Seeing how frightened Wen Ting was, I continued egging them on. "Our Central State forces already have a godhood holder. Why seek help from afar and follow some leader with no future? Why not follow me, Xia Yitian, instead? If I have meat to eat, you'll certainly have a bowl of soup as well! And it's already right here for the taking. Besides, of course I won't be satisfied with just one godhood holder. In the future, even more godhood holders will surely join my ranks! At the very least, with the Central State and Lan State forces combined, we'll have more bargaining chips than the Jie Sect, won't we? The Jie Sect doesn't even have a single godhood holder!"
All the Demon Cultivators immediately began discussing among themselves. Watching me egg on the fellow cultivators behind him, Wen Ting felt even more aggrieved, though he had no way to voice it. Bringing back everyone but one or two would still be explainable—they could simply say those few had died in battle. But if this many Demon Cultivators defected to me, the organization's leader would definitely chop off his head when he returned!
I couldn't care less about that and said, "Although I'm human, I have countless Demon Race cultivators under my command, and my demon army numbers in the millions. We cultivators seek only a land of peace and a safe path of cultivation. Who wants to throw away their life for the great war among the Nine Provinces? You've already died once today. If you go back this time and your leader sends you to die again, do you think you'll be able to come back to life a second time? You'd be better off following someone with the right ideals and making plans for the future together.