Jiang Ding gazed at the Nascent Soul True Lords kneeling in submission beneath the ninety-nine steps.
All he saw was a sea of dark heads; not a single face was visible.
To the right were the Tushan maids.
Spring Sword, Maid of Spring; Shang Gong, Maid of Summer; Hei Louxi, Maid of Xun Wind; Winter Snow, Maid of Winter Snow; Maid of Lightning Flash; Maid of Thunder...
Over these seventy years, the Nine Great Maids had finally been assembled. Including Gong Caiyu and the other political-work maids and deputy chief officers, the Tushan Maid Corps now had seventeen Nascent Soul True Lords.
There were several reasons so many of them had advanced. First, the cultivation technique practiced by the Tushan Maid Corps, the <Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Lightning, and Yang Ninefold Dao Canon>, was a top-tier canon-grade technique that aided in breaking through bottlenecks.
Second, these maids had all been outstanding prodigies and heroes from across the Northern Plains. Their natural talent, willpower, and Dao hearts had already been among the finest; all they had lacked was a stairway upward. Then they had endured the bloody tempering of the Royal Court War and returned from a hundred battles.
Third, there were the abundant opportunities within the Royal Court Blessed Land that Celestial Lord Shuo Yang had left behind to nurture his own bloodline.
Celestial Lord Shuo Yang had prepared countless contingencies for his blood descendants, building toward a future where the realm would endure for ten thousand generations and his clan bloodline would never be severed. His reserves of opportunities had been exceedingly plentiful, and in the end, they had all benefited these women.
With all three combined, it was as though heaven, earth, and man had aligned. Only then could so many Nascent Soul Realm maids