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594: Chapter 579: Making a Move with a Thousand Miles as the Chessboard 594: Chapter 579: Making a Move with a Thousand Miles as the Chessboard “Kan Departnt 2, proceed to this location to support.”

“Zhen Buyi, move to…”

“Gen Departnt 3, after completing the mission, award three rits, team leader reward six rits, deputy team leader four.”

Jiang Ding soared in the sky, his Divine Sense enveloping the surroundings like electromagnetic waves, receiving ssages from the One-Eyed Cicada and the Sword Intent marks, his Divine Soul operating at high speed, ceaselessly issuing orders.

Within a thousand-li radius, every ti an order was issued, teams of Golden Pill Monks, ranging from three to twelve in number, would accept the orders with respectful expressions and move toward the marked locations.

“Kan Departnt 2, penalty for showing fear in battle, minus ten rits.”

“If there’s a second ti, the penalty for rits will be doubled, for a third, all rits will be stripped away and you will not be accepted anymore.”

Occasionally, such stern words would be spoken, causing the faces of the Golden Pill Monks in the respective teams to turn deathly pale.

Once all rits are stripped away and one is no longer accepted, the lack of any gains is a minor issue.

What’s more frightening is that with the current situation of Sword-receiving Order cultivators being as common as trees in a forest, one will be left alone to face the massive number of cultivators, standing on the opposite side of them.

Death is certain!

Of course, the person who said he would not take the initiative to bully anyone, but all the Golden Pill Monks didn’t believe that—they didn’t trust the character of those around them.

“Commanding is actually quite easy.”

Jiang Ding was processing information from all sides while silently pondering things.

So far, the number of Sword Order cultivators had reached two hundred and twenty-one, they used the Eight Trigrams as their signal, spread out in all directions, accepting various missions.

Battles, skirmishes, collection, imdiate processing of dicinal materials that needed to be handled imdiately…

and so on, in an orderly manner, taking into full consideration the expertise and personal wishes of every cultivator.

Other Loose Cultivators were terrified to discover that within a few days, the Luoxu Clan suddenly erged as a behemoth, well-organized, with strict commands, easily sending dozens to kill a single person, as spells and treasures rained down from the sky, causing even the peak Golden Pill Cultivators to die in an instant, unable to resist.

Not just battles,

In the plundering of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, they also made thodical advancents, using several cultivators skilled in Formation thods as the vanguard, gradually breaking through the formations, harvesting elixirs with the highest efficiency without causing damage.

Overall, their efficiency was multitudes higher than the chaotic scramble of Loose Cultivators fighting over opportunities!

The nurous Loose Cultivators fighting over Elixirs and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, backstabbing each other, being cautious, maintaining extre vigilance, fearing a sudden assault, would often resort to the crudest and fastest thods to break formations, and their level of skill in Formation Dao often left much to be desired.

With such tactics, if ten portions of Elixirs got damaged by three or four during the breaking of formations and another three or four during the fighting, it would be good if three portions could be acquired in the end.

Not to ntion that many rare Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures require special thods of preservation, which often leads to significant loss of efficacy due to improper preservation.

Over two hundred Golden Pill Monks, under the supervision of Sword Intent, without internal strife among themselves, road in groups, ruthlessly swallowing up and chasing away single cultivators; their acquisition of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures was rapidly increasing every second.

“Lord Tushan.”

Jiang Ding’s One-Eyed Cicada at his waist flashed with Spiritual Light, which was the hub for receiving information from all sides, made of high-quality materials, qualifying it as a Supre Magic Tool.

An old cultivator with white hair and beard appeared in Jiang Ding’s field of vision.

“My lord, is it possible to temporarily stop accepting new cultivators?”

Immortal Baii bowed deeply.

At receiving the ssage, he accepted the Tushan Sword Order, and with his peak Golden Pill Cultivation and comndable Lightning Magic, he beca the leader of the Zhen Buyi squad as well as the head of the Zhen Departnt.

“At this point, our power is sufficient to sweep through the current Falling Void Clan.

Perhaps we should stop there and no longer accept new cultivators, just cast them all out and execute them…”

Immortal Baii hesitated to continue.

“Is this your personal opinion, or that of others?”

