Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 815 - 814: Wei Liao’s Proof of the Dao

Looking at her granddaughter’s puzzled gaze, Daoist Xi sighed,

"In theory, of course you can go in, but you need to have connections through this sect or be relatives and friends. It’s like the saying ’when one person attains the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.’ Like us, with no foundation or connections, strangers in a strange land, squeezing in just to be kicked out again—why bother with the ridicule?"

The young man tightened his cloak, "If we don’t move, how will we know where the end is? If we can’t move anymore, we stop. The closer we get, the clearer the view. It’s a rare opportunity."

The three had three different thoughts. The young man was eager to press forward, Daoist Xi wished to hide far away, and Xi Lin was in the most difficult position. She was a well-behaved girl, raised under the strictest discipline, not daring to step out of line. Yet in her heart, she felt that Brother Mang’s words seemed quite reasonable?

If we don’t keep going, how will we know how far we can go?

Several days later, the three were close to Furong Town, but to their surprise, the nearer they got to Furong Town, the more the roads were swarming with Beast Clan and Demon Clan members, each one looking bizarre and fierce.

Daoist Xi comforted his granddaughter, "Don’t be afraid, every time there’s a grand event like this, it’s the same. Worshipping cosmic miracles is a right for all races—humans, Beast Clan, Demon Clan, and Soul Ghosts alike, without discrimination.

They don’t dare to harm people, and such incidents have never happened. During this time, there’s no racial divide; it’s a major taboo."

Xi Lin understood this reasoning, but as a Bridge Connection novice, how could she possibly remain calm in the face of these unabashedly ferocious creatures? How could she possibly feel at ease to perceive the Dao?

Clearly, Furong Town was a stronghold chosen by these strange beings. Just by watching the cultivators on the Great Dao pass by without even turning their heads, one could deduce everyone’s attitude: no one wanted to stay with these oddities.

The young man found it somewhat amusing, "Old man, why not go a bit further? After all, no one’s stopping us..."

Daoist Xi was speechless, "Countless plans made at home, infinite difficulties outside... Alright, these odd creatures not only scare Xiao Lin, even I feel a bit jittery, so let’s move on?"

They passed Furong Town without entering it and pulled out the map once again. One look shocked him greatly, "Ah! We’ve already traveled over a thousand miles past three towns. Shangyu is a small country, and ahead there’s only Haitang Town. Beyond that is Sui Mo City."

This was the awkwardness of not traveling often, lacking control over the entire journey, resulting in reaching here only to discover they had gone far beyond his original plan. He initially only intended to stay in a border town of Shangyu for adequate participation; now they had inadvertently gone deep behind enemy lines.

"We’ll stay in Haitang Town, no matter what happens!" Daoist Xi reminded himself. He was an old cultivator who entered the Dao at a hundred years old, and should not pursue things that don’t belong to him.

Haitang Town lay along the Great Dao, with the entire town split in half by it. Daoist Xi warmly invited,

"Xiao Mang, why not stay in Haitang Town as well? It’s not far from Sui Mo City, just a few dozen miles away?"

The young man was now almost completely lowering the brim of his hat, leaving only his eyes exposed. This situation wasn’t strange. In Daoist Xi’s view, he probably didn’t want his enemies to see him. This young man had a bold character and inevitably offended people outside.

"We’ll see as we walk? Maybe the old man will join me in moving forward again?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The three continued forward, and the number of cultivators on the road increased. With less than three months until the time for the cosmic spectacle, no one would cut it so close with timing on such matters. Everyone built in some leeway, and now was just right.

Xi Lin was clever and quietly asked Daoist Xi, "Grandfather, with so many people, it seems everyone wants to get as close to Sui Mo City as possible?"

Daoist Xi stubbornly replied, "Xiao Lin, don’t judge now. Once past Haitang Town, you won’t think so."

All the way, no words were exchanged. With such a vast number of cultivators traveling, no unusual incidents were likely to occur. Everyone adhered to the rules. No one wanted to stir up any unnecessary conflict here, not even with an enemy encountered.

Compared to the Great Dao, everything else seemed insignificant.

A few days later, the three arrived at Haitang Town, and this time there were no surprises. No confrontations between cultivators and no fierce beasts, only courteous cultivators everywhere—in the streets, alleys, even in the fields.

Some cultivators planned to wait here, indicating that Daoist Xi’s words held some truth. Going further meant it wasn’t a place for loose cultivators or idle wanderers.

In the Jinxiu Continent, with its hundreds of Daoist nations, large ones had nine True Inheritor spots, while smaller ones had at least one. They would be distributed in the suburbs around Sui Mo City, as only the suburbs could comfortably accommodate them,

making the real distinction quite simple: Daoist countries with a Constellation True Inheritor had their Tongtian disciples squeeze into urban areas. The rest of the disciples from national religions could take a place in the outskirts, and beyond that, countless loose cultivators and wanderers scattered, with Haitang Town being likely their outermost limit.

Upon entering the town, the hustle and bustle became even more evident in the crowd, naturally rendering the presence of the three unremarkable.

However, Daoist Xi’s wishes were not fulfilled.

After just a few steps, a few young and handsome Daoists suddenly appeared ahead, one of whom excitedly shouted, "Xi Lin, you’ve come too? Brother has been waiting for you for so long!"

The Xi grandfather and granddaughter tried to dodge to the side, but it was too late.

Several Daoists gathered around them warmly, particularly one who incessantly addressed her as ’sister’ this and ’sister’ that.

Old Mang listened for a long time, finally catching half of it, and with Daoist Xi’s explanation, he understood the matter.

It turned out that the Xi grandfather and granddaughter hailed from the southeastern Wei Liao Country. This Daoist was somewhat renowned on the continent, precisely the Qian Xiu Daoist; back then Guan Ruyu was the second True Inheritor of this Daoist.

However, not all Wei Liao cultivators agreed with their cultivation philosophy, and many despised it. Daoist Xi, who was consistently orthodox, instilled this disdain in Xi Lin, who also held her national religion in contempt—a bunch of grown men preening in an unsightly manner.

Wei Liao’s Daoist had a characteristic: upon entering the Dao, one had to find a female cultivator outside their own practice as a lead, employing every trick to seduce and then abandon her, to be considered a major accomplishment. The greater the challenge in choosing such a female cultivator, the more benefits it brought, leading many Wei Liao female cultivators to suffer hardship because of it.

A girl like Xi Lin, with strict family discipline, self-discipline, and disdain for her own path, became the best target; the greater difficulty in conquering her, the greater the reward afterward. It was a journey of self-verification, without which the charm of Wei Liao’s ’hand-some Dao’ could never be fully exerted.

The male cultivator who had been circling around Xi Lin was precisely this type, setting his sights on her to Complete his Dao Heart.

The reason Daoist Xi had brought her out was to avoid this individual, yet despite all the calculations, they unexpectedly ran into him again here—he clung to them like sticky glue and could not be shaken off.