Chapter 890: All Nascent Soul Zhenjuns of the Northern Plains Submit

Jiang Ding gazed down at the ninety-nine steps below, where Nascent Soul Zhenjuns knelt in submission.

All that could be seen was a stretch of black heads, not a single face visible.

On the right were the Master Tushan maids.

Spring's maid Spring Sword, Summer's maid Shang Gong, Xun Wind's maid Black Hei Louxi, Winter Snow's maid, Lightning Flash's maid, Lei Ting's maid…

The nine great maids had been completed within these seventy years. Counting Gong Gong Caiyu and other political maids and deputy commanders, the Master Tushan Maid Corps numbered a total of seventeen Nascent Soul Zhenjuns.

That so many could advance was due, first, to the top-tier scripture-grade Gong Fa cultivated by the Master Tushan Maid Corps, the "Spring Summer Autumn Winter Wind Cloud Lightning Thunder Yang Nine Sections Dao Canon," which aided in breaking through bottlenecks;

second, these maids all came from various prodigies and heroes of the Northern Plains, whose natural talent, will, and Dao heart were already top-tier choices; they had only lacked a ladder to rise. After the bloody tempering and refinement of the Wang Ting campaign, they returned from a hundred battles.

third, the abundant opportunities within Wangting Wangting Fudi, left behind by Tushan Tian Jun for nurturing his own bloodline.

Tushan Tian Jun had prepared many contingencies for his bloodline descendants, built toward the goal of Jiangshan enduring for ten million years and the family bloodline never being severed. His reserves of various opportunities were quite rich, and in the end they all benefited these maids.

The three combined were simply heaven, earth, and human harmony; only thus could so many Nascent Soul maids be born in succession within mere hundreds of years.

This was Jiang Ding's guard unit, the Master Shuoyang Dao Soldiers, who addressed him as Sovereign, and were relatively the most reliable.

Jiang Ding looked to the left.

Kneeling on the ground were Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, who were barely concealing their excitement and joy, as well as Lieyang Sword Child Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and other Nascent Soul cultivators whose faces showed fanatical worship.

The sword cultivators of the former Master Shuoyang Sword Sect gazed with burning eyes, as if seeing a sovereign, a father. Kneeling on the ground, their sword hearts felt not the slightest shame, but regarded it as glory.

Then there were the Nascent Soul Zhenjuns of the former Darifa Sect, who likewise shared in the honor, yet also felt a trace of worry. Lacking the sword cultivators' purity, they could not produce that near-instinctive sense of submission.

Their title was Sword Child, with sect recognition and lineage recognition.

They were forever loyal to the Master Shuoyang Sword Child.

Whoever was strongest was the Master Shuoyang Sword Child.

They only needed the Master Shuoyang Sword Child; whoever bore the name of Master Shuoyang Sword Child, they did not care, and might not even care if that person was human.

'Equally reliable, the direct line,'

'so long as I remain the Master Shuoyang Sword Child…'

Jiang Ding murmured within his heart.

Dari Sect currently had thirty-two Nascent Soul Zhenjuns, all of whom had come, not even one left to guard the house. Even Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's forceful orders in the name of Sect Master were useless; every Master Dinghai Zhenjun had run here.

"We pay respects to Master Tushan Canghai Tianjun!"

A beat slower, Yin Dao and sixteen other Northern Plains family Zhenjuns bowed respectfully in salute.

Yes, sixteen people.

Among them were Bingxuedian's Mu family's Bingyu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, the Zhenjun He Huan Sect's Liu family, Guishan's Tie family… In short, some of the Nascent Soul cultivators among the Northern Plains families had appeared here, kowtowing to the new Northern Plains sovereign, unwilling to lose their place within the soon-to-emerge dominant power of the Northern Plains.

That would be something more terrifying than death.

They dared to come here, presumably having some assurance; they should have Li Xia Gong in resisting the demon race, and like Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun and others, would not meet death.

Moreover, the past reputation of "Master Tushan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, a promise worth a thousand gold pieces" also played a great role; even enemies acknowledged it and were willing to believe.

Otherwise, many of the Northern Plains family Zhenjuns here would rather flee the Northern Plains, surviving through a hair's breadth of death, than appear here.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon the extra Northern Plains family Zhenjuns, his oppressive might heavy as Rushan, shrouding down.

