Demon Sword Sect's Undercover

Chapter 1035: Cang Sea Sword Tide



Beneath the calm surface of Dushan, undercurrents surged.

The Golden Core Sword Cultivators who received the orders began to go and collect supplies, primarily various types of elixirs to replenish mana; they hadn't yet received specific tasks, except for a few core members.

A hundred cultivators skilled in Body Sword Skill, with the Grassland Sword Lineage as the main group; a hundred traditional sword cultivators, all proficient in Sword Light Division, deeply immersed in the Sword Jumping Path.

The preparations were fairly simple because sword cultivators do not require much logistical support, carrying all their belongings with them, free from attachments.

He longed for the sword gathering at Xiao Mountain as described by Yue Duo, where no prior notice was needed—a senior brother could resonate the swords in the sky, and countless sword lights would respond, whistling back and forth; but that might be in the future, as Dushan could not achieve this yet.

Sword Dao Spirit requires a lengthy time, countless trials by blood and fire, needing success, and needing failure even more.

… Xiao Man finally moved into the Dushan she had dreamed of, living in a small ice house under the Tongtian Sword Tower along with many other young cultivators like her; among them, she had the lowest realm and strength.

Master Hai once asked her if she wished to stay at her Sword Mansion or live with the young cultivators, and she chose the latter without hesitation; since she had started, she believed she wouldn't lose to anyone.

She might be bullied, might be looked down upon due to her low strength, but she could endure it; she was already eighteen years old.

So what? People say the sect hierarch's big brother, even in his twenties, is only in the Pulse Feeling Realm now; what of it?

Having just arrived, she felt a bit unfamiliar facing companions who were much younger yet whose realms were significantly higher, but she wouldn't isolate herself; if she was unaccustomed, she would work to adapt, as she did now, standing in the open space before the ice field, watching her companions practice and spar and joke, this was the life she aspired to.

This was just the first day, merely the beginning.

Suddenly, a young companion pointed above, "Look quickly, Gathering Sword!"

They resided at the foot of the mountain, at the edge of the Tongtian Sword Tower complex; even at night, looking up at the sky, there were no clouds, the stars clear as if right before their eyes.

Sword cultivators soared up from the Shaking Light Sword Palace halfway up the mountain, not flying high, gathering above the palace buildings silently, forming a dark mass.

The speed of gathering swords was quick, forming within moments, then sword cultivators assembled into two arrays of a hundred each, a massive wedge shape sweeping down the mountainside, coincidentally flying over the ice field where they were.

Though they did not deliberately emit a forceful presence, an unintended aura sharp to the extreme spread out, moving everyone.

The silent sword cultivators, the silent array, as they swept down the mountain foothills, the stars seemed to lose their radiance.

They flew so low, low enough that they could clearly see every person's face; leading them was their sect hierarch, the legendary figure of the Sword Sect, Hou Niao.

This kind of formation, combined with the whispers of demon beasts causing chaos across the continent, made it clear what these elders were off to do!

The young cultivators shouted out madly below, the scene stirring their blood, hoping fervently to become one of them, galloping across the continent, unrivaled in Jinxiu.

It didn't matter; that day would surely come sooner or later.

Amid the chaotic cries of the young cultivators, the sword array cut across the mountain foot, vanishing into the peaks of the Snow Mountain. Each young cultivator picked up their sword, if they wished to join one day, they would need to double their efforts now.

… Hou Niao braced against the biting cold wind, feeling a surge of bravery in his heart.

From leading Fang Yazi and Wang Mian in an assault on the rat's nest in Yinling to now commanding two hundred elite Golden Core sword cultivators, it took him less than two hundred years.

The passion was still there, the team continually growing stronger, now a force that could topple any power on the Jinxiu Continent, even forcing ten Nascent Soul Masters to retreat before them.

He could be certain that such strength could defy the beast tide, and if not aiming for annihilation, no one could stop their sword traces.

Actually, most sword cultivators here didn't even know where the sect hierarch would take them, but that didn't matter; following him would make them part of legends, a consensus among those of the Sword Sect.

They hadn't ascended in height, but after flying out of the Snow Mountains, their altitude was over two thousand zhang, like two massive wild goose flocks, heading continuously south.

Of course, the Sword Sect also had floating rafts, and even a large raft capable of accommodating everyone at once, but on a cultivator's expedition, many aspects need consideration; flying with their own bodies offers a significant difference.

Flying via sword control is faster and more flexible, switching to battle mode in an instant, most importantly, a fast-moving large raft would produce powerful spiritual pressure at the raft's bow, transmitting very far—valuable for a Daoist Sect's imposing presence over Dushan, validating their existence, but revealing their presence far too early if heading to battle.

The greatest advantage of the raft is providing a place for rest, saving mana, very comfortable.

Thus, sword cultivators seldom use rafts to the battlefield, preferring to fly via sword control; between safety and comfort, the choice seems obvious.

At two thousand zhang altitude, few cultivators come across, the beast tide's beginnings showing signs, this news spreading rapidly across the continent, every Daoist Sect gathering its disciples, suspending all travel and visits, seeking to find their place, forming collective strength, the ultimate strategy to confront the beast tide's approach.

Occasional cultivators who encounter would wisely avoid, facing such a great sword formation, only those with a defective brain would fail to retreat, much like halting the progress of a mortal army, obstructing would entail a single outcome—there's no reasoning to be done here.

Heading all the way south.

… Anhe Palace, Master Xiao and his cultivators had just returned, not having time to drink tea before the Wild Geese Letter caught up, checking with his Divine Sense, the old Master was speechless,

"Take a look, the Sword Sect has already started moving."

Master An felt helpless, "So quickly? With whom? Has the Sea Demon attacked Dushan?"

The few who read the Wild Geese Letter were astounded by the Sword Sect's audacity and recklessness, invading like fire, sweeping like wind—with no need to question, this was Hou Gou Zi's idea, no one else is so crazy nor capable of deploying from Lihai within half a day.

The old Masters all looked to Daoist Xiang Tianfeng, although his realm was merely Golden Core, his prowess and insights deserved their admiration, his reputation true to form.

Daoist Xiang Tianfeng was entirely unfazed, casually snorting, "Were it the Qingkong Xiao Mountain Sword Lineage, the news coinciding with the sword cultivators' mobilization! They took a full half-day, rather leisurely indeed! Still, at least some momentum remains, barely qualifying them as a Sword Sect—barely."


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