The Great Sun Dao Soldiers were built from corpses and time

"Great Love True Person truly is an exceptional man."

Jiang Ding nodded, committing the man to memory and marking him out for attention.

Someone who acted so unconventionally, had yet to be beaten to death, and had actually accomplished something was either profoundly good or profoundly evil.

Of course, perhaps that was too prejudiced a way of thinking.

Judge deeds, not hearts.

Anyone who did good deeds was a good person.

If perfection of heart were the measure, who did not harbor a few filthy thoughts?

Take the browser history on Jiang Ding's phone, for instance.

That was a top-level secret. Anyone who dared pry into it had to be beaten to death, then ground down a thousand times with the Spirit-Annihilating, Law-Slaying Spell. Not a single scrap of remnant soul bearing memories could be allowed to remain.

"Since Bloodflow Cloud's situation is so precarious, why do you want to get involved at a time like this?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Because we have no other choice."

Shang Gong, the first maid of Summer, said respectfully, "The growth of Golden Core cultivators requires vast quantities of heavenly treasures and a stable upper-grade third-tier spirit vein. We would never dare lay claim to your spoils or delay your cultivation, Young Master. We can only go out to fight and compete. Even if we die, we will not regret today's decision."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

That was a fact. Dao soldiers existed for the sword master. The sword master's cultivation could not possibly be delayed to support theirs.

One or two Golden Core cultivators would be manageable, but any more—ten or twenty, or dozens—would be impossible to support. They could only reduce their needs and lie low, waiting.

And that was only the Golden Core cultivators.

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