Besides, the Thunder Flood Dragon, Old Man Tianchi, and the two late fourth-tier greater demons he had slain in the Gouwu Sea ten or twenty years ago were still being refined.
If he added this shipload of śarīra and white bones from Faneng Temple, not only could the might of the supreme-grade Di Jiang main banner rise another great notch, but there would also be enough to support another demon banner's advancement to supreme grade.
A thought suddenly occurred to Qing Chen, and then he could not help chuckling.
Mainly because he had never slaughtered any Buddhist temple of note, his thinking before had been too narrow.
That's right, how stupid of me. These Buddhist temples love hoarding śarīra from eminent monks who have passed into nirvana, along with their golden body remains-all first-rate bone materials. Wiping out one great Buddhist temple would practically be a bumper harvest. If one day I really took down the Vajra Zen Sect, or even ancestral seats of the Buddhist Sect like Thunderclap Temple and Mount Sumeru... I'd soar straight into the sky! That would feel far too good!
These eminent monks' śarīra and skeletal remains were practically nourishing supplements prepared specifically for his Six White Bone Demon Banners and the inner world of the Nine-Luminaries Glazed Vidyaraja Pagoda.
Still, Xu Jiuling had indeed handled this well today. This man really was handy to have around.
Had he not done this, Qing Chen would never have thought of it. This fellow's Nascent Soul formation had been well worth it; he understood Qing Chen's tastes very well.
Qing Chen raised his eyes to the two Mountain-Carrying Treasure Ships blazing with treasure light, then looked at the pairs of burning, expectant eyes around him.
The Demon Lotus Army was watching him.
The Cloud Province Dao Soldiers