Chapter 918: Frugal Housekeeping Canghai Tianjun Jiang

"Mother!"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord, having dismissed her attendants, threw herself into the arms of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun, tears streaming down uncontrollably and soaking her robes. No longer the calm and polite figure from the Black Hei Mo Gong, she said with resentment: "Tushan, you old thief! I will never share the same sky with you!"

"Today you bullied me by relying on your realm; one day I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold, and slaughter the human race to settle the score!"

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord growled low, her eyes mad and terrifying, revealing the bloodthirsty nature inherent to the demon race.

Even the most benevolent emperors, no matter how much grace they bestow upon their subordinates, must be built upon the foundation of a top predator's brutality and bloodshed; otherwise, the demon race will surely rebel, and all grace and righteousness will be useless.

"As long as Little Feng is fine."

"As long as she is fine."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun soothed her gently, extending her divine sense to examine her daughter's soul and body bit by bit using the bloodline secret technique of the Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng clan, and said softly: "Humans, we indeed underestimated them."

"Clearly so weak and plagued by endless civil wars, yet suddenly a hero emerges, disregarding all logic."

"Human servants are too unstable!"

"If we can win this time, we must exterminate all humans and cultivate new servants who are more obedient and stable, such as pig demons, ox demons, sheep demons, and the like."

"Although their output is much lower and they cannot produce talismans, magical treasures, or flying boats, their lowly yet stable bloodlines restrict them from causing any trouble."

"Mm, Mother."

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord spoke in a muffled voice, then suddenly thought of something and exclaimed in surprise: "If we can win?"

"Isn't Tushan only at the early stage of Soul Transformation?"

"You are at the late stage of Soul Transformation! Moreover, our Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng bloodline is not weak; we are not demon lords who merely accumulated power over time, and we are not weaklings within our own realm."

"This is the human instability I told you about."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun said helplessly: "Tushan killed Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun over ten years ago, yet showed no signs of serious injury and already possesses combat power equivalent to the late stage of Soul Transformation. I should be able to defeat him, but killing him is extremely difficult."

"Such an irrational figure may not be a one-in-ten-thousand accident among humans."

"If the human population is large enough, as time passes over tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, such figures are likely to emerge across a vast region."

"From the perspective of individuals, sects, or families, such figures appear by chance, full of coincidence."

"From the perspective of the human race as a whole, their emergence is inevitable."

"Canghai Tianjun Master Shuoyang was like this, and this Canghai Tianjun Tushan is the same."

"This race is too terrifying; we must reduce their numbers as much as possible, even to the point of extermination, otherwise the consequences will be dire, and you and I may not be able to bear them."

"But"

"If we delay any longer, he will advance to the mid-stage of Soul Transformation, the late stage of Soul Transformation..."

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Master Dinghai Zhenjun felt a sudden panic in her heart.

"It won't come to that."

"Humans have flaws: their insane internal strife."

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's gaze turned cold: "Xi Ping'an of the Eastern Sea is willing to join hands with me. We are currently persuading that old centipede of the Southern Border. If we succeed, it will be three against one, and only then will our chances be high."

"However, these two have their own hidden agendas and are not trustworthy, especially that old centipede. His lifespan is ending, and he has always wanted to devour my bloodline to extend his life, so I have been reluctant to make a final decision, fearing they might reach some agreement with Tushan and betray us at the critical moment."

"Therefore, I want to wait until you advance to Soul Transformation; only then can we proceed."

"Do you have confidence?"

Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun examined her daughter's soul and body one by one, finding no hidden prohibitions, and could not help but show a look of confusion.

"Mother, within a few hundred years, I should have a sixty percent chance."

The Zhenjun Zhenjun Bingfeng Demon Lord said in a deep voice: "Daughter needs to fight in bloody battles, experiencing the various slaughters and hunts endured by our bloodline ancestors; only then can the bloodline further awaken."

"Wait a moment; if I do not become a Canghai Tianjun and avenge this hatred, I will never live on!"

On the six Wang Zuo thrones of the Black Hei Mo Gong.

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance, and only after watching Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun depart did he shift his gaze to the three great armies of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting.

The ten thousand and eighty members of the Tushan Maidens Corps flew in the sky in a military formation, reaching the Nascent Soul level in speed.

They commanded nine types of clouds of different colors, gathering and dispersing at will, changing in myriad ways; they seemed to possess the functions of concentrating power and deflecting force, as any single attack striking the clouds would instantly be dispersed into ten thousand and eighty parts.

Truly a top-tier military formation treasure.

These clouds are named Nine Elephant Sword Clouds, a first-class treasure of the fourth-grade military formation, with the possibility of being refined to reach a higher realm, originating from the Immortal Sects.

Their cost is Gao Ang, almost comparable to a Primordial Spirit treasure.

The reason they are so precious is that the Tushan Maidens Corps is not a one-time army; even when the current generation of maids all die of old age, new maids will still exist to continue assisting him in ruling the four directions.

Therefore, this army must be given greater potential, and expectations for them extend beyond just the Nascent Soul battlefield.

To be precise, these Nine Elephant Sword Clouds have already reached the technical level of the military formation treasures of the Badaxian Sect!

Although they are still far inferior to the military formations of the Immortal Sects, they are not weak, possess deep potential, and may one day dominate the realms.

If not for the threat of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan nearby, the Immortal Sects, in order to strengthen their own power, would not have opened up many controlled materials and controlled magical treasures for trade with the Badaxian Sect to exchange for resources; thus, these Nine Elephant Sword Clouds could not have been forged, as they were previously banned from export.

The military formation treasure of the Tushan Maidens Corps was like this, and Jiang Ding did not neglect the other two military formations either.

The military formation treasure of the Great Sun Sword Capital is named Great Sun Sword Yang Tian; it resembles the great sun, can merge into one, or split into ten thousand floating beside every sword cultivator, possessing the ability to concentrate power and deflect force.

The military formation treasure of the Hun Yuan Fa Tian Capital is named Yuanguangmingdian, consisting of a thousand Great Halls of Bright Hun Yuan, carrying a million troops charging toward the distance in perfect military order.

Both of these military formation treasures cost as much as a Primordial Spirit treasure and can be continuously improved through constant refinement.

"Even Xu Yan has a Soul Transformation-level military formation subordinate; if I, your brother, don't have one, I'd lose too much face."

"What was his background? What is my background?"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself: "I give you three hundred years; if you cannot refine the military formation to the Soul Transformation realm, I will replace everyone and bring in new people."

"So many heroes are born and die in the Northern Plains generation after generation; I don't believe I cannot gather the talent I need."

Jiang Ding rose, left the Black Hei Mo Gong, but did not fly toward the direction of the three great armies.

Jiang Ding rose, left the Black Hei Mo Gong, yet did not fly toward the directions of the three great military formations.

If he didn't encounter a Soul Transformation cultivator, he wouldn't make a move.

Instead, he flew toward the grasslands near Master Tushan Xiancheng.

There, he had a spiritual herb garden.

It was the mountain-gate Secret Realm of the Luoxu Sect, which he had marked down several hundred years ago. He now planned to drag it near the Daoliudao Sect to use it for cultivating spiritual plants and spiritual ores, doing whatever he could to increase his income.

The annual interest of fifty billion low-grade spirit stones on his loan and the six hundred twenty-three billion low-grade spirit stones spent on sword-forging pressed him until he could barely breathe; he had to plan ahead and couldn't just sit around eating his way through his savings.

(End of chapter)