The God of the Ruined Temple
Chapter 1115

A Modest Profit

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One was the Ghost Soldier Talisman, which held five thousand Ghost Soldiers to guard the Daoist Grounds. Though they could not compare with Magical Weapons, five thousand of them were still a formidable force.

The last was the Demon Soldier Talisman, though it was not inside the token.

Those Demon Soldiers had bodies of flesh and blood, but the Immortal Sects raised and trained them themselves. Every Demon Soldier possessed strength no less than an Illusory Spirit's...

This was the most powerful force of all, apart from being somewhat difficult to move around. These Demon Soldiers were the strongest...

Only a truly great sect like one of the Nine Great Immortal Sects could raise such Demon Soldiers to serve as Protectors!

Such a generous allotment far exceeded Tang Changsheng's imagination.

It also gave him greater confidence about going to Cloudtail Mountain.

Just then, the Sect Leader's disciple, Zheng Qing, called warmly from outside the courtyard, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother! Is Junior Brother Tang here...?"

The courtyard gate stood wide open. Zheng Qing called out as he walked in uninvited, showing not the slightest surprise at the scene before him.

He merely apologized, "Ah, Junior Brother, you're busy. How rash of me to barge in."

Tang Changsheng was a little startled, but he bowed and asked, "Senior Brother Zheng. What brings you here?"

He had only just arrived at the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order and was still unfamiliar with many people on Great Expansion Peak. Before this, he and Zheng Qing had barely done more than exchange nods.

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yue, however, hurriedly bowed and greeted him as Senior Brother.

Tang Changsheng wondered, What's this fellow doing here now? With that friendly smile, he's probably up to no good.

A weasel paying a New Year's visit to the chickens...

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