Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 733 - 732 Golden Bloodline 1

Spending a month in Kangba Zuoqi was the month that Hou Niao gave out the most interest in his life; he felt like his principal was nearly handed out entirely.

This demoness didn’t even rest during the special time that women have every month, because she always had alternative methods, which forced him to admit what professional skills and work attitude were.

He actually started to look forward to the arrival of those Grassland swordsmen, hoping they would come quickly so he could get some rest— even the village donkeys weren’t used like this.

Fortunately, this time Heaven seemed to have heard his pleas...

The newcomers totaled three, and since they didn’t possess the Daoist Sect’s facial preservation techniques, one could easily ascertain their approximate ages. Two were slightly younger, and one was a bit older, but likely not over a hundred years old.

The people of the Golden Bloodline tribes might not practice Daoist skills but they did practice swordsmanship and body skills, so their lifespan was similar to human cultivators and far beyond that of mortals.

The two elders frowned as they observed the pair; this Central Plains woman had come here to propagate teachings for decades, always alone and without a companion. That’s why they treated her with respect, admiring the woman’s bold spirit and not wishing to force her hand.

But now, seeing two arrivals, what did it signify? Had this woman started to summon help?

"Shi Bu, may I ask how this one should be addressed?"

Hou Niao knew what he was thinking. Among cultivators, some things were tacitly understood, so misunderstandings that led to conflict were rare. It would be an understatement to say cultivators’ wisdom was belittled by conflict over trivial communication errors or squabbles leading to life-and-death fights— all were the finest of their kind, the sharpest of minds. Unless it was a deliberate act of feigning ignorance to stir up trouble, there was nothing that couldn’t be clarified.

"Hou Niao, coming to Kangba Zuoqi was by chance, not as an invited reinforcement; but now that I’ve encountered the situation, I cannot stand idly by. Could we please have each side take a step back as a favor to me?"

Shi Bu’s expression was cold and stern, "We Grassland people don’t understand compromise. Once a rule is broken, there will be others to follow, leading to endless trouble."

Hou Niao knew it would be like this, so he was very straightforward, "In that case, what are the rules of the Grassland?"

Shi Bu’s eyes grew cold, "Friendship!"

Hou Niao asked with a smile, "And how does one become a friend?"

Without hesitation, Shi Bu replied, "By besting me in swordplay!"

Hou Niao unsheathed his sword, "Then let’s begin."

Fairy Dong silently moved aside, not at all surprised; although a woman, she understood men well and knew this was the way of swordsmen. Words were useless; only by defeating an opponent in their strongest area could the utmost respect be won.

Especially for the straightforward Grassland people, fighting was the preferred method. Of course, it had to be by their customs. If one used the Daoist Sect’s approach, they wouldn’t acknowledge you even if you beat them to death, let alone entertain any schemes or tricks.

This was exactly why she had to find a Sword Cultivator to help her. No one else would do, and among the Sword Cultivators she knew, who could compare to this fellow?

Instead of stepping forward, Shi Bu moved back, allowing one of the younger swordsmen behind him to come forth. This was a tall and mighty swordsman, who imposed a great sense of pressure through his stature, with long arms and legs and a frightening broadsword, almost as big as a door panel.

All three were on the Tongtian Realm level, with the pure Body Cultivation classified differently than the Daoist Sect’s system, but definitely not Golden Core.

Hou Niao did not emphasize his Cultivation in the Tongtian Natural Realm; it was pointless to draw such distinctions with these Grassland Tribes people—they didn’t care for such details.

"Shi Ye, please enlighten me."

Hou Niao, with one hand on the hilt of his longsword on his back and the other hand extended forward, was inviting the other party to strike first; in the Central Plains, this was a gesture seniors made to juniors as a way to start, or if age didn’t matter, it was an invitation from the host to the guest; in the present context, it was somewhat presumptuous, for here he was certainly not the host, the Grassland people were.

But there was no helping it; if he were to strike first, his opponent wouldn’t even have a chance to draw their sword.

The Grassland people weren’t so concerned with formalities and were not the type to engage in a war of words. Seeing his self-important setup, the most direct way to deal with him was to defeat him, better than a thousand words.

The broadsword was raised, concentration and breath held, a powerful aura emanating;

This was an experienced swordsman, who showed not the slightest underestimation or carelessness before combat, embodying the basic quality of a swordsman: putting one’s all into every stroke, regardless of life or death.

In a mere instant, the momentum was gathered, a loud shout issued, and with a firm step, the swordsman stepped out flatly, his powerful presence intimidating; with a swing of the broadsword, a simple mid-level horizontal cut was made, yet it also captured the true essence of the sword.

Indeed, the use of a sword should not involve too much fuss and frills.

He wouldn’t consider what Daoist skill his opponent used; his entire being was wrapped in the Sword Gang, fearless of spells.

As Hou Niao advanced, he also stepped up decisively, the twin swords meeting without any fancy techniques, crossing past each other amidst a grating sound that could set one’s teeth on edge; during this close exchange, both longswords exuded Sword Gang fluctuations, a sight that was breathtakingly heart-stopping, even to Fairy Dong who knew the outcome, yet still felt a tremor in her heart.

With a horizontal sword block, Hou Niao vibrated his longsword rapidly within a small area, keeping his opponent’s Great Power Pure Gang at the periphery. With a thrust of the sword tip and a knock of the hilt, Shi Ye’s chest point was lightly struck, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up.

To true swordsmanship, the sword hilt could serve as a weapon too, and when used with a pure heart, what need was there for a fixed form?

The outcome was decided, and Hou Niao’s force was just right. After he leaped away, Shi Ye circulated his breath and already stood up, still somewhat bewildered by his defeat. It happened too quickly.

Another young swordsman drew his sword and burst forward, only to be stopped by Shi Bu’s sharp shout, "Stand back!"

He had watched from the sidelines with clarity; this man’s sword technique was as pure as it could get, a victory that was fair and undeniable, leaving no room for dispute.

Watching from the sidelines, he was not a rash person either; every move of this stranger was the epitome of a swordsman’s demeanor, grounded, without frivolous spells, without opportunism, without trickery...

Stepping forward, he slowly drew his longsword, "May I ask, from where does your sword hail?"

"My sword hails from Quanzhen!"

Shi Bu’s heart tightened, just as he had expected. On the Jinxiu Continent, if there was anyone who could defeat them, those of the Golden Bloodline with the sword, it might well be the Shan Sect Quanzhen.

"Do you have a purpose for coming here?"

"I have already said, I was passing by. I have no specific purpose."

"In that case, should you defeat me, the left flag of Kangba shall be yours to command!"

Hou Niao was speechless, "What do I want with this place? To keep it for milking sheep? I simply believe that since my friend only teaches maps and literacy, not touching upon the principles of cultivation, and does not interfere with the swordsmanship heritage of your Golden Bloodline, then there really is no need to mobilize a great force as if spreading heresy here. Since when have we swordsmen been so lacking in self-confidence? Must we insist on keeping our people illiterate? Afraid to let them contact the outside world? Shut the doors and falsely elevate ourselves?

Let me tell you, the true essence of the sword lies in not fearing challenges!"