"Since you've made up your mind, when do you plan to leave? Is there anything we can do to help?"
Liu Yuer nodded. This concerned a vital matter of cultivation; they could not afford to be careless, so she let him go.
"People enter Slaughter City, but they don't leave!"
"With the Slaughter Domain, I can come and go freely. You two can't!"
"If you come with me, you'll have to make a trip through Hell Road."
"That's hardly worth it!"
Xia Mu planned to go alone and hunt the two-hundred-thousand-year-old Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
Taking them along would only hold him back.
"Besides!"
"The Holy Spirit Cult still needs you here. If Qian Daoliu comes back, you'll be here to deal with him!"
One should have no heart to harm others, but never lack a heart to guard against them. They absolutely could not afford to lose the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
"All right!"
"Your mother and I will stay here!"
"As it happens, the Spirit Pagodas have been established throughout both empires, and someone needs to handle their day-to-day affairs."
"Your mother and I both started out as stewards in Spirit Hall. We can use this chance to find some promising talents for the Holy Spirit Cult and train them well."
A top-tier power could never rely on its strongest fighters alone. It also needed a mature system for raising new talent.
If no younger generation rose to replace the old, the power would die out when its elders did.
With the Spirit Pagoda as its foundation, the Holy Spirit Cult could gather talent from across the land and eventually bring it into its fold.
That system of cultivation was far stronger than powers like the Three Upper Sects, which were bound together by blood.
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