Chapter 943: Dispatch the Troops, Sweep Away the Injustice of the Entire World

Jiang Ding toyed with this wisp of Yin-Yang Magnetic Pole Divine Light between his fingers, examined it carefully for a long time, then placed it on the Taiqing Flying Sword.

On the smooth blue-gold sword body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, cute cartoon little hands extended one by one, grabbed this wisp of divine light, and dragged it bit by bit into the flying sword, then came crunching, crunching sounds of crisp chewing.

In the hearts of many Master Dinghai Zhenjun, a scene appeared: a dazed, cute little girl was hugging a wisp of divine light, crunching and munching on it.

Jiang Ding gazed at the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Her essence began to transform toward the form of Yuan Magnet Light, yet it did not seem to be light, only an energy form, without the wave-particle duality and other characteristics of light, differing in many ways from the physical laws of the starry sky.

Overall, the flying sword's 'wind resistance' and 'spatial resistance' had dropped significantly, and its speed was even faster.

If it were a Nascent Soul cultivator, there would be almost no chance of seeing the Taiqing Flying Sword in flight; many Hua Shen Chu Qi cultivators were the same, with no great difference.

Jiang Ding emerged from his thoughts and calculations, looking down below the ninety-nine steps.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Li Qingyun Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Disciple Yin Dao Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Bingxue Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Yunyu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and other Nascent Soul cultivators stood solemnly with cupped fists, like statues, not even breathing, a pin-drop silence.

The number: one hundred and eighty-seven.

This number exceeded even the count of Western Desert Demon Lords; for the first time, human cultivators held the advantage in Nascent Soul numbers, and many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked brimming with confidence.

Over the past two hundred years, every trade and industry in the Northern Plains had developed rapidly, flourishing beyond compare, and Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain, with internal competition intensifying sharply.

Over two hundred years ago, a single early Nascent Soul cultivator could occupy a fourth-tier spirit vein and establish himself as a sect ancestor.

But today, early Nascent Soul cultivators could no longer compare with those of the past and could only dutifully take up posts throughout Master Tushan Zhongting, sharing its fourth-tier spirit veins.

However, this was not poverty.

No one was willing to return to the old days.

Although the status of early Nascent Soul cultivators was now lower, the spirit stones, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, pills, dharma treasures, and other things they obtained were actually far more than when they had been loose cultivators.

The lord of a sect in the old days sounded nice, but was in truth merely the lord of a barren vein, possessing nothing beyond a fourth-tier spirit vein.

Fourth-tier pills, dharma treasures, talismans — all had to be collected and refined bit by bit on one's own, a world of difference compared to the super-faction that was Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, even if one was merely one member among several hundred Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

"Sword Son, can we dispatch troops to the Western Desert?"

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun asked eagerly.

Do not be misled by his status as a law cultivator; his thirst for battle seemed even fiercer than that of a sword cultivator, nearly unbearable. The law cultivator Master Dinghai Zhenjun surrounding him were no different, all eager to seize their own opportunities in the Western Desert.

As for sword cultivator Master Dinghai Zhenjun like Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, each and every one was seething with killing intent,

restrained within their bodies, appearing instead calm and quiet.

"Mm."

"It's time."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly: "However, it is not dispatching troops to the Western Desert."

"What?"

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun was stunned.

Sword cultivators like Zhenjun Xu Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun and Lieyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun revealed excited expressions.

"Yes — dispatching troops, to every place beyond the Northern Plains."

Jiang Ding said slowly.

"Any place in this world — wherever the human race encounters injustice, wherever evil cultivators harm the world, wherever incense and lewd sacrifices bewitch the common folk…"

"All of these should be eradicated, one by one."

"To return to all living beings under heaven a clear and bright universe!"

Any place?

Any place in this world?!!

The Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun held their breath.

"Yes, Canghai Tianjun!"

Then, a fanatical light shone in the eyes of all the Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and their shouts surged like a mountain cry and a sea roar, even forming a gale of huge waves that blew toward all directions.

Under the will of Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting,

Jin Dan cultivators from all over the Northern Plains, as well as peak Foundation Establishment cultivators, began to assemble toward Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting — yes, at this point in time, those below peak Foundation Establishment no longer had any need to join the army.

Among the three armies of Tushan, the weakest soldier was a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator; weaker cultivators had no place for them.

