In the silence, something seemed to be burning.
Li Qingxian said slowly, "There are many things in this world I cannot decide, just as I cannot decide whether the Demon Race invades, the court's strategy, or whether everyone here lives or dies. But I can at least fill your stomachs with food and nourish your cultivation with cultivation arts. Then you can follow me into battle with full bellies, rather than starve to death before the Demon Race's sharp claws. Those willing to cultivate, stay. Those unwilling, or who do not believe me, form a separate unit and return to the Northern Garrison Army. Also, I have two more things to say..."
Li Qingxian swept his gaze over everyone. "First, my cultivation arts come from the Upper Realm, so don't try any crooked tricks. If you harbor divided loyalties, you had best not learn them. Anyone who does will die. Second..."
Li Qingxian looked toward Chai Qingtang and Shi Yuanhao. "Under my command, whether you stay or leave is your own choice. But if anyone conspires to obstruct others and prevent them from staying... He Bao!"
"This subordinate is here!"
"Beat them to death!"
"As you command!"
Li Qingxian looked toward the more than fifty thousand auxiliary soldiers and civilian laborers behind the main army and smiled. "The same goes for you. Those who have not reached Entry Rank, don't rush to practice the War God Complete Art. First take the test for Spell Cultivator aptitude. If you pass, you can then decide whether to become a Spell Cultivator or a Martial Cultivator."
Li Qingxian raised his head to glance toward the eastern side of the city, then turned and walked down from the reviewing platform.
Some time after Li Qingxian disappeared, someone in the Mo Blade Army shouted, "Boss