Chapter 632: The Great Sun Dao Soldier Corps Piled Up from Corpses and Time

"Great Love True Person is indeed a man of outstanding talent."

Jiang Ding nodded, committing this person to memory as a mark.

A figure who is so unconventional, has not been beaten to death, and has truly achieved something is either of great goodness or great wickedness.

Of course, thinking this way might be too prejudiced.

Judge by deeds, not by thoughts.

As long as one does good, that person is good.

If one were to judge by the perfection of the heart, who does not harbor some dirty thoughts?

For instance, the browser history in Jiang Ding's mobile phone.

This is first-class secret information; anyone daring to peek must be beaten to death, then ground a thousand or a hundred times with the Soul-Erasing Dharma, leaving not a single shred of a residual soul with memory.

"Since the situation in Blood Flow Cloud is critical, why do you choose to get involved at this time?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Because there is no other way."

Shang Gong, the first maid of Xia Zhi, said respectfully: "The growth of a Jin Dan cultivator requires vast amounts of heavenly treasures and stable third-grade superior spiritual veins. We dare not touch the Young Master's spoils or delay the Young Master's cultivation. We can only go out to fight and contend, and we do not regret dying today."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

This was the truth; Dao Soldiers exist for the Sword Master and cannot delay the Sword Master's cultivation to support the Dao Soldiers' cultivation.

One or two Jin Dan cultivators were fine, but if there were more, a dozen or even dozens, it would be impossible to support them; one could only reduce requirements and lie in wait.

This was still Jin Dan.

A large number of Foundation Establishment peaks and late-stage Foundation Establishment maids were only two or three spiritual roots; they could not naturally achieve Jin Dan. They must have Jin Dan opportunities, vast amounts of Jin Dan opportunities, and extensive travels to temper their Dao Hearts. Merely guarding a single place to cultivate offered a very small chance of breakthrough.

One would need to wait hundreds of years, or even thousands of years.

Only then would the Master Tushan Maid Group welcome the opportunity for development, using it to control various regions and form accurate rule.

At that time, the Master Tushan Maid Group would still exist, its strength would not diminish in the slightest, and it would become even stronger.

But the people inside would no longer be these people.

Shang Gong, Shang Yun, Dong Cang, Chun Chun Jian, Gong Gong Caiyu, and many other Foundation Establishment peak maids looked eagerly at the young man in green before them, hoping with all their hearts but daring not to urge even a little.

"Since that is the case, then you shall go."

"One-tenth of the people must remain to guard the Three Kingdoms lands; the rest are free to choose, to rotate. Those who wish to go may go, and those who wish to stay may stay. Discuss and decide; no one may be forced."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "I will write a letter; Blood Flow Cloud will grant you convenience."

Because he had once obstructed the Divine Crow True Person, although not intentionally, the deed was done, so Jiang Ding believed Blood Flow Cloud owed him a favor.

If Blood Flow Cloud did not acknowledge it, then he would make him acknowledge it.

Furthermore, at the Falling Luo Xu Zong and the Beast Immortal City, Jiang Ding had once cooperated with a large number of Jin Dan cultivators, establishing good karma; if it was not troublesome, he believed these Jin Dan cultivators would grant a favor.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Chun Chun Jian, Shang Gong, Shang Yun, and other maids were overjoyed, bowing deeply with heads to the ground.

"What are you thanking me for? This is war."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly: "Be safe. I hope you will all return in two hundred years, fulfilling your wishes of today, and not betraying your former selves."

The Wang Ting War lasts for two hundred years.

Two hundred years later, the Wang Ting Wangting Fudi opens; the victors contend for Nascent Soul opportunities, achieving Nascent Soul or dying. The cycle repeats once every thousand years, totaling twelve hundred years, which is exactly the lifespan of a Nascent Soul True Person.

The Nascent Soul True Persons of the direct lines of the great families in the Northern Plains are born from such repeated Wang Ting wars.

Those who can win the Wang Ting War must have talent and skill that are far from poor, ensuring the capability baseline of the family rulers.

