Chunyang Palace had won.
There had been no schemes or tricks, no need to rack their brains devising strategies. They had simply claimed victory in the most irresistible manner possible. Two members of the new generation, who had suppressed their cultivation for so long, had risen powerfully. The sudden appearance of two True Persons was enough to scorn any advantage or strategy their opponents possessed.
Western Teachings had arrived brimming with menace, only to flee in disgrace. Chunyang Palace did not pursue them.
The Spirit Void lineage busied itself treating the wounded. From the moment the battle began, they had never stopped saving people, preserving most of the lives that could be saved. Fortunately, the Spirit Void disciples' unceasing treatment had pulled many back from the brink of death.
Cultivation was not merely about cultivating oneself; one also had to learn countless things—astronomy, geography, the Eight Trigrams, numerology, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and more. Medicine was also important. True cultivation was actually busy and arduous, which was why there were so few cultivators. It was too difficult, too exhausting, leaving no room to enjoy life.
The Mountain Protecting Formation opened, and numerous ordinary disciples descended the mountain to help. They treated the wounded and gathered the corpses, collecting the dead whether they were allies or enemies.
Bai Yujun took off her black armor. Dressed in white, she sat beside the Golden Incense Burner she had destroyed, her dragon spear planted nearby.
She took out a waterskin and guzzled down the water, only stopping after draining it in great gulps.
"Whew~"
Cool. She felt utterly clear and open from head to tail. Compared to humans, hers truly was from head to tail—after all, humans did not have tails.
Bored, she watched the Spirit Void disciples and ordinary young disciples clean up