Chapter 558: Take the Initiative

Dongzhou Dukou, after the Formation was severed, this Fomen Saint softly called out.

"Come here."

His junior martial brother has already spoken; as his Shī xiōng, he should definitely help if he can.

Although the war in Southern Peace City sounds absurd no matter how you hear it, it's impossible to ignore.

Soon, a middle-aged fat monk walked in.

"Greetings, Saint."

"Go send some medicinal pills and clothing to Southern Peace City."

Just hand out some medicinal pills, clothing and such; it's a small matter.

Upon hearing this, the fat monk showed a hint of embarrassment, standing there with a troubled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him remain silent, the Fomen Saint asked curiously; hearing this, the fat monk could only reply truthfully.

"Reply, Saint, we ourselves don't have many medicinal pills left."

"Huh? Where are the medicinal pills?"

"Just now, Joy Cloud City, Thin Cloud Strait, and Martial Army Island all sent word requesting medicinal pills; several Saints have already sent out a lot, so we now.........."

It's not just Southern Peace City asking for medicinal pills and clothing; the three major battlefields have also come asking.

Thus, the originally adequate supplies quickly became scarce.

After all, expecting them to support the remaining four major battlefields is impossible; initially, all support was evenly distributed.

However, now they expect Dongzhou Dukou to produce this much, which is obviously difficult.

Upon hearing this, the Fomen Saint was stunned, then became somewhat doubtful.

"That shouldn't be; could the three major battlefields also have run into trouble?"

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the stranger it seems, but right now the lack of medicinal pills and clothing is a fact; after thinking, the Fomen Saint finally said helplessly."

"Just pick some and send them over."

"This.......... alright."

Seeing the Saint already say this, the fat monk could only grit his teeth and nod in agreement; then, should we just bring a little?

Unaware of the fat monk's difficulties, after two Shíchén, when Southern Peace City received support from Dongzhou Dukou, all the Saints were dumbfounded.

The Saint who previously asked his Shī xiōng, looking at the ten jade bottles and ten monk robes before him, said with a dark face.

"Is this the support from Dongzhou Dukou?"

"Damn it, what can ten medicinal pills do? And ten monk robes—are you trying to send off beggars?"

"This old monk, damn it, will mess you up."

Moreover, a hot-tempered Saint immediately wanted to attack; seeing this, the Fomen disciple responsible for delivery was so frightened he knelt directly on the ground, wanting to cry but unable to.

"Saint, please calm down; we really have no other way; Joy Cloud City, Thin Cloud Strait, and Martial Army Island are also requesting support, really.........."

While arguing on the surface, he felt utterly wronged inside.

"Damn it, you yourselves got into this state, and now you come to blame us?"

Upon hearing this, all the Saints present also fell into silence; they also knew the difficulties of Dongzhou Dukou.

Just.......... looking at these ten medicinal pills before him, what use are they?

Just having sent them, that's all we could do; he waved his hand weakly and let the disciple retreat.

"Step back."

"Yes."

Afterward, many seriously wounded disciples in Southern Peace City finally got to eat the medicinal pills; but looking at the "medicinal pills" delivered to their mouths, these disciples were all dazed.

"Where are the medicinal pills?"

"Isn't this it, Shī xiōng?"

"Damn it, are you teasing me?"

"No way, Shī xiōng, the higher-ups only gave this much."

With a complex expression, he looked at the disciple holding a tiny bit of medicine dregs in his hand; indeed, it was just medicine dregs.

That amount, he feared that even a slightly heavier breath could blow it away directly.

"Are you sure this amount will be useful?"

Looking at his junior martial brother with a complex expression, upon hearing this, his junior martial brother likewise had a complex expression; the two stared at each other, big eyes meeting small eyes; finally, this junior martial brother weakly replied.

"This.......... having some is better than none, right?"

No response; damn it, you're feeding a chicken, surely it's more than this amount?

Seeing Shī xiōng remain silent, after a long silence, the junior martial brother steeled himself to speak.

"Shī xiōng, take the medicine."

"Come on, eat."

Saying this, the Shī xiōng with a deathly expression swallowed the medicine dregs.

At this moment, the junior martial brother quickly handed over a cup of water.

"Shī xiōng, drink water."

"Do you think it's still necessary?"

Just hearing this, the Shī xiōng looked at him speechlessly; the medicine dregs had just dissolved upon entering his mouth, as if he had just swallowed saliva—is it still necessary to drink water?

No choice, he could only embarrassedly take back the water cup, then took the medicine dregs to find another Shī xiōng.

On the Fomen side, things are miserably bad; a single Healing Pill would be wished to be split among hundreds of disciples, yet even so, many disciples still have no medicinal pills to eat.

Those disciples with minor injuries can only rely on themselves to recover, while those with more serious injuries can receive some medicine dregs.

Looking at the Dao Yi Sect side, after a fierce battle, although there were also casualties, the treatment of the injured disciples was completely different.

Look, inside South Peace City, one sees disciples sitting cross-legged recuperating; the healing pills are practically poured into their mouths like beans.

«Junior brother, don't eat that hemostatic pill anymore; I have blood-generating pills, take one. »

«Forget it, I've eaten too many blood-generating pills; let's change the flavor. »

If there were any Fomen disciples present now, they'd surely be so envious their eyes would turn red.

We damn few hundred people share one pill, and you damn still want to change the flavor?

«What's up, are the pills even being fed to your mouths? »

Bullying people too much, simply bullying people too much.

Also precisely because there are sufficient healing pills, the Dao Yi Sect disciples' injuries recover noticeably faster than those of the Fomen side.

This is the most obvious difference between having pills and not having pills.

Why say that fighting wars is all about money? Isn't that exactly this principle?

While the disciples were healing, Bai Hua Xianzi, Mo Yun, Ye Zhangqing, and others gathered together to discuss the next steps.

Everyone agreed that the timing is good now; we can launch an offensive; after this major defeat, Fomen's morale will surely plummet.

At such a time, if we could give them another blow, the following would be much easier.

«Strike while they're down; we must not give Fomen a chance to catch their breath. »

«Hmm, I agree too. »

«What about you all, you also mean this? »

«It's all up to the upper sect's arrangements. »

Everyone kept talking, only Ye Zhangqing sat aside, silent.

Bai Hua Xianzi saw Ye Zhangqing like that and smiled.

«Husband, what do you think? »

Upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing turned his head and looked, thinking, «This woman, what are you asking me for? Haven't you all already made up your minds? »

But since you asked, Ye Zhangqing indeed had some ideas, and without hiding them, he spoke frankly.

«What you all said is not bad; this is indeed an opportunity to take the initiative, but I think the method could be changed. »

«Oh, Yè Chánglǎo, what do you mean by that? »