"All right, Qiutang, take him away. Have Yan Wenshan or Sha Chou personally perform his modifications, and train him to the Warrior Administration's standards for an Earthly Fiend General."
"As for his assignment, send him to the Northern Frontier. On the surface, he'll open a rare treasures emporium. In secret, he'll serve as an outer member of our Bureau, handling communications with the central and southern regions."
Fang Qianyuan was making the best use of every man and every resource.
Yang Xia was still rubbing his neck, looking utterly bewildered, but Zuoqiutang stepped forward and nudged him. "Let's go."
Yang Xia could only follow him out of the command tent.
Fang Qianyuan watched them leave, then withdrew his gaze.
His subordinates would carry out his instructions. He no longer needed to divert his attention to them.
Next, he would devote himself to cultivating "Change with the Times" and delve further into the secrets hidden behind it.
As for those captured Survivors of the Ancient Cultivators...
Ancient Cultivators, dreaming of eternal life?
Very good. Welcome to the Age of Dharma Decline!
At that moment, in a temporary dungeon dug into a mountainside at one corner of the camp, several burly, bare-chested Warriors were wielding iron whips, steel rods, and other instruments of torture against eleven Survivors of the Ancient Cultivators.
At first, all the Survivors stubbornly endured it, even sneering incessantly.
To them, their divine souls were what mattered. Their external bodies were merely flesh vessels they had seized.
How could ordinary mortals' torture possibly frighten them?
But soon, a Warrior who appeared to be their leader walked over, followed by a dark monster about three feet tall that resembled an eight-armed octopus.
"Let's give you a taste of our methods!"
The Warrior leader sneered at the Survivors.
At his direction,