"The Northern Plains Tushan Central Court Military Sect shall have three divisions under its command."
Jiang Ding continued, "They are the Tushan Maid Squad, Great Sun Long Sword Capital, and Hun Yuan Fa Tian Capital."
"Great Sun Long Sword Capital will be composed of sword cultivators."
The moment those words were spoken, True Monarch Xufang, True Monarch Lieyang, and the others who had originally come from the Great Sun Sword Sect all revealed burning expressions, secretly thinking that it was indeed so.
The Sword Son could forget anyone, but he could not forget his own people.
"Who can serve as the lord of Great Sun Long Sword Capital?"
Jiang Ding asked.
"Sword Son! This disciple can do it!"
"Lieyang is willing to serve you like a dog or horse!"
"Xufang is willing to share your burdens..."
Before the words had even faded, a group of Great Sun Sword Sect sword cultivators instantly sprang up howling. Whether they were Nascent Soul Early Stage or Nascent Soul Late Stage, each slapped their chest and spoke with impassioned fervor, sword intent crisscrossing around them, looking as though they were the strongest under heaven and above earth.
The surrounding True Lords felt somewhat envious.
Sword cultivators and Heavenly Monarchs walked the same path. They could be as wantonly flamboyant as they pleased, certain it would not provoke a Heavenly Monarch's displeasure. This was the tacit mutual understanding among sword cultivators.
Jiang Ding nodded.
Although these sword cultivators recognized status rather than people, they possessed exceedingly strong fighting will and extraordinarily high loyalty. In this regard, they even surpassed the Tushan Maids.
This was the formidable political reliability accumulated through three kinds of identification: sword cultivator identity, sect identity, and inheritance identity.
When he was with them, Jiang Ding instinctively felt at ease. When fooling