"We pay respects to Master Tushan Canghai Tianjun!"

Bingxuedian Mu family's ancestor, Bingyu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and others trembled in their hearts, daring not delay a moment, and immediately released their divine souls for inspection.

"We beg Canghai Tianjun to show mercy."

Vast sword intent and divine sense enveloped them.

A moment later, under the anxious gazes of the gathered Northern Plains family Zhenjuns, the blue-robed youth upon the six Wang Zuo opened his eyes and said lightly: "Within a hundred years, you must complete the matter of killing demons to atone for your crimes. Each of you must slay at least three demon lords of the same rank, or three thousand demon kings. No restrictions on method, and solo combat is not required."

"Yes!"

"We humbly obey Canghai Tianjun's command!"

Bingyu Master Dinghai Zhenjun and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun's four were the same.

Within the new Northern Plains Immortal Dao Wang Ting, they, the Northern Plains family bloodline Zhenjuns, were undoubtedly the objects of exclusion. Finding someone to help kill demons would undoubtedly be difficult; even if the other party agreed, they would certainly be fleeced for a hefty sum, far less reliable than Nascent Soul Zhenjuns of the same clan and same plight.

'These people are unreliable; once the force of suppression is lost, they will turn and bite at any moment.'

'They can be used, but not heavily relied upon.'

Jiang Ding set a label upon them.

"We pay respects to Master Tushan Canghai Tianjun!"

The last batch of Nascent Soul Zhenjuns kowtowed respectfully, showing none of the wild arrogance typical of loose cultivators.

At their head were Blood Cloud Master Dinghai Zhenjun Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, Blood Hand Master Dinghai Zhenjun Li Tu, as well as Mu Mu Tianxue, Han Lin, and eleven other loose cultivator Nascent Soul Zhenjuns.

Among these people, Blood Hand Master Dinghai Zhenjun Li Tu was the most uneasy, feeling both relief and a share in the honor.

Back then,

I actually took a sword strike from Canghai Tianjun and did not die?

Granted it was a Jin Dan avatar, granted Canghai Tianjun did not use full force, granted big brother had to use two resurrection treasures, Blood Lotus Seeds, to bring me back to life…

But this was a sword strike from Canghai Tianjun!

Who else in this world, besides this Master Dinghai Zhenjun, has taken a sword strike from Canghai Tianjun and survived?

Li Tu thought with considerable pride.

"Greetings."

Jiang Ding nodded in return, granting them Ding De Zun Zhong.

These people were neither natural subordinates, nor subjugated criminals; they counted as neutral units.

Moreover, although these loose cultivators had many chaotic, bloody, and naive aspects in their resistance against the Northern Plains family's tyranny, the courage within them was beyond doubt, and was something that should earn respect.

'A target for unity and cooperation.'

Jiang Ding hung a label on them.

"Canghai Tianjun speaks too heavily."

Liu Yun and others were overwhelmed with honor, kowtowing repeatedly.

Many scattered cultivator Zhenjuns instantly felt a surge of wild joy.

Tushan Tian Jun, in past cultivation, never discriminated against scattered cultivators, always acted generously, and kept every promise!

Now, it was proven once again.

In the hearts of many scattered cultivator Zhenjuns who had long despaired of their Dao path, fire instantly ignited; they began to imagine what.

Gong Fa, pills, heavenly treasures, spiritual lands. And so on.

These were the ladders for cultivators to advance further; in the past, having no way to access them had made people lose heart.

At this moment, hope seemed to appear.

"Pay respects to the Canghai Tianjun!"

"Congratulations to the Canghai Tianjun on ascending to Soul Transformation, extending life by ten thousand years, and attaining the Dao for eternal life!"

Finally, all the Zhenjuns congratulated in unison, their voices neat and loud, shaking the clouds.

"Very good."

Jiang Ding nodded.

He sat on the Six Paths Wang Zuo, quietly gazing at the Zhenjuns below.

The total number of all Nascent Soul Zhenjuns was seventy-six; the vast majority of Nascent Soul Zhenjuns in the Northern Plains should be here; those who did not come absolutely did not exceed ten.

These seventy-six Nascent Soul Zhenjuns jointly expressed their will to submit, without any conditions, without any reason, willing to be driven by a Canghai Tianjun.

Through them, the human lands of the Northern Plains should be stabilized.

(End of this chapter)

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