Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 727: Tension Rising!
… With Zhuo Mengzhen controlling the Flying Boat Magical Treasure, Liu Yu, accompanied by Zhang Yi, traveled discreetly, blending in with the hurried ordinary cultivators leaving the area, making them hardly noticeable.
The choice to leave at this moment was naturally made after careful consideration.
Before most people had reacted, the forces of Qian Court had already surrounded the Purple Mist Mountain Range, and Liu Yu certainly wouldn’t risk his life unnecessarily.
Even though he had initially assessed the situation to be not too problematic, he patiently waited until many loose cultivators had passed safely before truly relaxing.
After observing for several days and confirming there were no issues, he decisively set off.
After all, life is only lived once, and without a second chance, it’s wise to avoid risks.
As for bidding farewell to Guo Poyun, that was merely incidental; when it truly came to a race against time, one could care less about friendships.
Tonight, the moonlight was bright, and the night was not as dense as usual.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The Azure Flying Boat Magical Treasure moved at a relatively normal pace, weaving steadily among the mountains, trailing a long escape light.
The originally sparse figures gradually gathered as they reached the encirclement of Qian Court Holy Land.
However, they did not speak a word, and there was little interaction between them.
In all directions, Qian Court Holy Land had opened four exits for leaving; if the cultivators inside wanted to depart, they could only exit through these four paths.
Any suspicious behavior would provoke a thunderous attack in the next moment.
Many self-proclaimed clever cultivators had died because of such methods, so it became a consensus to exit through the four designated exits.
Undoubtedly, Qian Court Holy Land had impressive detection methods, and attempting to use secret techniques to "smuggle" through was futile.
Not long after flying, Liu Yu and the two others stood on the Flying Boat, gradually approaching the exit of the encirclement.
Before them, the loose cultivators wanting to leave the Purple Mist Mountain Range formed an elongated dragon of escape light in the air, maintaining a safe and appropriate distance from each other.
“So many loose cultivators have passed smoothly; surely it’s our turn next without any accidents?!”
Liu Yu thought as he watched the cultivators successfully pass ahead of him.
Although formidable detection methods were in place, the effects of the magical artifacts or secret techniques were only aimed at those trying to “smuggle” through.
For those who chose to leave "properly" through the four exits, the detection was surprisingly lenient, almost seeming intentionally lax.
As the Flying Boat approached, Liu Yu maintained his composure, exchanging a silent glance with Zhuo Mengzhen as they quietly took their place at the end of the line.
However, secretly, he released his spiritual consciousness, observing the movements in all directions.
Ahead in the queue, numerous spiritual ships of various stages lined up in a row, covered in runes, with numerous cultivator figures standing atop them.
They were all cultivators from Qian Court Holy Land, impeccably dressed in fine spiritual armor and well-trained for battle.
From the style of the spiritual armor, it was clear that not all belonged to units directly commanded by Qian Court, but could generally be classified within Qian Court's camp.
As Liu Yu scanned with his spiritual consciousness, he recognized many symbols representing various cultivation sects or family clans, some coming from renowned sects, others from ancient families with thousand-year legacies.
Only such deep-rooted powers could publicly train cultivator armies.
Their formations were orderly, commands unified, exuding the atmosphere of iron and blood, reminiscent of the imperial guards of the secular world.
In contrast, the loose cultivators were hardly worth mentioning.
Describing them as a rabble was not an exaggeration.