Chapter 1265: The Immortal Dao's Industrial Technology Spreads to Numerous Minor Thousand Worlds

The Dayang Dayang Tianchi shrank its form, traversing the skies of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, surveying the land, surveying the beings of the Minor Thousand Worlds that the Immortal Sect had ruled for over a thousand years.

"Greetings, Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun!"

"Congratulations on your triumphant return from the Thousand-Year War, laying the foundation for the Immortal Sect's ten-thousand-year legacy!"

In the Sun Abyss, a great host of Immortal Sect Nascent Soul cultivators and Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators bowed in solemn salute.

Every one of them was beaming with joy; the Immortal Sect's juniors wore expressions of worship and admiration, as if gazing upon a living piece of history, an ancient fossil.

This was the Immortal Sect's hero of the present age.

A hero of the present age, worthy of being inscribed in the history books, occupying several pages!

The Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators, meanwhile, were deeply awed, not daring to harbor even a single stray thought in their hearts.

The Soul Transformation cultivators with high ideological and moral standing, such as Hua Teng and Huo Bao, had no such stray thoughts at all; while excitedly offering congratulations, their gazes turned upward with anticipation, and a certain notion in their hearts suddenly flared hot.

"Please rise, everyone."

"The victory in this war does not belong to me, but to the hundreds of millions of citizens as a whole. One must not place too much focus on individuals in war."

Jiang Ding laughed heartily, then admonished them repeatedly.

The civil officials and military generals of the various Minor Thousand Worlds below knew that Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun disliked elaborate formalities, so they quickly straightened up.

One by one, the gift boxes opened automatically, flying before each Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Soul Transformation cultivator.

"It has been many years; I have missed you all dearly."

"There are some small gifts for everyone, to mark the occasion."

Jiang Ding looked at the many cultivators below, and a few sighs welled up in his heart.

The vast majority of the Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators who had accompanied him in pacifying Jiao Jiao Mingyu back then were dead, claimed by the passage of time; the very few remaining had advanced to Hua Shen Qi, and likewise were not present here.

He did not recognize a single one of the Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators here; he would need to consult the dossiers provided by the Sect to know who was who—they were all strangers.

Nevertheless, their thoughts and outlooks on life and values were quite similar to his own, and there was no great gulf between the two sides.

As for the Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators, they were still the same as ever, with little change; their numbers remained in the dozens, having increased by seven or eight over the millennium.

Seeing the gifts before them, every cultivator's breath hitched at once.

Before the Immortal Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators were top-grade fifth-tier Skyblue Spirit-Tempering Pills, a whole bottle at that—capable of tempering magic power and raising the odds of advancing to Soul Transformation by a sliver. A bottle of six in total was worth several Soul Transformation-grade spiritual materials.

Before the Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators, meanwhile, was a portion of unrefined spiritual material, all fifth-tier lower-grade materials suited to each respective Soul Transformation cultivator, radiating brilliant spiritual light—the finest of their grade.

In terms of value, naturally the Immortal Sect Nascent Soul cultivators' gifts were higher, but

they all belonged to the same tier.

There was a certain political undertone here—namely, the Immortal Sect's long-advocated principle of granting the Minor Thousand Worlds cultivators a measure of respect, without trampling on their dignity.

At the very first meeting, hundreds of Soul Transformation-grade spiritual items were bestowed, leaving the many Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators nearly breathless.

As the Immortal Sect rose with the tide and its strength swelled explosively, Jiang Ding's wealth swelled in tandem at breakneck speed; among Void Refinement cultivators he could be called a top-tier magnate, and such gifts could not stir any particular feeling in him.

"Many thanks for the Canghai Tianjun's bestowal!"

The many cultivators rejoiced in their hearts and spoke in unison.

"There is no need for such ceremony."

Jiang Ding smiled and waved his hand.

He said no more, his gaze piercing through the Dayang Dayang Tianchi, falling upon the land below, upon the various tribes of the Minor Thousand Worlds, carefully observing their lives, their cultivation, their farming, and their military service, and so on.

The many Immortal Sect Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Minor Thousand Worlds Soul Transformation cultivators held their breath, attending on either side, not daring to disturb him.

