234: Chapter 233: Heroes in Turbulent Tis 234: Chapter 233: Heroes in Turbulent Tis Hou Niao felt the pressure wasn’t great, but standing from his perspective, he also couldn’t see the overall situation of the doctrinal discussions, nor did he care to.
He didn’t know that his persistence had indirectly brought about so many deep-seated ideas, long-term plans, deceit, and infighting…
To him, it was actually about fulfilling the promise to the old Daoist Chong Ling, continuing what the old Daoist had persisted in.
As for the rest, to hell with them.
The monks had so gaps in combat strength compared to the Daoists, perhaps because the True Disciples hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet?
But if the Buddhist Sect went about it this way, him taking on five or sixty people alone wouldn’t be a dream, it would be a very realistic outco.
If that really happened, regardless of the final result, where would the Buddhist Sect’s face go?
The True Inheritors of the Wu Sect had seemingly disappeared without a trace.
He firmly rembered a principle: keep it simple, even simpler, and just treat this situation as an opportunity to train himself.
He was accelerating the cultivation of his Sword Consciousness.
There are many thods to cultivate Sword Consciousness, but the most effective one is combat, constant victory; like an army that always wins, not because the soldiers are particularly brave, or because the general is unparalleled in strategy, but because of a belief in constant victory.
Such a belief can help an army not to give up even in adversity, because they firmly believe that the ultimate victory will definitely belong to them.
The army is so, and so are people.
This process is where a person and a sword mutually cultivate their beliefs, ensuring confidence, creating an invincible presence, and an unyielding process.
For Hou Niao, it’s Sword Consciousness; for Lonely Sword, it’s the consciousness of the person.
Mutually achieving greatness, eventually reaching the realm of unity between man and sword.
Such a realm can’t be ford overnight, nor can it be achieved by a flash of brilliance; that which cos quickly goes quickly, what cos easily goes lightly, that’s the principle of cultivation.
The true Sword Consciousness is that even at the juncture of life and death, one doesn’t abandon the other, still trusting each other, still being each other’s life or death.
That is what he was doing now.
It was sothing deeper, not simply about killing, but about victory, belief, promises, persistence, and so on.
A great opportunity given by the heavens; otherwise, where would he find so many high-level peers to help him train his Sword Consciousness in ordinary tis?
He was very grateful.
Until he t an acquaintance.
“I am the last Buddhist disciple to arrive; after , there will be no other monks coming,” Tideng Monk said very seriously.
Hou Niao was sowhat speechless, “Little Monk, are you ssing up my good thing?
There haven’t even been twenty who have co, isn’t it far from enough?
And what about the True Disciples of the Buddhist Sect?”
Tideng Monk responded indifferently, “Every disciple of the Buddhist Sect is a True Inheritor; there is no true or false distinction; you wish to use the Buddhist Sect as your Sword Grinding Stone, how naive!”
Hou Niao chuckled bitterly, “So friends are really there to sabotage each other, huh?
With so many of you left, you’re just going to stand by and watch?”
Tideng briefly explained the situation, “…So, I think that includes the Wu Sect, no one is going to trouble you, you should be thanking .”
The Wu Sect just took the opportunity to back down gracefully, redirecting their limited manpower elsewhere; the Buddhist Sect provoked fights everywhere, leaving Taihao too preoccupied to care.
“Everyone rushed in a ss and left in a ss, all happy in the end.”
Hou Niao brandished his sword to chop, “I’ll slaughter you first, you bald thief!”
Tideng turned and ran, “Just because I can’t beat you now doesn’t an I can’t beat you later, Hou.
Sooner or later, I’ll make you pay.”
One made a feint attack, and the other really ran, turning it into a farce.
In fact, the entire Southwest discussion of Dao was evolving into a farce.
Hou Niao was genuinely causing chaos, while the major powers pretended to be confused.
Since it was no longer possible to achieve any aningful outco, they might as well return to the previous state of chaos.
What followed beca rather boring for him since no one wanted to waste their precious combat power in that direction.
Losing would be embarrassing, and winning didn’t seem to prove much, so he had inadvertently turned the focus of this Southwest discussion into sothing utterly unappetizing.
As for the struggles at the other banners, they had beco less important; in fact, without the cornerstone of the Southwest discussion, what did it prove no matter how many banners one took?
This chaos continued for another three days, until finally, the curtain fell.
The result was as murky as the overall situation in the Southwest.
The Wu Sect still managed to secure six flags with their profound foundation.
This result sounded good, but considering they originally held four flags, they only gained two more, which was a bit underwhelming.
Most importantly, they failed to capture any of the Daoist flags from Quanzhen and Anhe, which by that asure ant failure.
The Quanzhen Sect obtained three flags, Anhe one, and two from the Wu Sect.
In terms of numbers, the Demon Sect failed this ti; the five smaller factions of theirs only got three flags.
But considering they successfully seized Anhe’s Daoist flag, they had accomplished their original goal.
They lost face but not substance.
The Buddhist Sect took three flags, two of their own and one from the Quanzhen Sect, which was very stable.
Taihao Sect defended their own flag, neither advancing nor receding, completely by the book.
The discussion ended abruptly; there was no mood even for courtesy.
The juniors from the Chaos-driven factions of the Demon Sect, having lost face, were whisked away by their elders on the flying boat, likely to face a stern reprimand upon their return.
Both the Buddhist Sect and Taihao left swiftly, not willing to linger in this troubleso place during an already turbulent season, especially after having stirred up trouble in the Southwest discussion.
They didn’t want to be caught between the Wu Sect and Quanzhen Sect in real disputes.
All that remained were the Wu Sect and the Quanzhen Sect, with so issues to clean up between them, but these matters were not for the disciples to be involved in anymore.
Hou Niao waited for his upcoming punishnt, for he had defied not only the instructions of his uncles but also the wishes of the elder Zhu Jiuling.
Punishnt was inevitable; it was just a matter of how severe it would be.
But over the following days, it seed as if the higher-ups were too busy to bother with him, leaving him hanging, which made him anxious.
“What’s there to worry about?
There’s absolutely no need!
Your insubordination, junior brother, actually allowed our Quanzhen to erge unscathed.
Otherwise, who knows what might have happened?
This is a tangible rit.
Of course, the insubordination might still be pursued, or else how would the superiors maintain control over the disciples in the future?
But my master said it would just be a token gesture, like docking a few years’ pay.
Do you even care about that?”
Another fine?
Old debts not yet paid, new debts piling up—will this ever end?
“I care a lot!” Hou Niao replied irritably, “Can’t they find another way, like grounding for a few months?
Or repaying with a mission?”
Rao Zongzhi just laughed, “Resources are tight in the Sect, and the higher-ups think that docking resources is the most substantial penalty…
Stop thinking about that.
Are you going to Divine City?
Everyone still needs a guide, and they think you’re the most suitable, being a local and all; it should be more convenient.”
Hou Niao collected his emotions, stopping himself from dwelling on such ssy issues.
What’s done was done, and worrying was useless.
Besides, he really should visit Divine City to clear up what had happened to Daoist Chong Ling; otherwise, he wouldn’t be at peace.
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