Shuo Yang Canghai Tianjun truly loved his descendants, planning everything out.

Two hundred years.

Over such a long process, many Jin Dan will die of old age, many Jin Dan will be born, and many Jin Dan will rely on life-extending pills and secret arts to struggle on.

How many sorrows and joys, how many loyalties and betrayals, each different; it must be very interesting, very brilliant.

"Yes, Young Master!"

All the maids saluted in unison, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn and grave.

No one asked for help.

In the maids' hearts, the figure before them was a Nascent Soul True Person, the Master Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun who shook Ming Zhen Gao Jie; naturally, he could not participate in the Wang Ting War of lower-stage cultivators, so they could only rely on themselves.

Someone unconsciously looked at their old friend, committing them to memory, because this was very likely the last meeting.

The great hero of the Northern Plains, Blood Flow Cloud, the Saint Son of the Six Paths, the Fiery Sun Sword Son, the Iron Family's Gui Gui Juzi... and so on, were all Jin Dan heroes who shook the world for a time.

Even if they were arrogant, they did not think they could look down on them.

This journey would surely be fraught with difficulties and dangers, with life and death as companions.

"Go."

"May the Immortal Dao favor you."

Jiang Ding nodded, watching as the women on the bronze selection platform one by one disappeared.

In the cultivation of Dao Soldiers at the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, tempering through life and death is indispensable.

Every year, geniuses from various small realms come to the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, receive the Dao Soldier flying swords of the Great Sun Sword Son, then rush to various battlefields to fight, temper, and die, only for new geniuses from small realms to arrive, repeating endlessly.

Until several thousand or nearly ten thousand years later, piled upon the bones of countless selves and enemies, born amidst mountains and seas of corpses, they become the Great Sun Dao Soldiers who shake Ming Zhen Gao Jie.

After this matter was settled, the rest was handed over to the Master Tushan clone.

Master Tushan Demon Palace.

It was still this name; its owner was a person who loved history and did not change the original name, representing that some past things and objects hold higher value because of history.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes on the Black Crow Wang Zuo, gazing toward the palace gate.

This palace was built entirely of ordinary black kuoshi stone, without a single streak of another color, tall and majestic. The major cultivators of Master Tushan Xiancheng spent several months constructing it, with only a simple third-grade spirit-gathering array laid down, no further ornamentation — quite different from the General Heishi clan's resplendent grandeur and the bearing of ten-thousand-year wealth.

Today, this newly built palace welcomed its first guest, the first Jin Dan cultivator.

A moment later, accompanied by light footsteps, a middle-aged cultivator of full, imposing features walked into the palace. From a great distance, he bowed deeply toward the blue-robed youth on the Black Crow Wang Zuo: "Greetings, Little Martial Uncle. It has been many years since we last met. Have you been well?"

"Quite well."

Jiang Ding's heart-lake rippled slightly.

The young cultivator before him, with a mature and steady appearance, was known among the cultivators of the Three Kingdoms lands as the Green Fire Old Demon. He was skilled in wielding a green fire magic treasure, frequently raiding the General Heishi clan's cities, spirit mines, and other places, causing heavy casualties, his fearsome reputation resounding far and wide.

Looking carefully at his face, one could faintly discern, from over a hundred years ago, the youthful appearance of that number-one prodigy on the Dragon-Phoenix Ranking in the Jianghu of Yue Kingdom, stirring up many memories in his heart.

A true disciple of Xiang Qiyu Sect, Li Li Qingyun!

"Brother Li, it has been many years. You have advanced to Jin Dan, your cultivation stable — I am truly happy for you. Congratulations."

Jiang Ding said with a sigh.

Of those old acquaintances from Yue Kingdom back then, now only Han Lin, Gong Gong Caiyu, Li Li Qingyun, and a few others remained.

The rest — some dead, some scattered, all vanished without a trace.

He did not know how Han Lin had fared after escaping from Luoxu Sect back then — whether he continued to seek treasures in other clans' ancestral lands and predecessors' cave dwellings, or had already capsized in a ditch, his body dead and his Dao vanished.

(End of chapter)