Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 703: Task Conditions
At this moment, the city guards were primarily composed of two groups. One group consisted of the permanent cultivators mixed into the Qian Court Holy Land.
The other group comprised cultivators who participated in the city defense for the rewards. Most of them were loose cultivators, with a small number being cultivators from minor families or sects.
As they watched the scene before them, although there were no significant actions taken, many couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow for the fate of others.
Then a question arose in their minds: if the loose cultivators outside the city were replaced with officials from the Qian Court, or the heirs of the Holy Land, or cultivators from major sects and families, would the city guards still act this way?
No one spoke up, but when they had this question, they already knew the answer deep down.
Regardless of the loose cultivators' pleas and curses, the city guards remained indifferent. Although some cultivators felt sympathy, they dared not speak out due to the authority of the Qian Court.
They could only harbor anger but remain silent.
In the desperate gazes of dozens of loose cultivators, brilliant spiritual light suddenly erupted.
Like a barrage of arrows, a series of demonic beasts' innate spells bombarded them, and the terrifying waves of power spread in all directions.
"Whoosh whoosh~"
Among these loose cultivators, the highest cultivation level barely reached the foundation establishment stage—how could they withstand the simultaneous bombardment of countless demonic beasts' innate spells?
Even just a portion of them was overwhelming.
"Boom boom boom!"
Any resistance was rendered powerless in the face of the beast tide.
In less than half a breath, dozens of loose cultivators outside the city were engulfed in the colorful torrent of spells.
Not a trace remained.
"The style of the Qian Court has indeed not changed at all."
Beside him, Guo Poyun muttered to himself with a gloomy expression.
He was also born a loose cultivator, having lived a hard life in the past. Though he had joined the Cloth-Clad Alliance and the Purple Scarf Army, finding some organization, he could fully empathize with the hardships of loose cultivators.
Thus, he felt a deep anger at the actions of the Qian Court Holy Land.
While sacrificing for the greater good could be understood, in that situation, with the beast tide still at a distance from the city walls, it was entirely possible to allow dozens of loose cultivators to enter the city before activating the formation without any issues.
Yet faced with their so-called "compatriots," the commander of the city guards showed no hesitation, completely disregarding the lives of loose cultivators.
"Daoist Guo, be cautious with your words."
Liu Yu turned to reprimand softly upon hearing this.
If the Qian Court cultivators heard this, it could lead to significant trouble; such words could not be spoken in public.
Realizing the inappropriateness, Guo Poyun nodded slightly, loosening his clenched fist; he seemed to have returned to normal.
But deep down, he was still very unsettled.
In today's world, loose cultivators had no place to stand.
Not to mention establishing stable enterprises for development, even obtaining enough spiritual stones for daily cultivation through their efforts was extremely difficult.
Some people were born into affluence; even without much effort, they could enjoy resources unimaginable to ordinary loose cultivators.
In fact, the Central Domain was not always like this.
But at some point, the oppression of loose cultivators by sects and families intensified, continually squeezing their living space and monopolizing the resources for cultivating immortality.
Later, many radical loose cultivator organizations emerged.
Some of the most extreme loose cultivator organizations even went so far as to secretly collaborate with the demonic race to change the current landscape of the Central Domain.
Watching the scene of dozens of loose cultivators being reduced to ashes, Guo Poyun couldn't help but recall a question he had pondered countless times.