Medicine King Valley, Medicine King Mountain. Inside a grand hall, every faction had gathered here. Like the Ye Family, more than half of Yan Country's Cultivation World forces had not left.
They had also learned that Yan Country's Cultivation World had been attacked.
Everyone wore grim expressions.
Although none of their mountain gates had been attacked, the market towns had been, and that affected them greatly.
Most crucially, they might no longer be able to operate market towns.
Ye Xuecang and Ye Haicheng were also among the crowd.
Their expressions were no better. Although the family had prepared to evacuate in advance, they had still lost quite a few clansmen and treasures.
Even many Spirit Beast cubs had been lost.
Penglai truly has no bottom line as an immortal sect. Ye Xuecang could not help sighing inwardly.
This series of actions was no trivial matter. It concerned dealings with the other sects, the safety of surrounding forces—
—and the finances of all these factions.
The Spirit Medicine Mountains and Spirit Herb Gardens of the Cultivation World actually had substantial inherent biases. Take the Wei Family, for instance: all the Spirit Herbs they planted were low-grade, relying on quantity for victory, supplemented by crafting Spirit Talismans.
The Jiang Family dealt in pill refinement and restaurants, while the Li Family specialized in artifact refinement and formations. Yet regardless, if they could only remain trapped in one place, let alone develop, even maintaining their original strength would become difficult.
But if they truly launched a large-scale counterattack, Yan Country's Cultivation World clearly did not possess that strength.
With neither immortal sect taking action, no matter how many Nascent Soul cultivators Medicine King Valley had, it would only be drinking poison to quench thirst.
Before long, a graceful figure appeared outside the hall.
It