, and in the fighting between Wu Sect and Lian Sect, he couldn’t change anything no matter how much grassland power was exerted.

Without the backing of a Nascent Transformation Master, everything truly felt precarious. Thus, just for the sake of face, risking plunges into grassland extermination was disproportionate.

Many grassland cultivators venture out every year, and thirty percent never return. Can face truly be recovered?

Carrying the burden of a race’s rise and fall, one must think carefully before acting.

Days passed, and most grassland Sword Cultivators nearly forgot the unpleasantness at Shuanggou Market, continuing their Flying Sword practice. The brief skirmish with Wu Sect Daoists brought many problems beyond their imagination, which needed solutions one by one.

On this day, three days before the Lianhua Holy Meeting of Lian Sect, a Daoist abruptly appeared in Kangba Left Banner. Under everyone’s gaze, he delivered a barrel of wine and several pastries to Shi Le, expressed apologies, and promised hospitality should they travel to the Southwest, and left elegantly.

Seeing this, the grassland swordsmen were astounded, was this it? So casually perfunctory, like giving to beggars?

And this so-called Immortal Wine, the most famed pastries of the Southwest, treating these people like uncultured bumpkins.

He couldn’t help but feel malicious rage boiling inside.

Shi Le’s veins pulsed on his neck, knowing there was reason behind this; as the bitter rivals to Shan Sect Quanzhen, Wu Sect has long attempted to win over the grassland’s Golden Bloodline unsuccessfully, as the grassland people are honest yet not foolish, refusing to be used as pawns; in Wu Sect’s eyes, this was ungrateful.

Failing to win them over, Wu Sect abandoned such futile efforts in the last couple of hundred years. The grassland Sword Sect wasn’t worthwhile anyway, trivial at best, their initial outreach merely to spite Shan Sect Quanzhen, not truly seeking reliance.

This time, throwing down these few items was an insult, indicating they’re only worth this much, condescendingly.

Shi Le kicked the barrel to shards, gritting his teeth, "Judging by the time, they should have departed from Shuanggou Market already, sent someone just to check us out, now they’re assured?"

Hou Niao remained expressionless, this behavior is still too deliberate, lacking magnanimity, "Gather people, send out scouts, ensure a clear view within a fifty-mile radius; we depart an hour later, are the routes planned?"

Shi Le grimaced, "Rest assured, no one knows the grassland better than us, guaranteeing they won’t discover our tracks."

An hour later, nearly a hundred grassland Sword Cultivators skimmed the ground in flight, each wearing a wide grass-green cloak; so low that from above, it seemed they were running on the grass, effectively reducing Divine Sense detection, like a herd of galloping wild horses, mingling among the herds on the grassland.

"Senior Brother, observe, as long as we don’t close in within twenty miles, they won’t discover us, yet we can easily spot airborne targets fifty miles away." Shi Le chuckled.

Hou Niao had to remind him, "You must understand, we may just observe the commotion, not necessarily engage, let me state clearly, without orders, no one is allowed to initiate conflict."

The grassland Sword Cultivators familiar with the terrain, skimmed closely to draw a bow curve, they didn’t need to be ahead of Wu Sect cultivators, only needed to be at the right place at the right time, of course, all decided by Hou Niao.

In matters concerning the rise and fall of grassland clans, no one dared to be careless.

Three days later, the Sword Cultivators arrived at a depression, lush with vegetation, invisible from above, formerly a large pond.

Shi Le introduced, "This is Langya Lake, though few know of it now; less than ten miles ahead lies Lian Country’s inland, forty miles further is Nifu Swamp, according to timing, the Lianhua Holy Meeting likely started already."

Hou Niao glanced back, nearly a hundred grassland Sword Cultivators concealed in the grass depression were truly invisible, masked in aura, cloaked in confusion, with herds of cattle and sheep nearby, an epitome of disguise.

Years of experience living and cultivating here granted them deep integration capabilities with the environment, greatly benefiting him.

He handed Hou Niao a Spiritual Beast Bag, "Inside are three grassland hawks, though ordinary species, their flight speed isn’t slow. Most importantly, they won’t attract cultivators’ attention; fifty miles from here to Nifu Swamp, hawks take less than a moment to reach, the safest communication method given the current situation." freewebnøvel_com

Hou Niao nodded, taking the Spiritual Beast Bag, "I repeat, actions should be based on my judgments, no unauthorized decisions, fully understand the consequences of carelessness."

Shi Le smiled, "Senior Brother said this many times, rest assured, we are clear enough on this, won’t put ourselves in danger."

Hou Niao looked afar, "I’ll try to approach them, look for opportunities to strike, but cannot guarantee anything. Also, inform them not to cause sword whistles while flying, afraid others don’t know you’re here?"