On the fifth day after the Cultists launched their attack, the cleanup work at the Celestial Master's Mansion on Mount Longhu was finally more or less complete.
Over the past few days, the wounded and dead on both sides had all been taken care of properly.
Of course, "taken care of properly" was a rather broad term.
For their own people, whether wounded or dead, they had naturally received the best possible care. The best medical treatment and burial plots were a given.
As for the Cultists, even the wounded were doomed to have steel needles driven into the Du meridian at the back of their necks to restrict their qi, then be bound hand and foot and tossed into a cell to await death or long-term imprisonment.
And as for the Cultists who had died, there was even less to say!
Those bastards probably wouldn't even have their pitiful names preserved. Most likely, they'd be cremated and treated as unknown casualties. Whether they were flushed down a toilet or dumped in a flower bed to become fertilizer, who knew? Either way, they wouldn't be getting anything like a grave or an urn for their ashes.
By now, Mount Longhu's back hills had been searched from top to bottom. Even the tourist area on the front side of the mountain had been forced to close for a full three days. Almost all the Cultists still on the mountain had been found and captured.
Even if a few had slipped through the net and were hiding deep in the mountains, there couldn't be many of them. If they were found, the furious Daoist priests at the Celestial Master's Mansion could handle them themselves. So the employees of the Everywhere Express Company, including Xu San and Xu Si, who had overseen the