Chapter 557: with translation of chapter title

What did you say? Dao Yi Sect won big?

All five battlefields were victorious?

This...............

All the major sects in Dongzhou sounded out such shocked voices; at first, facing the mighty Fomen, they held the idea of watching the tigers fight from the mountain.

After all, to them, who exactly ruled Dongzhou didn't matter; anyway, it wouldn't affect them.

Perhaps they could even use this great war to bring some benefits to their own sect.

After all, when two tigers fight, it's likely that these jackals will profit.

But who could have imagined that after just one battle, Fomen was almost completely destroyed by Dao Yi Sect—this is absurd.

Except for Luo Xia Sect's garrison at Dongzhou Dukou, the other four battlefields were overwhelming victories.

Fomen was completely beaten, unable to fight back.

This left many feeling incredulous; logically, Fomen should have been stronger.

Even though Dao Yi Sect isn't weak either, it shouldn't lose from a single blow like that, right?

Send people to monitor the battlefield closely; our sect needs to know exactly how Dao Yi Sect won.

No one could understand why the result turned out this way; in the end, all the major sects sent people to each battlefield to witness firsthand how Dao Yi Sect won.

Compared to the shock of the major sects, Fomen's side was now in a flustered frenzy.

Not only because of the crushing defeat in the first battle, but more seriously, their Space Rings were stolen.

Adding to the many injured disciples, this has left Fomen critically short of medicine.

Although there were indeed some backups on the star ships, most had already been distributed to each disciple during the fighting.

Now that the Space Rings are gone, relying solely on these backup medicines on the star ships is really hard to sustain.

On the boundary sea outside Nan Jing City, where Fomen is stationed, the star ships are now in utter chaos.

Many Fomen disciples can be seen rushing back and forth, desperately trying to heal their injured fellow cultivators, especially those who severed their own life roots.

"No good, Shī xiōng, this bleeding won't stop; we must have medicine."

A young little monk, with a complex expression, told the Shī xiōng beside him, "This gauze was just wrapped on, but in an instant it was soaked with blood—completely useless."

Hearing this, the Shī xiōng beside him also became flustered, replying impatiently.

"What can I do? No medicine left—just plug it for now."

"Plug it?"

"Then what else can we do? Wait for reinforcements from Xizhou before we talk."

Huh???

Hearing this, the little monk fell silent, as did the injured disciple—"Listen to yourself, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Wait for Xizhou's reinforcements? My blood is gushing out, and you want me to wait for Xizhou's reinforcements?"

If we wait for reinforcements, we'll literally be turned into human jerky.

But aside from that, there's no other way—no medicine, what do you suggest we do?

Not only the disciples, but the Fomen sages as well are irritable beyond measure.

"Dao Yi Sect, I, your humble monk, will have no rest until we are dead."

"Cut the 'no rest until death' talk—first tell us how to handle the medicine."

All the medicine on the star ships has been taken out, but it's still not enough; moreover, we've contacted Xizhou, and waiting for their reinforcements will take time.

What are we to do in the meantime?

Another issue is clothing—who knows what stealing techniques Dao Yi Sect will use with Exploring Cloud Hand and Following Star Finger; Fomen simply didn't prepare many clothes.

Now the disciples can only share a single set of clothing among several people.

For example, one wears underpants, another wears an undershirt, another just drapes a kasaya over nothing.

Like this, many disciples are still completely naked.

"We have a way."

Just as several Fomen sages were at a loss, an old monk hurried in; hearing this, they all quickly turned to look and asked.

"What way? Speak quickly."

"Dongzhou Dukou."

"Dongzhou Dukou?"

"Yes, although Dongzhou Dukou also lost, the situation is completely different—they still have plenty of medicine and clothing."

Dongzhou Dukou is after all not under Dao Yi Sect's responsibility but Luo Xia Sect's.

Compared to Dao Yi Sect's disciples, Luo Xia Sect's disciples are obviously much more normal.

Therefore, the Fomen at Dongzhou Dukou, although defeated, suffered only a plain defeat.

Things like Space Rings, clothing, life roots—they're still there.

Moreover, Dongzhou Dukou is much closer to Nan Jing City; at a sage's speed, even without using the Teleportation Array, they can arrive in about a Shíchén.

Hearing this, several Fomen sages' eyes lit up.

"Good, good, I'll contact my Shī xiōng here."

"Right, right, right—have them send over some clothing and medicine."

"The main thing is medicine—many disciples can't control their bleeding."

"I know, I know, don't rush."

Seeing hope, immediately one of the sages took out the Xiǎnyǐng zhèn pán and contacted his Shī xiōng, who happened to be the one in charge of Dongzhou Dukou.

The disk connected quickly, and upon the Formation Light Curtain appeared a kind‑eyed old monk.

"Amitabha, what does my junior Shī xiōng need?"

Shī xiōng, save me!

Who would have thought that upon hearing this, his own junior disciple directly shouted for help; hearing this, this Shī xiōng was stunned, then sized up his bare-chested junior disciple, furrowed his brows, and immediately rebuked.

Junior disciple, in broad daylight, what propriety is there in being naked?

Shī xiōng, I have no choice.

No choice?

Dao Yi Sect bastards are simply not human...

Speaking of the Dao Yi Sect, this Fomen holy one is infuriating; he has never seen such a shameless person, and yet claims to be an orthodox righteous sect—bullshit! He's dirtier than those Demonic Cultivators.

He then recounted the battlefield events in full to his own Shī xiōng; after listening, the Shī xiōng fell into a long silence.

Damn, can something like this even happen on the battlefield?

Junior disciple, are you sure you're speaking like a person?

Shī xiōng, don't make trouble; how would I joke about something this important?

But you this... old monk strokes...

After a long time, the Shī xiōng finally took charge of all this, while the junior disciple anxiously said.

Shī xiōng, don't think about it first; first get some clothes and medicine for me—we're urgently waiting here.

I just don't understand—how can fighting turn out like this? Not only did we suffer a crushing defeat, but the enemy even stole our supplies bare‑handed; now we have no medicine or clothes—how was this battle fought?

However, seeing the junior disciple's anxious expression, the Shī xiōng still nodded.

Good, I'll have someone send it over right away.

Good, good, good, thanks Shī xiōng; please hurry as much as possible—several of our disciples here are in a bad state.

Not optimistic? Upon hearing this, the Shī xiōng's eyelid twitched—are you talking about those disciples who severed their own life source? That's really ruthless; they could actually do such a thing.

I understand.

He nodded in agreement, then immediately hung up the Formation.