Immortal Sect disciples really are wealthy and generous, Luo Yun could not help thinking.
Disciples of small sects and Rogue Cultivators lived hard lives, forever scrambling for resources to cultivate.
Followers of the Divine Way needed territory, resources, troops, and retainers. Their lives were tight too!
But the Direct Lineage True Disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects were different. They did not even need Spiritual Qi to cultivate, yet they occupied the finest Blessed Lands and famous mountains. Supporting a few retainers barely cost them any Spiritual Qi.
Take Tang Changsheng's Cloudtail Mountain. Anywhere else, a Daoist Grounds like this could only be occupied by a major earth deity—someone of at least Earth Immortal standing in the Divine Way.
Yet a Direct Lineage True Disciple of an Immortal Sect was powerful enough to claim it as a mere Yang Spirit True Person. More importantly, no one dared say a word!
As he marveled at this, Ghost General Luo Yun thanked Tang Changsheng profusely again, determined to cling to this powerful patron. "Thank you for the reward, True Person. From now on, I'll follow your lead in everything!"
Tang Changsheng smiled appreciatively at how quickly Luo Yun understood. The Ghost General had some ability; he would never have been assigned to defend such a perilous place otherwise.
But it also suggested Luo Yun had little backing in the Netherworld Office. That was why he had been kicked out to this dangerous no-man's-land.
His hundred thousand Ghost Soldiers were neither particularly strong nor particularly weak, and he would have trouble establishing himself alone. If he wished to submit, though, Tang Changsheng would gain another force for nothing. Naturally, he would not turn him away.
Tang Changsheng smiled. "Then let us face the enemy together!"
It was a tactful acceptance.
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