Meanwhile, Qing Chen, who had long been waiting a hundred li away, nodded as he watched the scene before him.
He had arrived long ago but had not shown himself.
Everything in the distance lay within his sight wherever his Divine Sense swept.
Qing Xuansu's incitement, Yan Ming's intimidation, the wavering of thousands of cultivators, Ye Wushang's fighting spirit, and Xin Bairen and the others' swift purge, cutting through tangled hemp with a sharp blade... it was like a fine show.
His gaze was cold, without a ripple.
Apart from the utterly secret Nine-Luminaries Glazed Vidyaraja Pagoda body cultivators, who could not be exposed.
Over the past hundred-odd years, rivers of blood had flowed through Qiongzhou. He had gathered so many people under his command: former Demon Lotus Sect members, rogue cultivators who had pledged allegiance, the Great Jin Prefectural Army, cultivators from the Gouwu Sea... an assortment of elites.
This could also count as a test.
In truth, Qing Chen had suffered a heavy loss at the hands of Wu Gui, Xiao Canglan, and the others these past few days, but he would not simply let it go.
He already had a rough plan in mind.
But he could not accomplish it alone. He had to keep cultivating, so he needed a large group of reliable subordinates to carry it out.
Putting Qing Xuansu and the others to use as waste material, having them help sift out cultivators whose resolve was unsteady, was not bad. It would also serve as another warning to the rest.
"The timing is about right," Qing Chen murmured to himself.
If he did not step forward now, there would be casualties.
After all, that single-minded Ye Wushang really would dare draw his sword and cut Qing Xuansu down. Satisfying though that would be, it