From immeasurable heights, Jiang Tu looked down upon the turbulent winds and clouds of the five cities.
More than ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Snow Auspice Hall had grown from barely over a hundred people in Shennong Valley into a vast force of one hundred thousand, including five thousand cultivators.
Such a rate of expansion was simply unimaginable!
This also showed that the Agricultural Path was indeed a cultivation path rooted among the common people, with an enormous popular foundation. Coupled with the breathing room granted by the Buddhist-Taoist Path's internal strife, as well as Snow Auspice Hall's most refined experience in putting down roots at the lowest levels and its Inheritance Method, the fire of the Agricultural Path had spread like wildfire, impossible to contain once ignited.
The strategy of surrounding the city before entering it had truly been brilliant.
Luo Jin had not rashly charged into the city. Instead, he had spent ten years establishing roots in the surrounding villages and towns, spreading an intelligence network centered on Insect Spirits, with informants scattered everywhere. He had gathered the hearts of people from all sides, arranged the various branch halls into mutually supporting horns, and gradually infiltrated from there.
That patience was of a piece with the steadiness Luo Jin had displayed when he concealed his abilities among the slaves years ago. His plans reached far into the future; he did not fight for fleeting gains. He already possessed the bearing of a leader.
His progress was also quite gratifying. He was on the verge of Seventh Grade Perfection. Perhaps all he needed was the slightest opportunity to utterly break through his inner demons, and entering Sixth Grade would follow as naturally as water flowing into a channel... Entering the city might well be