Chapter 673: Amidst Blood and Fire, the Maiden Becomes Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun

Jiang Ding set aside the official matters of Master Tushan Xiancheng.

Conducting business in the Cultivation World is naturally not so easy; bandit cultivators and mountain thieves are everywhere.

However, things are still fine for now, as many Jin Dan cultivators are willing to grant Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun a favor.

Even if they are unwilling to grant it, the Tushan Maidservant Group, coupled with a vast number of Jin Dan cultivators bound by substantial benefits and a touch of emotion, will make the bandit cultivators know whether they should grant it or not.

Having finished all this,

Jiang Ding looked at the sea of stars within his soul representing the Northern Plains Maidservants.

It had increased by another double.

"Hiss... they are quite capable of expanding."

Jiang Ding was somewhat speechless: "I dare bet they absolutely recruited a large number of ready-made Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment cultivators, even Jin Dan cultivators; they are skirting the edge with me."

Years have passed, and the number of Tushan Maidservants has shockingly increased to over ten thousand!

Two spiritual roots are correct, and being female is also correct.

But the rest has no threshold at all; they will take anyone, acting like warlords, expanding their forces recklessly.

"Should I punish them?"

Jiang Ding hesitated somewhat.

According to his thinking, Dao Soldiers are best cultivated from childhood; adult cultivators have too many thoughts, too much complexity.

If left unchecked, he might have to personally slaughter a vast number of maidservants in the future, and his heart would be reluctant.

As for them all being female, there were also considerations regarding the Dao path.

Dao Soldiers are, after all, only Dao Soldiers.

Characterized by rapid cultivation, their main method is group combat; they are uniform and lack individuality.

If the entire world were like this, it would be far too boring, a stagnant pool, with no new wisdom of the Immortal Dao colliding or arising, which is detrimental to the Great Dao.

Everything must have a limit; going too far is as bad as not going far enough.

Dao Soldiers are the same.

Just as Jiang Ding was thinking, the sea of stars representing the Northern Plains Maidservants before him shook, and a patch of star points trembled incessantly.

After a moment,

the spiritual light gradually dimmed, the aura dropped significantly, and a small patch extinguished directly.

The star points that extinguished completely numbered over a thousand.

Jiang Ding was stunned.

For a long time,

"Sigh,"

"This day has finally arrived."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

Many years ago, when Chun Chun Jian, Shang Gong, Shang Yun, and even Gong Gong Caiyu and Dong Cang had firmly declared before him that they would fight for the Dao in the Northern Plains and would have no regrets even in death, he knew this day would come sooner or later.

Today, it has truly arrived.

His gaze fixed on a star point; after a moment, his perspective sank from within the sea of stars, sank, and kept sinking.

Vaguely, his gaze fell into a crimson grassland covered in corpses, with rivers of blood flowing; the flags of the Liu Dao Sect pursued the fleeing enemy, while the blood-red flags collapsed and fled, with a corpse falling down from time to time.

Black Snow Great Grassland.

"Flee!"

"Flee quickly!"

Dong Xue Liu Yun and the Blood Cloud Cavalry were fleeing madly, their expressions wretched; the Eighteen Riders had lost over ten riders at some point, their whereabouts unknown, lacking the dignity that once ruled the entire Black Snow Great Grassland, their heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

Around them, female cultivators like Hei Lou Xi, Chun Chun Jian, and Shang Gong were also fleeing, barely maintaining the order of the military formation.

The main reason they could run this far was that, as the commander of the army, Dong Xue Liu Yun was within the main force and did not suffer the full brunt of the damage, plus the Liu Dao Sect's military formation moved slowly, with only a few powerful pursuers chasing them.

But it seemed they could not hold out much longer.

The Liu Dao Holy Son, Yin Dao, was no weakling; moreover, he brought a small contingent of elite Jin Dan cultivators to pursue them.

If this continued, most people would die.

"Alas!"

"Heaven intends to destroy me!"

Dong Xue Liu Yun wept bitterly, tears dripping down.

The Great Dao was clearly right before their eyes, they had already advanced a great step, yet they were about to lose it; even an iron man would be driven to despair by this.

"Everyone!"

He said with regret in his voice, weeping:

"It is my incompetence; I clearly saw my brothers indulging in wine, women, dogs, and hunting day and night, fighting endlessly for spirit stones and heavenly treasures, creating rifts in our emotions, yet I could not stop it."

"This is my fault."

