Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 813 - 812 Gradually Approaching

"There are three changes, the Daoist Sect’s Heavenly Kui Star, Heavenly Gang Star, and the Demon Sect’s Sirius, have all shifted; over a decade ago, the Sky Dog Star replaced Sirius, that was one change; just a few years ago, the Heavenly Heart Pavilion announced the Tianqiong Star and the Tianchen Star, both from the Daoist Sect, which represents the true situation of the continent’s constellation true inheritors."

Daoist Xi bowed in acknowledgment, as his sources were truly limited, because he never mingled in cultivation circles, and who would want to associate with a waste who joined the Dao at seventy or eighty? So many changes were never mentioned to him, and what he knew were just old tales he picked up here and there.

Seeing her grandfather’s awkward speech, Xi Lin, lacking his concerns, boldly asked, "Sky Dog Star? How could there be such a name?"

Daoist Xi hurriedly stopped her, these were not people one could casually joke about, behind each one lay a powerful faction,

But Fairy Huang didn’t mind, she laughed, "Why stop her? She didn’t name it, but this name by the Heavenly Heart Pavilion is rather fitting, isn’t it just a mad dog, biting whoever it sees, not only outsiders but its own kin as well." freёwebnoѵel.com

Daoist Xi dared not respond, and Xi Lin, frightened, was taught from a young age to be polite, yet didn’t want to let the conversation die, tried to ease, "Why would Sister say that? Does she have a vendetta against him?"

Fairy Huang patted her chest, "Dare not have a vendetta, or fear I wouldn’t make it till now; but this person, indeed rose by killing his sect brother, of course, his brother deserved to die, oh, the Sirius.

He then became the Sky Dog Star but was expelled from the sect."

She spoke out of turn, and at another table, two cultivators stood suddenly, their robes fluttered despite no wind, one glaring at her,

"Daoist, you need to be mindful of your words, beware trouble from the mouth."

Fairy Huang was nonchalant, "Did I say something wrong? I would say the same in front of Senior Brother Hou, do you think he would be upset?"

The two cultivators sensed something, "Do you know Senior Brother Hou?"

Fairy Huang proudly puffed her chest, "We once fought side by side in the northwest desert, what do you think?"

The two cultivators felt conflicted, couldn’t accuse or ignore, settled their bill, and as they left, whispered:

"Even so, you can’t speak recklessly! Quanzhen’s internal matters are not for outsiders to question, besides, Senior Brother Hou might return to the sect, remember this, Daoist!"

Upon seeing them depart, Wang Gandang complained, "You knew they were Sword Cultivators, why provoke them?"

Fairy Huang casually replied, "Precisely because they are Shan Sect Sword Cultivators, I wanted to know their attitude towards Senior Brother Hou, and it seems not bad? The lower-to-middle-level Sword Cultivators seem dissatisfied with the sect’s decisions."

The usually silent Yuan Shangyuan snorted, "Of course they’re not satisfied, without Senior Brother Hou, would they have the current reforms for True Disciples?"

Daoist Xi listened on the side, heart pounding, these matters were beyond him, Shan Sect, Demon Sect leaders, better to keep a distance.

"Satisfied with the meal, this poor Daoist must hasten the journey, thank you fellow Daoists for your guidance, I take my leave now."

Did not dare to call himself old, his appearance was aged, but his actual age might not be greater than the three before him.

The trio laughed as they watched the grandfather and grandchild leave, indifferent to his cautiousness, as ordinary Loose Cultivators were like this, overly cautious.

Once out of the tavern, Xi Lin quietly asked, "Grandfather, not waiting here?"

Daoist Xi awkwardly replied, "No, let’s move further, these three have unknown origins, better not get involved."

The grandfather and grandchild continued on their journey, people hustled and bustled on the Great Dao, including many cultivators rushing by, kicking up dust.

Xi Lin wrapped tightly in her robe, frowned, her love of cleanliness made her uncomfortable in such an environment, having no magic power meant no Protective Gang Shield, could only use the robe to block the dust.

It’s not that cultivators disregarded rules of flying, it’s that Shangyu Country now forbids flight, so everyone must walk, regardless of their Realm.

This suppressive phenomenon occurred before the fall of the Outer Space Spiritual Green, similar to the Sea God Festival at sea, as if a power from beyond is pressing against Shangyu Country, preventing cultivators within from leaving the ground, unrelated to Realm Magic Power, a rule-based suppression.

This suppression began half a year ago and is expected to last another half, the ban marks Outer Space Spiritual Green’s countdown acquisition, usually lasting a year until suppression ends, then the Outer Space Spiritual Green contention begins.

The area, within Shangyu Country, hence a timely departure to Sui Mo City is needed.

Though the grandfather and grandchild thought themselves early, most cultivators were like this, making the journey crowded with endless cultivators, carriages, and magically propelled traffic.

Cultivators had long been used to speeding through the skies, now impatient on the ground, whether by carriage or horseback, the speed unimaginable for mortals, seemingly thrilling, yet controlled easily by cultivators, just the dust was too much.

Their pace was slower, within mortal abilities, overtaken by countless cultivators along the journey, tens of thousands of Tongtian Realm cultivators converging during this period, the crowd can be imagined.

"Earlier, we passed Kujing Town on Shangyu’s border, according to the map, the next major town is Moli Town, let’s rest there until the event begins." Daoist Xi pointed on the map, feeling like a paper strategist.

Not a true cultivator, his current realm reached by self-cultivation at home, no travel, no interaction, no cultivator friends, uncertain whether he had talent or not.

Without talent, he couldn’t enter the Dao, with talent yet impossible to join before age hundred, nearly akin to entering the earth.

"Grandfather speaks true." Xi Lin retained a compliant attitude, as Daoist Xi warned of the cultivation world’s brutality, teaching her low-key endurance and not to contend with others, to survive in the chaotic cultivation world.

One day later, they reached Moli Town’s entrance, but halted, ahead two groups faced off, neither yielding.

A group of dozens, uniformly dressed, clearly from the Daoist Sect, each in feather robes and high crowns, dignified in appearance.

The other group also numbered dozens, oddly dressed, bare-chested, barefoot, in short rugged attire.

The groups were hurling insults across the avenue, any traveler wishing to pass needed considerable courage, by now a crowd had gathered at the intersection, yet none dared cross the center of the quarrel!