……

Jiang Ding's gaze settled on a rabbit tribe settlement.

No—calling it a tribe was outdated and inappropriate; the proper term should be the Red River Rabbit Folk Small Town.

This small town had a population of several thousand, and was not the sort of tribe brimming with a wild, barbaric atmosphere. Red brick and tile houses stood in neat rows along the town, a small river ran through its center, and a little bridge connected the eastern and western halves of the town.

The town's main population was the Rabbit Folk, making up over ninety percent; the remainder were residents of the Fox Folk, Tiger Folk, Human Folk, and others.

Yes, there were also Tiger Folk and Fox Folk residents.

They ate meat; the well-off raised pigs, cattle, sheep, and the like, while the poorer caught frogs, fish, loaches, and so on—though such cases were rare, because any Tiger or Fox Folk with the spiritual intelligence to be called yao were cultivators, at least at the first layer of Qi Refining, possessing magic power and divine sense.

This kind of power, even if used for rough labor like hauling sacks, could earn them meat at every meal.

As for wanting to eat better—to have spiritual meat—one could only do so by possessing some skill in Immortal Dao production.

For instance, the few Tiger Folk cultivators residing in Red River Rabbit Town possessed decent first-tier White Frost Grass cultivation skills; otherwise they would not have chosen to settle here.

First-tier White Frost Grass.

This was the raw material for the superior-grade Qi Condensing Pills refined by the Immortal Sect's Ministry of Education, needed in vast quantities, distributed as cultivation pills and basic welfare to cultivators below the seventh grade of the Immortal Sect. Because the demand was enormous, superior spiritual lands were selected across the various Minor Thousand Worlds for its cultivation.

Yes, even for Immortal Sect mortal martial artists, the basic public welfare included first-tier superior-grade spiritual pills.

The citizens of a hegemon of the realms were not merely so in name—their treatment was terrifyingly generous.

Red River Rabbit Town was one such cultivation base for first-tier White Frost Grass; the annual output of first-tier White Frost Grass by these Rabbit, Fox, and Tiger Folk cultivators directly determined their remuneration and cultivation resources.

Jiang Ding looked toward the mayor of Red River Rabbit Town.

This was a seventh-layer Qi Refining cultivator of the Ox Folk, named Niu Baishi; his wife was Niu Hua; they had three sons and one daughter. This year, having been spiritually awakened for fifty-seven years, he had graduated from the Immortal Sect Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie Southern Immortal Dao Vocational and Technical University. He had successively served as a clerk in the Yellow Earth Fox Town, then deputy mayor, and was later transferred to serve as mayor of Red River Rabbit Town, a post he had now held for sixteen years.

His dossier in the Organization Department stated that he handled affairs diligently, possessed good ideological and moral character, supported the Immortal Sect, and had achieved solid political accomplishments in every posting—thus becoming a focal point of attention for the Organization Department of the Immortal Sect Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie, with considerable hope of advancing to Foundation Establishment in the future.

Having been spiritually awakened for fifty-seven years meant he had become a yao, possessing spiritual intelligence, for fifty-seven years.

Before becoming a yao, he was merely a wild beast, possessed of no rights whatsoever; this was recognized not only by the Human Folk but also by the yao Folk themselves, who did not regard wild beasts as their own kind.

The Mo Teng Southern Immortal Dao Vocational and Technical University only admitted Minor Thousand Worlds cultivators, aiming to cultivate yao cultivators of all races with stronger productive capacity, providing more resources for the Immortal Sect, and fostering a group of powerholders who genuinely supported the Sect.

This was part of the vision Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun had conceived back then, and it had now become reality.

"His ideological and moral score is roughly one hundred and twelve."

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept across, focusing his observation on Niu Baishi's soul, estimating with the Immortal Sect's ideological-and-moral-investigation spell.

He had personally deployed it against a Qi Refining cultivator; its precision was extremely high, even surpassing the judgment of Shenmu Shenmu Futianrong's Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie offshoot, with virtually no possibility of error.

One hundred and twelve points.

That score isn't low at all — it already counts as sincerely supporting the Immortal Sect, and indeed there's nothing wrong with it.