Martial Suppression Army camp.
Lu Cheng looked at the pill Shen Yi had given him and only then confirmed that the one taken from Xu Zhao was indeed a Qi Condensation Pill.
Who would have thought that he had become the greatest winner?
Yet this time, the East Sun Sect had suffered far more than broken bones and torn sinews.
Tu Yuan sighed. "In last night's chaos, seven East Sun Sect elders died. Yunhuizi's injuries are so severe that forget recovery—even preserving his cultivation without it falling would be a blessing beyond measure."
"Fortunately, they reacted quickly. The Alchemy Room and Scripture Pavilion were not breached, or the losses would have been impossible to estimate."
If Yunling Zi, Han Lingxiao, and the other two were the East Sun Sect's backbone, then the grand elders and core disciples at Body Refining Perfection across its various peaks were its foundation.
The outcome of this turmoil was that one quarter of the East Sun Sect's backbone had been lost, while thirty percent of its foundation had scattered.
Shen Yi merely sneered, sounding rather pleased by their misfortune. "Jianghu sects have always been like this. They rise swiftly, but they fall just as fast."
"Those people lie beneath the shade of their ancestors. Their cultivation was piled up with pills, their status handed down through bloodlines. Only their vision and
their hearts were so narrow that they could hold no more than the tiny bit of authority before their eyes.
"They did not seek to advance their cultivation, knowing only how to fight for power and profit. Yet each was more afraid of death than the last. That they have endured for so many years is, in itself, proof that their fortune is flourishing."
Hearing this, Lu Cheng also fell silent.
At the root