"Teacher, who bullied you? I'll call my grandma to beat him up!"
Panda Hua Xiaohua was also shouting at the top of his lungs.
He drew a blazing greatsword covered in thorns and waved it wildly, tearing apart and melting the surrounding space—a terrifying sight.
Jiang Ding looked at the two of them.
In his heart, he sighed softly.
The attitudes of these two were not theirs alone; they were the shared attitude of hundreds of thousands of Immortal Sect sword cultivators. On this matter, they supported him without reservation—perhaps even with a kind of support that surpassed the Immortal Sect Laws.
The worries of old seniors like Heavenly Monarch Mie Ri were not wrong.
In merely a thousand years, such a vast interest group had emerged within the Immortal Sect, branded deeply with his personal mark.
"Teacher..."
Under Jiang Ding's gaze, Hua Xiaohua and Fang Yilong's voices unconsciously softened. They lowered their heads like children, even though they were already Mid Nascent Soul Cultivators, revered as ancestors by outsiders.
"Don't be like this."
"Hua Xiaohua, Fang Yilong, you need to further your studies in ideological and moral education."
Jiang Ding sighed. "Immortal Sect sword cultivators cultivate, grow, forge swords, and research all manner of secret sword arts, all by relying upon the platform that is the Immortal Sect. That is why we have developed so quickly."
"Without the Immortal Sect, there would be no us."
"There is nothing wrong with considering your own interests and your own Dao Path. Someone who does not protect his own interests cannot be called a natural person. But while protecting your own interests, you must also base it upon protecting the interests of the Immortal Sect. That is a necessary condition for our long-term development."
"Do you understand?"
Jiang Ding's tone began to