Aura of a Heavenly Lord

"Drag our friends into the water?"

When Yu Zhong heard that, regardless of whether they were trustworthy, they were to spread the word as widely as possible and recruit Golden Core cultivators from the vassal clans to turn against the Hei Clan, hesitation and uncertainty appeared on his face.

These Nascent Soul patriarchs really did not treat the lives of Golden Core cultivators as lives at all!

If the Golden Core cultivators were willing to turn against them, then everyone would be happy.

If they refused, or even reported it to their superiors, then so be it if they died. That meant one fewer cultivator supporting the formation—a wonderful thing. No matter what happened, they stood to gain.

But when he heard that the top three contributors would be rewarded with Hei Clan Nascent Soul cultivation techniques...

"Did the True Lord really say that?!!"

Yu Zhong's voice abruptly rose beyond his control, his pupils suddenly widening. "Fellow Daoist Wei, are you deceiving me? I heard that the True Lord's word was worth a thousand gold and that he hated nothing more than people violating the rules he had laid down."

It would have been one thing if someone else had said it.

For instance, the Righteous-Demonic Alliance would claim that whoever accomplished such-and-such a feat would be granted a Nascent Soul opportunity, a Nascent Soul cultivation technique, and mountains of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

Some would be tempted.

But most cultivators would merely show respect on the surface while sneering inwardly, not even sparing it a glance.

There was no other reason. Over the long years of history, the twenty-eight clans of the Northern Plains had made such promises countless times. Even the Yu Clan itself had encountered this once, to say nothing of the other clans.

And what