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Immortal Palace of Eternal Life

Chapter 158: Path of Retreat 🛤️

Published: March 2, 2025

Chapter 159: Retreat Route

"The events began around the third watch of the day..."

Liu Yu pondered for a moment before slowly recounting what he knew, including most of the details regarding the killing of the purple robe cultivator and the surprise attack by the yin thunder seed, but he concealed the part about the "shock spirit stab."

The shock spirit stab was a divine sense spell, not only incredibly precious but also executed without any forewarning, with undetectable fluctuations that made it exceedingly concealed. Apart from Liu Yu and the already deceased purple robe cultivator, no one else detected it.

If it weren't for relying on this technique, killing that person would have required quite a bit of effort. It was likely that other cultivators would have come to rescue him; after all, Liu Yu couldn't expose all of his strengths.

Hu Zhiwei listened attentively, nodding from time to time, before clapping his hands in praise:

"Junior Brother Liu remained calm in the face of danger and withstood the first wave of attacks from the Heavenly Harmony Sect cultivators."

"And he also killed an enemy foundation establishment cultivator. That was indeed well done and did not tarnish the sect's reputation!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu merely smiled slightly and returned a modest gesture, saying little.

The other cultivators chimed in, recounting the process of the enemy’s attack, and about half a quarter of an hour passed.

Hu Zhiwei nodded slightly, as he had a general understanding of what had happened.

He then called over the qi refinement stage disciple who had first discovered the situation to inquire, receiving similar answers. After encouraging him with a few words, he dismissed him.

That disciple respectfully bowed and exited, unable to hide a hint of delight on his face. Regardless of the circumstances, he was the first to discover the enemy cultivators and promptly reported to the deacon, so a merit reward was unavoidable.

"Senior Brother Hu, since the Bing Character No. 6 Spiritual Herb Garden has already been attacked, it is very likely to suffer a second or third wave. The Heavenly Harmony Sect or the Snowfall Pavilion might send more forces to attack."

"Given the current defensive strength of the spiritual herb garden, it's still somewhat insufficient. I hope Senior Brother Hu can report to the Elder Council and request a few more foundation establishment cultivators for reinforcements," Yan Hongyu said with a serious expression, arms crossed as she faced Hu Zhiwei.

As for giving up the Bing Character No. 6 Spiritual Herb Garden, that was basically impossible. The entire sect relied on this spiritual herb garden to provide ten to twenty percent of the spiritual herbs needed for foundation establishment stage elixirs, as well as some auxiliary materials for golden core stage elixirs. This situation had persisted for hundreds of years; the stakes were too high to simply abandon it.

As the person in charge of the spiritual herb garden, she understood its importance and the whereabouts of the spiritual herbs quite well. It also concerned some interests of her family, so it could not be easily relinquished.

Yan Hongyu had already sent a sound transmission talisman to her family’s ancestor, hoping he could work something out and send over a few more foundation establishment cultivators. However, given the current situation, every place needed manpower, and she had no confidence in whether reinforcements would arrive or how many there would be.

If she could gain Hu Zhiwei's support, it would be much more stable, especially since he had another golden core elder backing him.

Upon saying this, the cultivators stationed at the Bing Character No. 6 Spiritual Herb Garden nodded in agreement. Since their safety was at stake, they naturally hoped the sect would send additional forces.

Liu Yu also chimed in with a few words of agreement, then silently observed the conversation among the cultivators, his expression unreadable while his mind was racing.