Demon Sword Sect's Undercover

The flying sword failed to be effective, so Hou Niao called over Li Chuping, Yu Zhengxing, and Nineteenth Aunt,

"Let's go back and get reinforcements now. Any objections?"

This was a moment of decision. It was hard to precisely master the timing; even now, the outcome relied heavily on luck.

"Let's send the message. Overthinking will only make things more confusing; let's deal with what's in front of us first," Li Chuping agreed.

"No time to wait, the Sea Clan main forces are returning. It could be tens or even hundreds of thousands of troops, and we can't hold out for long. If the Sea Clan moves these eggshells, it will be even more difficult to locate them," Yu Zhengxing supported.

Hou Niao looked toward Little Peacock, "Nineteenth Aunt, head back to Dushan now and tell Xu Master not to worry so much or fear the Sea Clan will take advantage of the gap in our southwest to land. For the sake of these eggshells, even if the southwest suffers losses, it is worth it."

Little Peacock nodded, somewhat reluctant, but she knew it wasn't the time to be willful,

Hou Niao grabbed her, "Tell Xu Master not to only bring Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators, but also include Foundation Establishment! Especially our Sword Sect and Body Cultivation, or he can gather those brave and combative Loose Cultivators!"

Li Chuping frowned, "Why? Foundation Establishment cultivators are practically just cannon fodder in such circumstances."

Hou Niao quietly said, "If, if the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain's restrictions are restored, everyone won't be able to fly, techniques and divine skills unusable, and will have to fight on the ground?"

Li Chuping was shocked, "You have a way..."

Hou Niao wryly smiled, "I'm not sure, but there's a possibility; if that's the case, Foundation Establishment cultivators will become useful, and even the Blue Mountain natives. When the Sea Clan can't fly and divine skills are hindered, these natives' witchcraft could become handy."

Li Chuping glared at him, "No wonder you wanted me to contact the native Saintess, you've been planning this all along, but this way, these natives might suffer great losses."

Hou Niao was unmoved, "It's their land, their islands, and in the future, they will control it. Shouldn't they pay the price? Or should we have our Sword Cultivators shed blood on their behalf?"

Yu Zhengxing slapped his thigh, "That logic is sound, Old Li, if there's no bloodshed, there's no appreciation!"

Li Chuping was irate, "I'm not being soft-hearted; I just hate that this guy clearly had an idea all along but pretended to be a fool twirling around those two Upper Realm Daoists..."

Hou Niao advised lastly, "Tell Xu Master not to consider travel plans, concealment, or secrecy—it's unnecessary! Just get here as fast and in as large a number as possible, and tell him the Sea Clan will be waiting for them here."

Little Peacock, of course, understood his meaning, having been involved throughout and understanding the whole shift of events,

"Well, be careful, since the Sea Clan will surely come here, there's no need to fight to the death..."

Little Peacock left, traveling through the Otherworldly Space, as only her body could withstand the tearing force of space. If Hou Niao entered, it would be like a meat grinder—he'd go in whole and come out minced.

The Sword Cultivators had already spread out, some to contact the natives—perhaps they wouldn't need them, but better to be prepared, just in case.

Another group was responsible for guarding Blue Mountain Island; he didn't want to be ambushed by these sea creatures.

He floated over Blue Mountain Island, meticulously combing through the terrain mile by mile—where there was a mountain, where there was a river, where there was a gully, where there was a slope... These things normally have little significance in a cultivator battle, but in mortal warfare, they mattered greatly.

Deployments, ambushes, surprise attacks—the terrain and topography are of utmost importance. Blue Mountain Island wasn't small; completing everything was no easy task.

It took three full days to draw a comprehensive map of Blue Mountain's terrain, especially within three hundred miles of the two Divine Mountains.

Then he found Li Chuping, "Capital Commandant, how's the contact going?"

Li Chuping was a bit anxious, "I found their Saintess, and they agreed to act with us, but with two preconditions: one, that the Holy Mountain's restrictions restore; two, that we cultivators act first."

Hou Niao wasn't surprised; these were very normal terms. Only if the Yuan Magnetic Divine Mountain's restrictions were restored would the cultivators find most of their abilities unusable, giving the natives a fighting chance with the help of witchcraft, otherwise, it would be slaughter, not a fight.

As for the cultivators striking first, the natives were afraid of being sold out by these outsiders, pushed to take the brunt while the cultivators reaped the rewards from behind.

After being ravaged by the Sea Clan before, the Blue Mountain natives had lost a significant part of their population. If it happened again, they faced annihilation, so their caution was understandable—they'd been scared to death by the slaughter.

"Alright, we mustn't push them too hard, lest things go awry; Capital Commandant, take a look at this map of Blue Mountain I've drawn over the past few days."

Li Chuping gave it a quick glance and approved of his caution—this guy's actions were truly reckless in strategy but exceedingly cautious in tactical details, which was a good habit.

None of them really wanted to waste too much of the Sword Sect's strength here, particularly on Demon Beasts; these elite disciples were the hope for the Sword Sect's future. In another fifty years, some would ascend another level, which was vital as they didn't know what upheavals Heaven Creation might bring.

These Golden Core Sword Cultivators were their ultimate reliance, as for the Foundation Establishment disciples, time wasn't in their favor.

"Not bad, what do you propose?"

Hou Niao drew a circle with a three-hundred-mile radius centered on the two Divine Mountains on the map, "Capital Commandant, look, if we set the battlefield above the Divine Mountain, it's likely to fall within this range. Once the Primordial Magnetic Restriction reappears, everyone from both sides will be stuck within this circle!

The issue then is, if the Sea Clan decides to flee, how do we stop them?

This is an island, and no matter which direction they flee, they'll end up in the sea. Once they're in the sea, we can't chase them; the key is how to hold them off, at least to delay them."

Li Chuping understood, "You mean to have the Blue Mountain natives set up defenses in advance at all key passes within this three-hundred-mile circle?"

Hou Niao chuckled, "Exactly, three hundred miles out, the Sea Clan won't notice, any closer and it's uncertain; currently, there are still millions of Blue Mountain natives, finding hundreds of thousands of strong ones won't be difficult. They just need to hold out for a while, and we'll come to their aid."

Li Chuping studied it carefully, "Alright, I'll make the arrangements. I think if it's just an ambush, it can be done."