Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 695: Destroyed in an Instant, Loose Cultivator Holy Land
"Cheer up!!!"
After speaking, seeing everyone still looking dejected, the Cold Plum True Monarch let out a low shout.
Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and others were startled awake, lifting their heads at the sound, their eyes finally brightening a bit, temporarily shaking off their gloom.
Seeing this, the Cold Plum True Monarch gently nodded, then turned to the cultivators of the Purple Scarf Army.
"Thank you, Senior Cold Plum, and to all fellow cultivators for your rescue. Haoran and the others are very grateful!"
"We feel deeply guilty for the fall of Senior Qingshui, and it is a great regret in our hearts."
"If there are any tasks in the future, we will not hesitate to go through fire and water!"
Xu Haoran and the other cultivators of the Purple Scarf Army all clasped their hands in gratitude.
With the rescue mission completed, the members of the Cloth-Clad Alliance were set to return to Jiangzhou, and they too needed to search for their organization.
Next, they naturally had to split up.
"Fellow cultivators, see you again in the future."
"As long as we continue down this path steadfastly, there will surely be a day of reunion."
"With shared ideals, I believe that day will not be long away!"
The Cold Plum True Monarch continued to contact the Cloth-Clad Alliance, while Liu Yu stepped forward, clasping his hands and speaking with a serious demeanor.
At this moment, casual and polite tones were naturally inappropriate; they had to be solemn and serious.
"I look forward to that day coming soon."
"Senior Cold Plum, Daoist Gu Cheng, and fellow cultivators."
"We will take our leave now!"
As Xu Haoran's words fell, the eleven surviving cultivators of the Purple Scarf Army all nodded and clasped their hands solemnly.
Then, they turned and walked out of the cave.
After a few breaths, the sounds of breaking air rang out in succession, and their aura quickly vanished.
Although ten companions had fallen under the poisonous Black Rain, in such circumstances, there was truly nothing they could do.
The members of the Cloth-Clad Alliance were not indifferent to death; they had indeed done their utmost.
After a brief period of sorrow, Xu Haoran and the other cultivators of the Purple Scarf Army had basically returned to normal, at least on the surface.
As members of the most radical loose cultivator organization constantly fighting against Qian Court, they often witnessed companions dying, which had long become commonplace.
It was not that they were heartless; rather, they buried their sadness deep within and continued to bear the burden, for the struggle continued.
As the group from the Purple Scarf Army departed, everyone successively withdrew their gazes.
The Cold Plum True Monarch inquired about the events that occurred within the Black Mountain Immortal Prison, instructed a few points of caution, and the group prepared to set off back to Jiangzhou immediately.
"Bang!"
She then unleashed a magical power, and the entire teleportation array turned to dust.
"Rumble..."
A few breaths later, the cave collapsed, everything was buried deep underground, and the traces of the group's visit were concealed.
Immediately, the Cold Plum True Monarch cast a wide-area concealment spell, and Liu Yu, Guo Poyun, and others rose into the air, boldly flying toward Jiangzhou.
In this spell, everyone's spiritual pressure and magical power aura were concealed, even the fluctuations of their escape were hidden.
All along the way, even golden core cultivators had no inkling.
The Black Mountain Immortal Prison was destroyed in an instant, and the emergence of a nascent soul cultivator—such significant events were bound to stir up quite a commotion throughout Huai Prefecture.
The teleportation arrays of various Immortal Cities were undoubtedly under strict surveillance and could not be used at this time, so they could only use escape methods to return.
However, at this moment, the group could fly at a speed more than double what it had been before.