Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

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Crack!

In the midst of the dense forest, a thick layer of accumulated snow suddenly flew up, revealing a pitch-black hole in the ground.

Wang Chen leaped out from the secret passage.

With a wave of his robe, he concealed the entrance to the tunnel once more.

The next moment, Wang Chen's figure disappeared from the spot without a trace.

After the time it takes an incense to burn down, he appeared outside Flying Immortal City.

The beast tide had receded.

Twelve flying warships hovered above the city, their bows facing outward in a defensive formation, with a faint light shimmering on their hulls.

These flying warships belonged to large third-tier magical treasures, with both combat and offensive power that were extremely formidable.

Even Great Monsters would hesitate to easily challenge their edge!

Some of the warships had their cabin doors wide open, with cultivators wearing moon-white robes flying in and out.

A scene of bustling activity unfolded.

Most of these cultivators were quite young, around their twenties or thirties, mainly male cultivators, with very few female cultivators in sight.

However, although the beasts had retreated back into Jade Dragon Mountain, the damage they caused could not be easily erased in a short time.

Walking on the streets littered with broken stones and tiles, Wang Chen witnessed one tragic scene after another.

Countless monster beasts had destroyed nearly half the city, especially the outer regions, which had nearly been leveled to the ground.

Among the ruins, the bodies of numerous cultivators were scattered.

They were actually considered lucky— at least their bodies were left behind, as most of those killed in battle had been devoured by monster beasts.

Leaving behind a terrain soaked in blood.

The white-robed cultivators descending from the warships were engaged in cleaning up these bodies.

They first took the storage bags, carefully searched the bodies, and then piled them up for cremation.

Once the bodies were reduced to ashes, these white-robed cultivators then deployed Rebirth Talismans and Evil-Repelling Talismans.

This could dispel the spirits' grievances to avoid the emergence of evil wraiths.

Wang Chen noticed that all of these white-robed cultivators had an embroidery of a roaring tiger, with its head held high, on the chest area of their robes.

Clearly belonging to the same organization.

Yet as they orderly looted the dead and collected treasures, some of the surviving cultivators of Flying Immortal City could not hold back any longer.

A cultivator stealthily hid beside a collapsed stone house, reaching out to grab the body lying behind the house.

The body was dressed in a brocade robe, its head pierced by a bone spike, and in death, its eyes remained wide open.

A storage bag with a pattern was hanging on its waist, looking quite sophisticated.

The object of this cultivator's covetous desire was precisely this storage bag.

Believing himself entirely undetected, he was about to grab the storage bag when, suddenly, a dazzling streak of Sword Light descended from the sky and pierced through his skull!

Immediately after, a white-robed cultivator swooped down to the scene.

With a sneer, he rummaged through the two bodies without the slightest courtesy.

He then grabbed them and threw them onto the pile of corpses.

And such incidents occurred more than once; not a single person managed to steal successfully.

Rather, quite a few cultivators ended up being "the chicken" that got killed!

The effect was quite good.

Apart from the cultivators who died in battle, these white-robed cultivators were also collecting the remains of the monster beasts, tucking away any with largely intact bodies into their storage bags.

The flying warships hovering above Flying Immortal City kept the entire city under close surveillance, striking down fiercely at anyone attempting to snatch spoils from the tiger's mouth!

However, the white-robed cultivators did not restrict the entry and exit of Flying Immortal City cultivators, they ignored anyone not interfering with their actions.

But when they encountered any injured cultivators, the white-robed cultivators would proactively offer Healing Pills.

Showing quite a bit of goodwill.

Noticing this, Wang Chen had entered the city to investigate.

After this disaster of the beast tide, the dynamics within Flying Immortal City were bound to undergo tremendous change.

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If he stayed outside continuously, he wouldn't be able to understand the situation here and would end up being quite passive in the future.

After all, Wang Chen planned to use Flying Immortal City as a stepping stone to head to the West Sea Spirit Domain.

In the central area of the Flying Immortal City district, which had been less damaged by the Monster Beasts, large groups of Cultivators who had survived the catastrophe gathered together in clusters.

Some were worried the Monster Beasts would return en masse and wanted to organize a team to leave the Flying Immortal City.

Others thought that leaving the Flying Immortal City now would be very unwise since the Outer Domain might be swarming with numerous Monster Beasts.

Going out alone, without support, was tantamount to suicide!

Some wanted to leave, some wanted to stay, and those with differing opinions argued until their faces turned red and their ears became hot.

"Stop arguing!"

A Cultivator suddenly said, "Does anyone know to whom these Flying Warships belong?"

This was the heart of the problem.

Previously, when the Monster Beasts besieged Flying Immortal City, had it not been for the timely arrival of these heavily armed Flying Warships, it would have been fortunate if even one-tenth of those present survived.

It was just that everyone had intentionally or unintentionally ignored this issue; now, facing each other, they fell into a moment of silence.

In fact, many Cultivators harbored doubts.

On one hand, they had to be grateful to these outsiders for saving their lives.

On the other hand, everyone felt that the Flying Warships looming overhead would not depart easily and probably would cause a tremendous impact on their future life in Flying Immortal City.

There was an instinctive apprehension!

"I know."

A middle-aged Cultivator with graying temples spoke in a deep voice, "They belong to the White Tiger Sect!"

The White Tiger Sect was a mid-sized Immortal Cultivation sect with its main entrance tens of thousands of miles away. Their sudden substantial arrival in Flying Immortal City couldn't be a mere coincidence in passing.

One should know that even for a medium-sized Immortal Gates, assembling a dozen or so Flying Warships was already the limit.

Someone asked, "So, what do we do?"

No one answered this question.

What could they do?

They could only take it one step at a time.

There were no other Immortal Cities within thousands of miles of the Flying Immortal City, and now, with it being winter and the Outer Domain extremely dangerous,

who would be willing to run out there unless absolutely necessary?

The intentions of the White Tiger Sect were unclear, but with twelve Flying Warships standing guard, there was no need to fear a resurgence of Monster Beasts.

Staying here was undoubtedly safer.

Some supported the idea, some opposed it, but the disparate group of Cultivators couldn't reach a consensus.

They soon dispersed each to their own way.

Wang Chen, who had blended into the crowd, also left.

He found an inn nearby to stay.

His original Cave Mansion had been destroyed by the Red Earth Beast, and even the tunnels and chambers were mostly ruined. To return and reside there again, it would take a great deal of time to repair and refurbish.

The effort would not be less than rebuilding from scratch!

Wang Chen did not plan on rebuilding; he decided to stay in Flying Immortal City for a few days, clearing up the situation before making a decision wasn't too late.

As the central regions of the city were basically intact, some restaurants and inns that had not been affected by the war continued to operate without shutting down.

No matter how tough times were, life had to go on.

Wang Chen paid the room rent for five days and took a single room in the inn to stay temporarily, awaiting changes in the situation.

As it turned out, his decision was the right one.

On the day following the retreat of the beast tide, all twelve Flying Warships landed on the outskirts.

The Cultivators from the White Tiger Sect were busily distributing notices throughout the city.

Wang Chen got one as well.

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The first update is here.