Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 420: This Place is Not My Home (Subscription Request!!)
“Even if an earth-shattering change truly happens, it is something for the sect to consider. I only need to preserve my life.”
“With my current strength and the Immortal Abode in hand, where can’t I find refuge?”
With this thought, Liu Yu smiled slightly.
He then looked towards the approaching Cold Moon Heart, straightened his expression, and began to inquire about the casualties.
“Reporting to Senior Brother Qingyang, in this battle, our team suffered nineteen deaths among the qi refinement stage cultivators, with thirty-two lightly and severely injured.”
“Among them, three sect disciples died.”
“As for the foundation establishment cultivators, none died, but a few suffered injuries of varying degrees.”
Cold Moon Heart clasped her hands and reported everything in detail.
Although she had been ostracized by other cultivators due to her practice of demonic arts, her personality was not extreme.
She maintained a relatively cold but normal communication with other cultivators.
Due to her decent strength and the status of a Yuan Yang Sect disciple, few would provoke her.
Thus, she handled certain matters quite well.
“Mm.”
Liu Yu nodded lightly, then asked about specific situations.
Although he rarely intervened in detailed commands, it was necessary to know the essentials. Otherwise, lacking key information could lead to being deceived by subordinates.
A thousand-mile wall can collapse from an ant's nest; this aspect must not be neglected.
Therefore, every time he summoned Jiang Qiushui, Cold Moon Heart, and others, Liu Yu would inquire about specific situations to understand the conditions of the team thoroughly.
This level of casualties was within expectation; he was not surprised and could accept it.
After all, the cultivators of White Cloud Temple were no weaklings. Faced with life and death threats, they fought desperately. Even with his side having an overwhelming advantage, it was impossible to remain unscathed.
“Cold Junior Sister did very well.”
“I understand the specific situation now; the matter of the injured cultivators will be handled by you, Cold Junior Sister.”
“Make sure to arrange everything properly; we must not let our fellow cultivators feel disheartened.”
After understanding the situation, Liu Yu instructed.
“Yes!”
“Moon Heart will definitely not disappoint Senior Brother Qingyang!”
Cold Moon Heart bowed deeply and immediately responded.
She had been struggling in the sect and finally had an opportunity to improve her situation, so she certainly didn’t want to miss it lightly.
Thus, she took Liu Yu’s arrangements seriously.
“Go ahead.”
Liu Yu waved his hand, signaling her to leave.
Cold Moon Heart nodded slightly, turning towards the area not far away where the disciples were resting, moving decisively, exuding a sense of swift determination.
Under the hazy night, her long, fiery red hair stood out particularly.
As flames burned, smoke rose in wisps.
Within dozens of miles around Cloud High Mountain, remnants of walls and debris were everywhere, and the view was filled with devastation.
The flag representing White Cloud Temple, which once soared into the sky on the spiritual mountain, had unknowingly fallen.
The flags representing Yuan Yang Sect, Crescent Moon Valley, and Heavenly Harmony Sect were lined up in their original positions.
Liu Yu stood with his hands behind his back, taking in the post-battle scene.
Gradually, his spirit, which had been tense due to the duel of magic, relaxed and returned to a calm state.
He stood quietly in place, taking out two medium-grade spiritual stones to restore his magical power while waiting for the elders' summons.
Immortal cultivators had decent capabilities and various spells at their disposal. If they wanted, it was impossible for them to sleep under the sky and use the ground as a bed.
Less than fifteen minutes after the war ended, rudimentary wooden houses began to rise in clusters atop the ruins.