"Everyone, go; let each of us flee separately. Yin Dao will keep pursuing me; perhaps this way there is still a sliver of a chance for survival."

Tie Gu Jin Gang, Blood Spear General Hei Lou Cheng, Hei Lou Xi, Shang Gong, Shang Yun, and others looked at him with complex expressions, unwilling to accept it.

Clearly, the people of the Blood King Army, whether in the number of Jin Dan, Foundation Establishment, or Qi Condensation cultivators, were five or even six times that of the Liu Dao Sect, and Dong Xue Liu Yun's personal strength was not much inferior to Yin Dao's.

Their ability to command the military formation was equally not lacking.

So why the failure?

The hearts were not united.

The speed at which the various Jin Dan cultivators became corrupt and degenerated was beyond imagination; a vast number of Jin Dan cultivators surrendered to the Liu Dao Sect, were accepted by them as vassal families, and they accepted everyone without exception.

On the battlefield, after suffering a slight setback, they scrambled to abandon their comrades and fled first.

Clearly, in the past when they dueled individually, each was a decisive and ruthless figure; even when unable to prevail, they would fight desperately to tear a piece of flesh from the enemy, willing to self-destruct without hesitation.

Jin Dan cultivators of scattered cultivator origin were never cowards; they were all ruthless men who had climbed up through killing.

But once formed into an army or a group, they were so fragile!

When the Liu Dao Sect's great army arrived, even without the great armies of Bingxuedian and Zhenjun He Huan Sect, merely the Liu Dao Sect's great army, as soon as combat began, the Blood King Army's great forces melted away rapidly like snow under the scorching sun.

"... Commander, take care!"

"Since ancient times, heroes of the Cultivation World have all had to endure hardships and dangers, countless failures, before attaining the Dao; if we can escape alive, there may yet be a day for our restoration."

"You take care!"

Without any indecisive hesitation or refusal, Iron-Boned Vajra, Blood-Handed Demon Li Tu, Blood Spear General Hei Lou Cheng, Hei Lou Xi, and others bowed with clasped fists; their escape lights scattered in different directions, one path per direction, fleeing at extreme speed, each awaiting their own fate.

"Kill the Blood-Flowing Cloud!"

"Kill him and receive a heavy reward!"

Liu Dao Sect's Holy Son Yin Dao shouted sternly, leading a portion of Jin Dan cultivators sufficient to form an overwhelming advantage to continue the pursuit and slaughter.

There was no thought of individual dueling, even if they feared nothing.

The remaining Liu Dao Sect Jin Dan cultivators, sneering, charged toward the others, leaving not one alive.

Wails, screams.

Jin Dan cultivators died from time to time.

On such a battlefield, Jin Dan cultivators were even more dangerous than Foundation Establishment cultivators; at least no one would focus attention on a Foundation Establishment cultivator; as long as one ran fast and had good concealment techniques, there was a chance of escape.

Jiang Ding, through the perspective of the Dao Soldiers, silently watched the battlefield.

Xia Zhi's first maid, the infant sister from the Shang clan's collateral branch, Shang Yun, had already died.

She died on the battlefield; when the great tide collapsed, an individual could not defy heaven.

At this moment, Chun Chun Jian, Shang Gong, and Hei Lou Xi were fleeing using the Three Talents Formation of the Tian Chong Guang Yao Yang Dao Soldiers; since all were Jin Dan cultivators and possessed considerable array arts, their speed far exceeded that of peak Jin Dan cultivators.

They were gradually leaving the battlefield, slowly becoming safe.

"The excellent collateral branch of General General Heishi, Hei Lou Xi..."

Jiang Ding looked at that gorgeous woman whose back wings flapped, whipping up a gale.

Within her body was a Tian Chong Guang Yao Yang Dao Soldier flying sword, already refined to the realm of a Lower Grade Treasure, showing a tendency to replace her own Black Wing Ben Ming Fa treasure.

Obviously,

she had joined the massive expansion of maids in the Northern Plain Master Tushan.

At this very moment, an inexplicable mood arose in his heart; Jiang Ding no longer opposed anything or imposed any constraints.

"Young women,"

"Fight, kill."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself: "This is the fate of sword Dao cultivators and sword Dao soldiers; to advance further and achieve Nascent Soul, this is the path that must be taken.

"No one can avoid it, including those who take shortcuts like Ran Gu; in the end, they must engage in slaughter."

"Amidst blood and fire, amidst the deaths of comrades and enemies, you will attain the position of Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun."

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(End of this chapter)