Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 835 - 834 Unveiling the Mist [End of the Month Vote]

With both hands joined, the Qi Gang on his palms surged, ready to forcibly seize the sword. However, as soon as the flying sword touched his hands, something felt off. He immediately leaned back and retreated, the sharp blade brushing past his face, and the Sword Gang made it clear that this flying sword could truly harm him.

This flying sword was peculiar, not just a simple physical sword. Where did this Sword Cultivator come from, with such formidable skills that make one’s hands ache?

Realizing that he couldn’t forcibly seize the flying sword, he immediately changed his tactics and kept his distance. Then, he discovered that he couldn’t even find a target to attack? This was completely different from the Sword Cultivators he had in mind.

Putting aside his contempt, he concentrated and went all out, but the Sword Cultivator’s Body Sword Skill was indeed bizarre, ever-changing, flexible and unpredictable, leaving him with no place to channel his hefty mana cultivation.

His specialty was the Earth Technique, which put him at a significant disadvantage in agility compared to the flying sword; the most powerful cultivation force in this universe was the Anchor Chain Star System, and he was merely a cultivator from a small cultivation realm near the Anchor Chain Star System, fundamentally different in Daoist lineage.

All these factors combined, the two tangled and tussled for quite some time, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Hou Niao, undaunted like a newborn calf, stood his ground, and the Golden Core Cultivator couldn’t bear to have his blade sheathed. Neither was willing to step back, resulting in a standoff...

Until the Thunder Ring on both of them suddenly flashed, followed by a Thunder Whip descending from the sky, striking neither of them could dodge, each receiving three lashes.

This time, the Thunder Whip was not transformed from the Unihorn Clan’s horn when Hou Niao first arrived, but rather an activation from the stone tower in the center of the island. The force felt much stronger, causing them to grimace in pain as their divine souls and dantians shook.

Hou Niao was directly knocked out of his Body Sword State, and the Golden Core Cultivator could no longer continue his techniques; this fight seemed to be coming to an end.

The Unihorn Clan people were too lazy to intervene in the disputes between convict cultivators, but such endless fighting was not allowed; it easily led to group brawls, which was not something these Horned Clan prison guards could permit.

Fighting must be controlled within a certain range and cannot be escalated.

After three rounds of the Thunder Whip, even someone as physically strong as Hou Niao had to land on the ground to rest briefly, watching the Golden Core Cultivator sit cross-legged to practice Breathing Control, as the unfamiliarity with Thunder Skill had affected him even more severely.

All this was actually orchestrated by him deliberately.

In prison, fighting was normal; not fighting, how could one be considered a prisoner? However, with his rich experience, he understood that fighting and killing were two different matters, and showcasing one’s toughness and becoming a target was also different.

Truly smart prisoners could establish their status through fighting, while hot-headed ones could only be dealt with by the prison guards or die due to their cellmates’ scheming; that’s the difference.

He intentionally dragged the fight into an entanglement; if he had used the power of the Five Elements Mysterious Light or Ancient Thunder Talisman, he would have been quite confident in taking down this small jailer, but the problem was that it wouldn’t solve anything.

No one could enlighten him, and he couldn’t gain any benefits; instead, it might add more opponents for him. Can he continue to kill? Not only would other convict Golden Core cultivators not tolerate it, but the Unihorn Clan people probably wouldn’t either.

Therefore, in prison fights, the essence lies in winning respect, not killing, and this is the wisdom only understood by those seasoned in the field of punishment.

For instance, now, there was a mutual reason for respect.

Standing up, he took out a bottle of wine and tossed it over; the Golden Core Cultivator was startled for a moment, hesitated briefly, but soon accepted it and drank it all. In the cell, this was the prisoners’ unspoken rule for ceasing fights and reconciling, as the saying goes, heroes cherish heroes, and prison bonds are thicker than blood.

"I’m from the South Shore Star, Wang Wang. Little brother, your skills are quite impressive. Are you from the Anchor Chain?"

Hou Niao smiled, "Hou Niao from Jinxiu World, I’m not from the Anchor Chain."

The Golden Core Cultivator shrugged, not overthinking it; generally, Middle Low Rank cultivators from small star domains aren’t well-acquainted with the universe star domain. They only have the chance to explore the mysteries of the universe when they reach the Nascent Soul Stage. Therefore, they might know that the Anchor Chain is the strongest nearby universe, but they are unaware of the many other small star domains, let alone the existence of a sealed special star domain, Jinxiu World.

Finding a clean spot, Hou Niao set a table using the Treasure Gourd with chicken, duck, and fish. Although it seemed ordinary, it held different significance for convict cultivators long away from the Mortal World. They savored it not for hunger but for the mood, a long-lost taste of the human world.

"Brother Hou, what did you do to get caught here at such a young age?"

Wang Wang was curious. Hell Star only imprisoned cultivators of the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core realms. Nascent Soul cultivators were beyond the Unihorn Clan’s capacity to detain; only Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators were securely imprisoned because even if they escaped, they had nowhere to go; the universe environment was a dead end for them.

However, relatively speaking, more Golden Core cultivators were incarcerated on Hell Star. The lower the realm of the cultivator, the lesser the harm of their crimes; hence, Hell Star has an admission threshold. It’s not just petty crimes that lead here—only those causing significant impact with ambiguous responses from various forces are sent here.

Hou Niao scratched his head, "I killed someone, hmm, seemed like it was an angel from the Upper Realm?"

Wang Wang chuckled; killing within a boundary domain wasn’t much, but if the murdered were envoys from the outside world, it became troublesome, potentially sparking friction between boundary domains. In such scenarios, sending the convict cultivator to Hell Star was quite appropriate.

This Sword Cultivator is a societal cultivator, understanding the rules, tactful in approach, making him likable; interacting with such people is meaningful—a person who can live longer...

"New arrival, I can probably guide you on some things; it’s far better than you blundering around aimlessly."

Hou Niao thanked him; wasn’t that exactly what he was striving for before? No one would easily share the survival secrets with you; some tactics were necessary to earn respect, making you a friend to be relied upon was just the beginning.

"Brother Dao, I see there don’t seem to be many people here? Is it just this place, or is all of Hell Star’s Nineteen Island States like this?"

Wang Wang took a sip of wine, savoring the flavor, "This topic is long to explain, let me take my time to narrate."

He pointed outside, "Hell Star’s Nineteen Island States, not all of them imprison convict cultivators, one of the island states has a different purpose, which I’ll talk about later.

The Nineteen Island States are respectively Yizhou, Er State, San State, Sizhou, Wu State..."

Hou Niao shook his head, interrupting rudely, "Wait a minute, Yi Er San Si Wu? One Two Three Four Five? Is that what you mean?"

Wang Wang stifled a laugh, "It’s not that I mean it this way, but that’s exactly what the Unihorn Clan means. They are somewhat impatient with human culture, so they named them by numbers, which is convenient; our island is called Shiqi State, which means the seventeenth..."

Hou Niao chuckled, "Quite good, easy to understand."

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