But in the previous battle at the Yellow Springs Killing Path, Lanzhou's cultivators had lost a great number of elites. Would they still let me borrow troops this time? If I could obtain the support of a hundred thousand cultivators, I would undoubtedly hold considerable autonomy in the Great War of the Nine Provinces. After all, with the disappearance of the chaotic immortal-qi zones, immortal qi was no longer scarce. Many strategically important areas in Zhongzhou where immortal qi was so poor that cultivation had to be restricted could no longer serve as natural defenses for the cultivators. That would only benefit us more.
After taking the Little Heavenly Court, the group of cultivators who had come from Lanzhou had made an absolute killing. Logically, there should be no problem with these tens of thousands of people. However, quite a few of the cultivators who had died in battle had required compensation, and summoning cultivators from their sects would probably take some persuading. But with the situation so urgent, I could not afford to worry about that. I took out a communication talisman and wrote eight characters to Grandmother: "Zhongzhou is in peril; brothers turn on brothers."
Xia Ruize and I had turned against each other, plunging Zhongzhou into the calamity of war and leaving its people to suffer. Grandmother would definitely know about it. She would certainly stand on my side; after all, she had known me since I was little and doted on me.
As for Grandfather, Grandmother had long since harbored a grudge against him. The fact that Grandfather was now the leader of the Jie Cult should also reach her ears. After all, once Ren Zhi killed Long Xuantian, he had revealed his true face. Grandmother would know what kind of person Ren Zhi was.
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