"The injured cultivators on our side have also been taken care of."
Jiang Qiushui's gentle voice sounded behind him.
Hearing this, Liu Yu swept the area with his divine sense.
Sure enough, the surroundings of Phoenix Mountain had quieted down. No cultivators were fighting anymore.
The sect disciples, cultivators from the Subordinate Forces, and Wei Household cultivators had all "set up camp."
Some took out meditation cushions and sat on the ground, some slipped into tents to shield themselves from view, and others set up simple formations to protect themselves as they began tending their injuries and recovering their magic power.
Although Liu Yu could harvest the White Household's Qi Refining cultivators as casually as cutting weeds, that was not true for the others.
To them, these were formidable enemies whose magical artifacts, techniques, and other means were by no means inferior.
With the White Household cultivators desperately fighting to break out, injuries and even deaths were only natural.
Now that Phoenix Mountain had fallen, everything belonging to the White Household naturally belonged to the sect.
Until all the resources on Phoenix Mountain had been inventoried, ordinary cultivators were forbidden from approaching freely, lest anyone line their own pockets.
Of course, the spoils from cultivators they had personally killed still belonged to them.
However, every storage bag taken from the White Household had to undergo an inspection first.
This was to prevent some lucky fellow from getting a "bargain" by killing a White Household cultivator who happened to be carrying a large quantity of the household's resources.
After all, these were now the sect's assets. Protecting them was the duty of every cultivator in the group, and no one dared refuse.
As the leader of the entire group, Liu Yu naturally had to hold any important or rare resources, keeping