Xu Xian called over several individuals who held some prestige among their peers in the sect and pulled a mountain of medicinal pills and herbs for treating external injuries from his robes.
Along with them came some food and drinks...
The pile grew until it resembled a small hill.
Everyone’s eyes went wide, and their mouths hung open.
Looking at the mountain of supplies and then at the gentle-faced youth, they were utterly dazed.
Where did this come from?
How did he get it?
Wasn't it impossible to use storage bags here?
"This..."
Xia Chu Yi couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, are the pockets on your clothes really that big? How can they hold so much?"
Xu Xian naturally saw their shock and confusion, but he clearly had no intention of explaining himself.
"Don't ask. I have my ways. Have people distribute these things. It should be enough to last us ten days."
Since Xu Xian put it that way, it would have been tactless of them to keep prying.
As long as there was food, it was fine.
Why worry about the details?
They began organizing the others, moving about to distribute the supplies and treat the wounded.
Next, they gathered everyone according to their peaks and halls to start a headcount.
They needed to consolidate the data on casualties.
Taking advantage of this window of time, Xu Xian took the Little Book Spirit and patrolled the surrounding area, still feeling uneasy.
He had people block off several cave openings, leaving only the main entrance.
During this process.
In front of the disciples guarding the cave, he pulled out several thick, pillar-like black chains to seal the entrance.
They were woven together like a massive net.
The eyes of those disciples were filled with awe.
Only Lu Yuan reacted normally.
He knew very well that this was a method from the Sword Tower.
Because its laws were superior to the laws of this place, it was not suppressed by them.
It was like the power dynamics of the mortal world.
A soldier listens to a captain, and a captain listens to a general.
If a captain tells you not to move, but a general tells you to move, does the soldier move or not?
As the saying goes, a higher rank can crush those beneath them.
The laws of the world worked the same way.
A higher plane suppresses a lower plane, and a lower plane cannot completely restrict a higher one.
It was the same principle!
Xu Xian glared at Lu Yuan and urged, "What are you standing around for? Help me out."
"Oh!"
Lu Yuan grunted, somewhat reluctantly getting up to help Xu Xian with the work.
He knew.
Xu Xian was planning to go out and cause trouble again. He was doing all this now to eliminate any lingering worries.
Xu Xian was a man who had always hated trouble, except when it came to the Wendao Sword Sect.
"This is unnecessary. It would be the same with me here," Lu Yuan grumbled.
Xu Xian said indifferently, "Better safe than sorry. You're fierce, but you can't stand up against an endless crowd."
Lu Yuan didn't think much of it. "A bunch of ants. No matter how many come, I'll kill them all."
Xu Xian rolled his eyes. "Stop bragging."
If he were really that fierce, would he have been beaten so miserably earlier?
He only knew how to talk big.
Lu Yuan sniffled sheepishly. Being stubborn was one thing, but reality was another.
In the face of human wave tactics.
It was true he could fight his way in and out multiple times and retreat safely, but protecting a large group of people was a different story entirely.
There was a difference between traversing a battlefield and dominating one.
He asked casually, "When are we leaving?"
Xu Xian didn't hide it. "Once this is finished, we go."
"To find that demon girl?"
Xu Xian admitted it openly.
"Yes."
Lu Yuan clicked his tongue, his eyes carrying a suggestive glint, wearing an expression that said 'I get you'.
Xu Xian was speechless.
Did everyone, human or demon, always have their mind in the gutter?
Couldn't their thoughts be a bit more pure?
Lu Yuan asked curiously, "Hey, I heard demons don't have that... is it true?"
Xu Xian didn't stop working, feigning ignorance as he asked, "Which that?"
"You know, that thing."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I mean the..."
Xu Xian glanced at him sideways and said with disdain, "You're truly vulgar."
"Well, do they have it or not?" Lu Yuan pressed relentlessly.
Xu Xian rolled his eyes. "How should I know?"
"You've never looked?"
"Of course not."
Did he look like that kind of person?
Lu Yuan remained skeptical.
Xu Xian said, "If you want to know, why don't you go find a corpse and check for yourself?"
Lu Yuan muttered, "No way. That would make me a pervert."
Xu Xian added, "Then find a living one and strip them. Wouldn't that work?"
Lu Yuan refused. "No, that would make me a hooligan."
Xu Xian was amused, thinking that since Lu Yuan knew that, why was he asking him?
He slowly spat out three words.
"Find a male."
A certain image flashed through Lu Yuan's mind, and he immediately felt a chill down his spine.
He shook his head violently.
"Never mind. It's better not to know."
Xu Xian chuckled. This deer was quite interesting.
Soon.
After the protective mesh at the entrance was finished, Xu Xian took Wait and slashed at it.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions.
Yet it remained completely undamaged.
He then had Lu Yuan hack at it with his heavy blade, but it still remained unyielding.
Instead, Lu Yuan's blade ended up with a few nicks.
Lu Yuan furrowed his brows and muttered, "This stuff is actually this hard?"
Xu Xian looked at his masterpiece and smiled proudly.
Naturally.
Did he not realize what these black chains were? They were the ones used to seal the divine sword and the Old Tortoise.
Even spirit fire couldn't melt them.
Even an immortal sword couldn't cut them.
Unless it was a divine artifact, nothing could break them.
If he hadn't salvaged a pile of them from the Nether Pool, he wouldn't have been willing to use them like this.
He clapped his hands.
"Done!"
He put his hands behind his back and headed deeper into the tortoise shell.
Lu Yuan glanced over and instructed the disciples nearby, "Keep watch. If anything happens, send a signal."
The disciples naturally agreed.
"Understood, Senior Martial Uncle Lu."
Then, he also left.
The disciples stayed behind, staring intensely at the net woven from the black chains, clicking their tongues in amazement.
"The Twelfth Grand-Ancestor is truly a god-like man."
"With this, even if the whole world comes to attack us, they won't be able to get in."
"We're safe!"
"By the way, Senior Martial Uncle Lu said to send a signal... what kind of signal?"
"Can't you just shout?"
"Uh... is it that primitive?"
"......"
On the other side, deep within the tortoise shell cave, thanks to the supplies Xu Xian had provided, the injured disciples were being treated. Combined with their naturally strong physiques, they were no longer in mortal danger.
Inside the cave.
The oil lamps burned brightly, illuminating the space.
When Xu Xian returned, the temporary leaders of the various halls gathered around him.
Sitting by the campfire, Xu Xian called a brief, informal meeting.
The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Everyone’s expressions were grim.
The unexpected changes in the Emperor's Tomb had caught them off guard. The previous battle was still fresh in their minds, especially since the bodies of the fallen disciples were still exposed outside.
Inevitably, they felt a sense of unease.
The tradition of the Wendao Sword Sect had always been that when a person died, their sword returned to their peak, and their body was buried on Burial Sword Peak.
Xu Xian was the first to break the silence, asking, "Has the casualty count been finalized?"
Everyone remained silent.
Lin Qianqian pulled a piece of blood-stained paper from her sleeve and handed it over.
"Everything is on here."
"The names."
"The numbers..."
Xu Xian took it and slowly unfolded it. A dense list of names was recorded on the paper.
But his gaze fell directly on the total number of those who had died in battle.
A crimson, striking, and eye-searing number.
He murmured, "Are there really that many?"
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