Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 406: One Month Deadline
Liu Yu's mind raced with countless thoughts as he picked up the "Alchemical Pill Refining Notes" to review and refresh his knowledge.
Sharpening the knife does not delay the work of cutting wood; even if he wanted to improve his alchemical skills, there was no need to rush.
Moreover, he had just broken through and it wasn't advisable to immediately consume elixirs for rapid advancement; stabilizing his cultivation through regular practice was sufficient.
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The next day.
The great sun rose from the east, casting countless rays of light over the sky and the earth.
As the hour of the dragon approached, a huge commotion erupted in the Eternal Prosperity Market.
Under the arrangements of Jiang Qiushui and Cold Moon Heart, over six hundred qi refinement cultivators had gathered in the square.
While it wasn't yet to the point of issuing commands, after months of training and preparation, their formation was neat, and their military demeanor was solemn.
The cultivators in the square stood tall with their chests out, yet there was a dead silence in the air.
“Very good, thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister Cold.”
Liu Yu observed for a moment, scanning over the dozens of squads of cultivators, and nodded in satisfaction, expressing his approval.
Since the death of Cui Liang and the departure of Yan Kai, the training of qi refinement cultivators had been taken over by Cold Moon Heart.
“It's my duty; I don’t deserve Senior Brother Qingyang’s praise,” Cold Moon Heart replied, cupping her hands in a modest manner.
However, the faint smile on her face indicated her inner thoughts.
“Junior Sister Jiang, is everything ready?”
“Have the defenses in the Eternal Prosperity Market been arranged?”
Liu Yu refrained from further praising Cold Moon Heart to avoid making her too proud; instead, he shifted his attention to Jiang Qiushui on his left.
“Yes, Senior Brother, everything has been arranged,” Jiang Qiushui replied succinctly.
In front of many cultivators, she displayed a decisive demeanor, showing none of the demure demeanor of a young lady behind closed doors.
All arrangements had been made a long time ago; this was merely a routine inquiry.
“Hmm.”
“In that case, we shall depart immediately!” Liu Yu nodded lightly.
As his words fell, he touched his storage bag with his left hand, and the Return to Origin Boat appeared in his hand.
Injecting his magical power, he tossed it into the air.
The palm-sized red boat quickly enlarged, and in no time, it had grown to a size of fifty to sixty feet, quietly hovering in the air.
Boarding the boat and entering the cabin, a moment later, all the cultivators had boarded the Return to Origin Boat, and under Jiang Qiushui's arrangement, all the qi refinement cultivators entered the cabin.
Only seventeen foundation establishment cultivators remained on the deck.
Once everything was arranged, Liu Yu formed several spell techniques with both hands and struck the control token.
The fifty to sixty-foot red flying boat trembled and flew toward the direction of Celestial Rampart City.
Beneath the rising sun, Liu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, flanked by fellow sect members, sect vassals, and cultivators from the Yan State.
The expressions on the faces of these cultivators varied, but because they had not been informed that the final battle was about to begin, their overall mood remained relatively positive.
After all, this long-drawn war in the cultivation world had reached a point where the situation was becoming quite clear.
Unless the Orthodox and Demonic factions broke the blockade and intervened, the defeat of the four sects of the Yan State was already a foregone conclusion.
At this point, the prestige of the White Cloud Temple had also vanished, and calling it a case of “the tree falls and the monkeys scatter” would not be an exaggeration.
With the fall of Celestial Rampart City, this trend became even more apparent.
By now, from the Eternal Prosperity Market to the last segment of the thousand-mile distance to Celestial Rampart City, the small and large forces along the way had lost their fighting spirit.