Of course, during their brief exchange, none of them forgot where they were, nor did their movements cease.
Guo Poyun, Liao Yunxi, and the other nine core members of the Cloth-Clad Alliance kept driving their Treasures against the red cells, rescuing the Purple Turban Army cultivators one after another.
By the eighth breath after the battle ended, every target of this operation had been rescued.
"As long as you help open my cell, I will remember your immense kindness for the rest of my life, Fellow Daoists!"
"Fellow Daoist, I once hid a precious treasure somewhere in Wu Province. If you lend me a hand now, I am willing to give it to you without reservation!"
"Fellow Daoist..."
Seeing the immortal prison guards dealt with, the chances of this jailbreak succeeding seemed very high. Even Golden Core cultivators could no longer afford to care about their dignity.
Seeing Liu Yu and the others about to leave, they all called out.
For a time, cries for help rose one after another.
Even the cultivators who had remained silent changed their minds and began calling for help.
Some promised precious treasures, pledging to hand over everything once they got out.
Some were willing to accept a Primordial Spirit Restriction and spend the rest of their lives as slaves, serving like oxen and horses.
Some had considerable backgrounds and offered to become sworn brothers, weathering wind and rain together, promising assistance along the Dao Path once they escaped.
Faced with these temptations, not only Guo Poyun and the other core members, but even some Purple Turban Army cultivators began to waver.
After all, they were cultivators of the same realm. The "precious treasures" these prisoners mentioned might very well be useful to them too.
Under such circumstances, who would not be tempted, apart