Being unable to join the army was not some fortunate thing.

Many subsidies, many merits — from then on, forever out of reach; the hope of advancing to a higher realm was shut off, and for a cultivation cultivator, this was more terrifying than death.

Foundation Establishment and Jin Dan cultivators of the Northern Plains, like ants, gathered rapidly toward Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting by flight, by teleportation arrays, and other means.

In other places one did not feel it so,

but if one was near the Liu Dao Sect stationed at Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, one could see groups of uniformed cultivators converging here in overwhelming numbers, heaven-covering and earth-overturning, instinctively drawn to each other by the aura of military formations — each had undergone at least a hundred years of harsh military formation training, almost as second nature.

These over a million cultivators gathered together, without any need for military formations to surge, already exuded a terrifying and heavy aura, suffocating to Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and solemn to Soul Transformation cultivators.

While conscripting cultivators from all regions, the storehouses accumulated over several hundred years throughout Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting were also opened, stacks of talismans, bottles of pills, and pieces of Fa Qi Fa distributed into the hands of all military formation cultivators.

All were standard-issue pills, standard-issue dharma treasures and dharma implements.

But that did not mean the quality was poor.

On the contrary, nearly all were the finest works of their kind, high-quality dharma treasures and dharma implements that hardly ever circulated on the market.

These things were distributed like flowing water into the hands of all military formation cultivators, arming them to the teeth.

……

The general mobilization in the Northern Plains could not be concealed; it almost instantly alarmed the other three domains, who could not sit idly by.

Bing Yuan Tian Jun had waited long in the Western Desert, never receiving the visit of Xi Ping'an, who had always been warmly attentive and had strongly urged her to destroy the Liu Dao Sect; unease stirred in her heart.

After much deliberation, her avatar went to the Eastern Sea, arriving at that incense divine court hanging high in the sky.

This incense divine court was shaped like an oval sun, emitting boundless blazing light, dreaded by many Soul Transformation cultivators who did not dare to step into it in person; Bing Yuan Tian Jun was no exception — even in an emergency, she only dared to send her avatar.

Without delay, Bing Yuan Tian Jun was immediately received by Xi Ping'an, passing through layer upon layer of majestic sword-armored divine generals of the guard.

She saw this Sword Lord of the Eastern Sea upon a resplendent, radiant great-sword throne.

"Congratulations, Daoist friend!"

The moment Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan laid eyes on her, a delighted smile spread across her face: "That scoundrel has finally been willing to step out of Liu Dao Sect and expose his ambition — this is precisely the perfect chance for the three of us to join forces and kill him…"

She had her reasons for saying so.

Before this, Xi Ping'an had been doing his utmost to persuade her and Friend Friend Baizu of the Southern Border to jointly kill Tushan Tian Jun of Liu Dao Sect, willing even to storm the heavily fortified grand formation of Liu Dao Sect if it came to that.

He had even produced a stringent Dao contract, willing to pay a tremendous price, pledging to take not a single coin of the spoils, and further offering in advance a vast quantity of fifth-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, letting the two of them pick freely from the treasure vaults of the Eastern Sea Divine Court.

Such a great price, along with elaborate accounts of how dangerous Tushan Tian Jun was, how he would surely become a great calamity in the future… and so on and so forth, appealing to emotion and reason alike, all for the sake of joining hands to slay Tushan Tian Jun.

However, for various reasons, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan and Friend Friend Baizu did not agree.

The reasons were many — mutual distrust, suspicion of a trap, lingering doubts, or simply that their own days were passing well enough and they were unwilling to risk change, preferring to wait a while longer, and so on.

A Tian Jun's experience was immensely vast, having lived for several thousand, nearly ten thousand years, with a Dao heart of their own that was firm and stubborn; for an outsider to try to persuade them through words rather than overwhelming strength was exceedingly difficult — virtually impossible.

Now, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan had come of her own accord.

She assumed the other party would agree at once, given how warm and eager they had been before.

Yet the golden-armored deity upon the throne merely stared coldly at the Tian Jun of the Ice Phoenix clan before her, saying nothing.

Within those enormous golden pupils there seemed to be raging killing intent, mockery, fury.

For a long while, not a word was spoken.

"Daoist friend, what is the meaning of this?"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Master Dinghai Zhenjun Bingyuan's heart sank.