Chapter 304
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Chapter 304: White Tiger Sect
Crack!
In the dense forest, a thick layer of snow suddenly burst into the air, revealing a dark, gaping hole in the ground.
Wang Chen leaped out from the tunnel.
With a swift motion of his robe sleeve, he concealed the entrance once more.
In the next moment, Wang Chen’s figure vanished without a trace.
After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, he appeared outside Xian City.
The beast tide had already receded.
Twelve flying ships hovered above the city, arranged in a defensive formation with their prows facing outward, their hulls glowing lightly.
These flying ships were large third-tier magical artifacts, formidable in both combat and attack power.
Even great beasts dared not challenge their might!
Some of the flying ships had their hatches wide open, with white-robed cultivators flying in and out.
It was a scene of bustling activity.
Most of these cultivators were young, in their twenties or thirties, predominantly Qian Cultivators, with only a few Kun Cultivators among them.
Although the beast horde had retreated to Yulong Mountain, the devastation they left behind could not be quickly undone.
Walking through the streets littered with rubble, Wang Chen witnessed countless tragic scenes.
Thousands of magical beasts had destroyed nearly half of the city, particularly the outer regions, which had been reduced to ruins.
Among the debris, the bodies of cultivators lay scattered.
They were, in a way, fortunate, as they at least had their bodies intact; most of those who died in battle had been devoured by the magical beasts, leaving behind only pools of blood.
The white-robed cultivators who descended from the flying ships were busy cleaning up the bodies.
They first removed the storage bags and meticulously searched the corpses before piling them together for cremation.
Once the bodies were reduced to ashes, the white-robed cultivators cast Rebirth Talismans and Exorcism Talismans.
This was to dispel the lingering resentment of the dead and prevent the rise of Evil Spirits.
Wang Chen noticed that each white-robed cultivator had a roaring tiger embroidered on their chest.
It was clear they all belonged to the same organization.
However, as they methodically searched the bodies and collected valuables, some of the surviving cultivators of Xian City could no longer restrain themselves.
One cultivator stealthily hid beside a collapsed stone house and reached out to grab a corpse lying behind the building.
The corpse was dressed in a brocade robe, its head pierced by a bone spike, eyes still wide open in death.
A storage bag adorned with intricate patterns hung from its waist, clearly of high quality.
The cultivator’s greedy target was that very storage bag.
Thinking he was being unnoticed, he reached for the storage bag, but in that instant, a brilliant sword light suddenly descended from above, piercing through his skull!
Immediately, a white-robed cultivator swiftly approached.
He sneered and unceremoniously stripped the two bodies clean.
Then he tossed them into the pile of corpses.
This was not an isolated incident; no one succeeded in their theft.
Instead, many cultivators were killed like chickens!
The effect was quite impressive.
In addition to the cultivators who died in battle, these white-robed cultivators also collected the remains of magical beasts, gathering all that remained mostly intact into their storage bags.
The flying ships hovering above Xian City closely monitored the entire area; anyone trying to snatch food from the tiger’s mouth would face severe punishment!
However, the white-robed cultivators did not restrict the entry and exit of Xian City cultivators.
They allowed movements without interference and completely ignored them.
But when they encountered injured cultivators, the white-robed cultivators proactively offered Healing Pills.
They showed considerable goodwill.
It was precisely this observation that prompted Wang Chen to enter the city for investigation.
After experiencing this beast disaster, the dynamics of Xian City would surely undergo significant changes.
If he stayed outside, he wouldn’t grasp the situation here, which would put him at a disadvantage in the future.
After all, Wang Chen intended to use Xian City as a stepping stone to the West Sea Spiritual Realm.
The center of Xian City was undoubtedly less damaged by the magical beasts, and numerous survivors gathered in groups of three or five.
Some worried that the magical beasts would return, wanting to organize a team to leave Xian City.
Others believed that leaving Xian City now was quite unwise, as there could be countless magical beasts wandering in the outer regions.
Venturing out would leave them isolated and defenseless, essentially walking to their doom!
Some wanted to leave, and others wanted to stay, and the differing opinions led to heated arguments.
“Stop arguing!”
A cultivator suddenly said, “Who knows which sect these flying ships belong to?”
This was the crux of the matter.
Earlier, when the magical beasts attacked Xian City, if not for the timely arrival of these heavily armed flying ships, then it would have been a miracle if even one in ten present had survived.
Just a moment ago, everyone had either consciously or unconsciously overlooked this question, and now they exchanged glances, falling into silence.
In fact, many cultivators held doubts.
On one hand, they had to be thankful to these outsiders for saving their lives.
On the other hand, they felt that the flying ships above would not leave easily, likely causing a major impact on their future lives in Xian City.
There was a natural sense of wariness!
“I know.”
A middle-aged cultivator with graying temples said in a deep voice, “They are from the White Tiger Sect!”
The White Tiger Sect was a medium-sized immortal sect, its mountain gate located tens of thousands of miles away.
Their sudden arrival in Xian City was hard to believe as mere coincidence.
It should be noted that a medium-sized sect could only muster a dozen flying ships at most.
Someone asked, “What should we do?”
No one answered that question.
What could they do?
They could only take it one step at a time.
Within a radius of several thousand miles around Xian City, there were no other immortal cities, and now it was winter, making the outer region extremely dangerous.
Unless absolutely necessary, who would want to run outside at this time?
Although the White Tiger Sect’s intentions were unclear, with twelve flying ships stationed, they no longer needed to fear the magical beasts returning.
Remaining here was undoubtedly safer.
Some supported, while others opposed, and the disorganized cultivators couldn’t come to a conclusion.
They soon dispersed.
Wang Chen, blending into the crowd, also chose to leave.
He found an inn nearby to stay.
His previous dwelling had already been destroyed by the red ground beast, and even the tunnel and hidden chamber had been mostly wrecked.
Returning to live there would require a significant amount of time for repairs.
The effort involved would not be less than starting anew!
Wang Chen decided against rebuilding and planned to stay in Xian City for a few days, understanding the situation before making a decision.
Since the central area of the city remained largely intact, some inns and taverns not affected by the war continued their operations.
Life had to go on, no matter how difficult things became.
Wang Chen paid for five days of rent and secured a single guest room for temporary lodging, awaiting the changes in the situation.
It turned out that his decision was the right one.
The day after the beast tide receded, the twelve flying ships all landed on the outskirts.
The White Tiger Sect cultivators began distributing notices throughout the city.
Wang Chen also took one.
