Chapter 1130: Chapter 1129: Finding a Helper
Actually, all of these visitors from the Upper Realm had sensed sothing; their instincts were no less sharp than Hou Niao’s, perhaps even more acute. When the story of the Investiture of the Gods began to spread across the Continent, they imdiately realized sothing.
No matter how ethereal, it’s still a possibility.
“I hope it’s not like this. This matter is too big for us to handle,” Yijie the Monk said rationally.
Several people fell silent because of the unknown, thus they were fearful. They considered mythical stories like the Investiture of the Gods a possibility, which also bred anxiety and was hard to dispel. As the ti for the Heaven Creation of Jinxiu approached, that unease lingered in every cultivator’s heart. The slower ones were better off, while the sharp ones suffered.
Because they were powerless, they didn’t even know what preparations to make?
Before sending this group into the Altar Cave Heaven, trouble found him first.
“Only thirty percent of the Stone Fetus remains. How am I supposed to use it to steal into Grotto Heaven?” Little Peacock was very unhappy.
She is now freely bouncing between the Hong Ye Academy in Dushan, with no one to restrain her; Hou Niao had promised once to take her to steal treasures from others, but this ti Hou Niao denied it and even damaged the Stone Fetus, leaving her with fewer thods.
Hou Niao laughed dryly, “There was no choice, otherwise I couldn’t have gotten out…”
Little Peacock insisted, “I don’t care, you compensate for the Stone Fetus, I cannot use spatial abilities myself…”
Hou Niao’s eyes turned, knowing what this ancestor really intended was to head out for an adventure, regardless of the danger, as long as it was thrilling.
“Aunt Nineteen, as an apology, I’d like to invite you to undertake a mission with . But this mission is particularly dangerous, so I’m not sure…”
Little Peacock jumped up and hung onto his shoulder, “Take , take ! It’s been quiet for twenty years since the battle of Blue Mountain, it’s driving crazy.”
Hou Niao whispered, “In three years, there’s a Demon Gathering in the Kneecap Desert, I’ve heard top-notch Demon Clan mbers from all over will be invited. I want to go there to stir things up, but I’m a bit isolated alone, I need a competent helping hand.”
Little Peacock listened excitedly, “I’m capable! And they won’t suspect , this task is perfect for , it’s settled then. Hmm, it’s only three years which isn’t much ti, but you better not sneak away, or I’d really be angry.”
Hou Niao reassured her, “Impossible! It’s not feasible to infiltrate the Demon Gathering without Aunt Nineteen’s help. Alone, I’d attract too much attention and risk being exposed.”
Little Peacock instantly got into the mood, “Infiltrate? Not storm in? That’s challenging. Little Niao, I’m telling you, your understanding of Outer Space fierce demons might be insufficient, so tell your plan.”
Hou Niao intended to leverage her ability, taking out the torn rag retrieved from Fang Yazi, “Aunt Nineteen, watch carefully.”
He draped the rag over his face and transford into a Tiger Demon; naturally, with a tiger’s head but human body. In many cases, the Demon Clan liked this half-transford state, enabling them to exert their innate divine skills while still fighting with weapons.
He demonstrated briefly, turning into a Cow Demon, Snake Demon, Donkey Demon, etc., changing heads while keeping the body. This is the limitation of the rag’s ability; it doesn’t actually allow humans to fully transform into demon beasts’ forms, with the exception of the Mosquito Daoist state—unfortunately, the rag’s only ultimate transformation form.
After watching his performance, Little Peacock shook her head, “Little Niao, one thing you must understand, just as the Demon Clan finds it hard to be perfect in the human world, humans can’t seamlessly integrate into the Demon’s circles. It’s a difference in bloodlines between races, not sothing external that can fully conceal. Especially with many Outer Space demons involved, it’s simply impossible.”
She paused, attempting to explain thoroughly, “Thank goodness you have a conscience and intend to take along, otherwise you’d likely not know how you’d be exposed; the mask can hide your human aura but cannot generate demonic blood power. Among the Demon Clan probing each other, the most effective thod indeed is a clash of demonic powers—though it seems barbaric, it’s revealing imdiately.
If you turned into a Tiger Demon and were collided by other monsters, you’d have no choice but to resist with human inner breath, which is entirely different from bloodline demonic power. So Great Demons even possess special bloodline divine skills, making it even less likely to fool anyone. At such a Demon Gathering, with nurous demons and many fierce demons gathered, it creates a formidable demon blood force field under which any non-demonic bloodline creature would be exposed; you’re thinking too simplistically.
Just like on the Dushan Heavenly Sword Platform, when thousands of sword cultivators launch their flying swords, is there any monster capable of hiding?”
Hou Niao was speechless, still having thought things too simplistically. Places where Outer Space fierce demons gather are far from the ntally slow dirtbags of Yinling back then.
The victory of the human-demon war had made the whole human race sowhat complacent, but in fact, on Jinxiu Continent, the Demon Clan was never a race readily manipulated.
“Aunt Nineteen, what do you think should be done?”
Little Peacock smiled smugly, “It’s simple, if you can’t pretend to be a demon, why not pretend to be a human? Change into another appearance with that torn rag of yours, as long as no one knows you’re the Sect Leader of the Sword Sect, then there’s no problem.”
Hou Niao was still sowhat confused, “Show up boldly?”
Little Peacock smirked mischievously, “Human cultivators have the tradition of mastering the Demon Clan, so naturally the Demon Clan also has the habit of enslaving human cultivators; it’s no different. The Universe Cultivation Realm is like this, and so is Jinxiu Continent, it’s just that you can’t see it inland.
But in the depths of the sea, beyond the desert, at the mountain’s end, enslaving humans is no novelty for the Demon Clan. Just like in the inland, human cultivators can openly master the Demon Clan.
You only need to be my… hmm, a riding pet won’t work, you’re not fast enough; a labor slave won’t work either, you lack the skill; just be a human pet that serves demons then.”
Hou Niao wanted to retort but found no reason to refute; given the feasibility, Little Peacock’s thod was still very reliable; her ancient beast blood was pure, so there was no concern of exposure, and posing as a human pet was no issue, he was human after all.
“Aunt Nineteen, can’t we co up with a more dignified identity? You see, being a dignified Sect Leader, if this got out, how would I face people?”
Little Peacock snorted, “You’re changing appearance anyway; what is there to fear? Once it’s done, we can run away, no need to worry about being seen. Besides, are there humans in the desert? Even in the eyes of those undead creatures, it doesn’t matter, right?”
Reviews
All reviews (0)