The Great Sun Sword Heir's Nine Divisions and 108,000 Dao Soldiers

Jiang Ding gazed at the hundreds of Heavenlight Sunbrilliance Dao-Soldier Flying Sword marks in his sea of consciousness and fell into thought.

The Tushan Maid Corps did not walk the same Dao Path he did.

He could wait hundreds of years, even enter the Slumber Secret Realm and sleep for thousands, and still be here. His future would remain dazzlingly bright. Nothing would change.

But these maids had no such luxury.

Forget several hundred years. Even if they lay low for just a century, their Dao Paths would probably be finished, including those of the few maids with heavenly spirit roots.

Cultivation was a continuous process. With a hundred-year gap in the middle, advancing to Nascent Soul would likely become nothing more than a fantasy.

Heavenly spirit roots would be useless.

Among Nascent Soul Cultivators, a heavenly spirit root was hardly outstanding talent. It was merely ordinary, enough not to hold someone back.

"But what does that have to do with me?"

Jiang Ding spoke to himself.

"These people aren't members of the Immortal Sect. Ours is a purely transactional relationship. I gave them cultivation methods, canon-level methods, personal instruction in cultivation, resources, spells, magic implements, and magic treasures. I've never been stingy."

"And all of that requires an equivalent price."

Jiang Ding's expression was indifferent.

No one in the world devoted themselves solely to benefiting others without gaining anything for themselves. It went against the laws of nature.

"If the situation calls for lying low, then they must lie low!"

"There's no room for bargaining."

"Just as they promised years ago when I bestowed the Heavenlight Sunbrilliance Dao-Soldier Flying Swords on them."

"Anyone who oversteps will be considered in breach of our agreement."

Jiang Ding spoke quietly to himself.

Those principles would not change.

If a true hero rose