Jiang Ding asked.

This was the first ti he saw soone say this, but clearly, driven by his fearso reputation, such sentints had been brewing for a long ti, and only after much deliberation did he dare to speak out.

The reason, of course, is not hard to guess: they feel they have enough people and want to reduce the number of free riders.

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“…Nurous cultivators.”

Immortal Baii said sowhat awkwardly.

“Not allowed.”

Jiang Ding said indifferently, “I need more people, to ultimately head to the Ancestor Temple of the Luoxu Clan.”

“You all need not worry, your rits surpass those of the latecors by a lot, you should be able to get what you desire.”

To avoid dampening their enthusiasm, he added a word of comfort.

“Yes, Lord Tushan!”

Immortal Baii bowed with his hands clasped, daring not to say more.

…

Within a valley.

The formation exuded layers of white mist to hide beneath, occasionally revealing a wisp of aura, as a top-tier third-rank formation, barely reaching the quasi-Nascent Soul Stage, powerful enough to easily massacre a large number of Golden Pill Monks.

More than forty cultivators stood on array patterns, intermittently raising their hands to call down dozens of thunderous blasts.

Most of these individuals bore the aura of Lightning Cultivators, currently forming only the simplest Heaven, Earth, and Man Tri-force Array, yet they were already capable of operating without interference.

Due to sharing the sa type of cultivation thod, their combined efforts even slightly amplified their power.

What mattered more, however, was their number!

A total of more than forty Lightning Cultivators.

Even if they were not Lightning Cultivators, the mbers had been ticulously selected, with their cultivation thods not only causing no interference but also offering significant auxiliary benefits.

At that mont, dozens of lightning strikes descended in unison, and the top-tier third-rank formation imdiately burst with spiritual light, teetering on the brink of collapse, revealing many frightened collateral mbers of the Hei Clan within.

There were, in all, more than twenty individuals, surrounded by nurous Golden Pill bodyguards in the center, and among them was Hei Louxi, with a deathly pale face, broken wings, and a half-mutilated body oozing like paste, staring incredulously at Immortal Baii and the others outside the formation.

Among them were a few individuals she recognized, or they were wanted criminals from the Beast Spirit Immortal City, aware of their information.

These people ca from all corners of the world, righteous and diabolical, from remote and obscure places, and even included bandits and runaway slaves…

Such a ssy collection of identities, with different cultivation thods – how did they manage to gather together, establish order, and avoid internal strife?

How could these unruly and violent criminals be so docile?

“Sect leader, did Lord Tushan agree?”

An old man with a flushed, rosacea-afflicted nose looked greedily at the collateral Golden Pills of the Hei Clan in the formation, especially at their nurous Treasures, almost drooling.

The surrounding Loose Cultivator Golden Pills were also looking on with similar sentints, purposely holding back so strength as they called down thunder.

“Haha, what a thrilling day!”

Soone laughed heartily.

Think of them, Loose Cultivators, always humiliated by groups of family cultivators with Army Formations, never expecting to have a day like today, turning the tables on the Heavenly Gang, trapping nurous family Golden Pills here, with no help from heaven or earth.

They all felt imnsely satisfied.

This area was originally cloaked with a high-quality Concealnt Array, undetectable even by Golden Pill Peak cultivators.

It was a Golden Pill Sword Cultivator who, by chance, encountered the collateral Golden Pills of the Hei Clan and, unable to defeat them, was captured and vanished without a trace.

Then the Tushan Sword Cultivators commanded people to investigate, and several more were ensnared.

After that, the entire Zhen Departnt’s more than forty Golden Pill Lightning Cultivators received the order and converged here, encircling the place without any leaks, bombarding it wildly until the top-tier third-rank formation could no longer withstand it.

“Lord Tushan said, ‘It’s not allowed.’

Immortal Baii sighed softly and played back the voice he had heard, to show he wasn’t engaged in any deceitful act.

“Not allowed?”

“These people are heinous criminals from major families!”

The surrounding Golden Pill cultivators were stunned, then erupted in discontent, extrely dissatisfied, “What a great chance to make a fortune, even after handing over thirty percent, every person could at least obtain one dium-grade Treasure, countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures…”

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