Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 622: The Newly Born Arts of Cultivation! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Votes!!)
"However, our Zhang Clan has been preparing for many years and has corresponding countermeasures in place. We will definitely not let all of you fellow cultivators down."
"With everyone's iron-blooded hearts, willing to take risks here, how could the Zhang Clan disappoint our fellow cultivators?"
"Only, due to the need for confidentiality at this moment, I cannot disclose it for the time being, to avoid ruining the overall situation. Please understand, my fellow friends."
Standing on a large rock in the forest, Zhang Tao spoke calmly.
Dozens of eyes looked over, yet he did not reveal any part of the plan due to the pressure.
Although everything was going smoothly at the moment, it was still unclear if there were any “traitors” within the team.
This was something to be on guard against.
After all, even within the Zhang Clan, the demonic race had developed spies; how could these cultivators with complex backgrounds not become "traitors"?
If the news were to leak and allow the demonic race to prepare in advance, wouldn't it ruin everything?
Zhang Tao stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a battle-tested scholar-general that was not comparable to ordinary cultivators.
Facing the pressure from four to fifty fellow cultivators of the same realm, he remained clear-headed, with no trace of panic in his words.
Not getting the information they wanted, Liu Yu and many other cultivators felt somewhat disappointed.
However, this answer was at least somewhat satisfactory.
For such a major matter, it indeed should not be casually disclosed. If it were so easily shared with a mere question, it would not be worth entrusting so many golden core lives.
"Friend Zhang Tao speaks rightly; I shall not press further."
"I only hope that, as you say, there has been ample preparation."
Ran Miaoyin said lightly.
Her cultivation was at the late golden core stage, and among all the cultivators present, she naturally exuded a heroic demeanor typical of a female knight.
Even when facing Zhang Tao, who represented the Zhang Clan, this woman did not appear lacking in confidence.
Liu Yu speculated that she might have some background and her strength was likely quite impressive.
Seeing Zhang Tao say this, a slight commotion calmed down; the cultivators present reluctantly accepted this answer.
Soon, whispers echoed again in the forest.
Cultivators who knew each other or had met a few times took this opportunity to build closer relationships, even forming small groups of three to five, agreeing to advance and retreat together.
As for this, Liu Yu chose to watch coldly.
After advancing to the late third stage with his "Star Body," he was already in the absolute upper echelon among golden core cultivators.
However, he might still be slightly inferior to outstanding bloodline demonic cultivators or the true inheritance of powerful forces with abundant resources and techniques, who were at the pinnacle of the third stage.
With such strength, Liu Yu did not need so-called teammates; ordinary golden core teammates were merely a burden to him.
Sheep travel in groups, while fierce beasts always walk alone!
With this thought, Liu Yu inconspicuously glanced at Zhuo Mengzhen.
Unexpectedly, she noticed and shot him a dismissive look before moving slightly closer, as if afraid of being abandoned.
That gaze seemed to say that the previously promised conditions must not be reneged on.
Shifting his gaze, Liu Yu smiled slightly and said nothing more.
"Tap, tap."
A light sound of footsteps approached, and a male cultivator with a short black beard quickly walked over.
"Daoist Gu Cheng, Daoist Colorful Butterfly."
"Our previous collaborations have been quite pleasant; I wonder if we can look out for each other during the great battle."
Guo Poyun approached and politely cupped his hands.
Under the pursuit of two from the Fire Phoenix Clan, Liu Yu had proactively volunteered to hold the rear and managed to return to Changnan City unscathed, which he vividly remembered.