"The sect nurtures its soldiers for a thousand days to use them in a single moment. This Dao Strife is both a crisis and an opportunity. The sect will spare no rewards for those who distinguish themselves in battle. Cultivation methods, spiritual treasures, even magic treasures-you will want for nothing."
Profound Yang True Person spoke with stirring conviction. "Everyone, these peaceful days have lasted far too long. It is time for the swords of cultivators like us to drink their fill of enemy blood."
He began assigning duties in an orderly fashion, calling out names one after another. Some were sent to different battlefronts, others to guard vital sect locations, and still others to handle logistics, medicinal pills, and related affairs.
Every elder whose name was called could only bow and accept the command, whatever thoughts they harbored. They all understood that Profound Yang True Person was, in truth, conveying a True Lord's wishes. Which True Lord, of course, was difficult to guess.
Time passed quickly as the elders accepted their orders and departed one by one. Before long, only a handful of people remained in the vast Heavenly Mystery Hall.
"Junior Brother Cloud Hermit, and Martial Nephew Qingzhou, correct?" Profound Yang True Person finally turned his attention their way, revealing a gentle smile.
"Although Martial Nephew Qingzhou encountered an unexpected mishap on his journey to the blessed land, he still returned laden with gains and established his foundation in one stroke. Truly, he is a prodigy seen only once in a century. And as everyone surely knows, the Kan Water Lineage has lain dormant for centuries. Martial Nephew Qingzhou's foundation establishment has greatly raised our spirits and brought us fresh hope."
"You flatter me, Sect Master. Merely escaping the blessed land alive was an immense blessing. As for establishing