Jiang Ding set aside the official affairs of Tushan Immortal City.
Doing business in the Cultivation World was naturally no easy matter. Calamity Cultivators and bandits were everywhere.
For now, however, things were fine. Many Golden Core Cultivators were willing to give True Monarch Tushan some face.
Even if they were unwilling, the Tushan Maid Squad—along with the many Golden Core Cultivators bound by enormous benefits and a little sentiment—would let those Calamity Cultivators know whether they ought to give that face.
Having finished all this,
Jiang Ding looked toward the sea of stars within his divine soul that represented the Northern Plains maids.
It had doubled again.
"Hiss... they're really good at expanding."
Even Jiang Ding was rather speechless. "I'd wager they've recruited a great many ready-made Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and even Golden Core Cultivators. They're skirting the line with me."
Over the years, the number of Tushan Maids had astonishingly risen to more than ten thousand!
Two Spirit Roots, no problem. Female, no problem.
But beyond that, there were no thresholds at all. One could even say they accepted anyone, expanding their forces at all costs like warlords.
"Should I punish them?"
Jiang Ding hesitated somewhat.
In his view, Dao Soldiers were best cultivated from childhood. Adult cultivators had too many thoughts, too many complications.
If he let them be, perhaps in the future he would have no choice but to personally slaughter a great many maids. His heart could not bear it.
As for why they were all female, there were also considerations concerning the Dao Path.
Dao Soldiers were, in the end, merely Dao Soldiers.
Their defining trait was rapid advancement, with group combat as their primary mode. Neat and uniform, they lacked individuality.
If the whole world became like that, it would be far