"That is not a problem. Young Master Shang wishes to draft an army for the Heavenly Court. While I dare not make guarantees about Heavenly Immortal level experts, there are vast numbers of Void Immortals and True Immortals. Our entire Mount Mang has over several thousand Dao cultivation sects. Each sect has at least a hundred Void Immortal and True Immortal disciples, and the larger ones have several thousand, or even up to ten thousand. As for the slaves at the Mixed Hole, Realm King, Heavenly Status, and Creation realms, their numbers are entirely unknown. However many Young Master Shang wants, I can arrange them all for you."
Zhengyue Sect's Meng Haiting laughed coldly: "However, I can only mobilize the disciples of my own sect. The disciples of other sects will be difficult to deal with. After all, joining the Heavenly Court's army and fighting the God Race is an arduous task. No sect wants to send their own disciples out."
"There is no need to mention slaves below the Longevity Ninth Stage Void Immortal. Those people are of absolutely no use. The Heavenly Court army must at least consist of Void Immortals." Shang Ziluo waved his hand: "As for the disciples of other sects… furthermore, this is my first time at Mount Mang, and I found that there are indeed a bit too many Dao cultivation sects. The entirety of Mount Mang is only three hundred and sixty billion miles, holding several tens of thousands of spirit veins. Divided among so many sects, the resources are scattered. You all ought to integrate them. Only by pooling resources together can experts be produced."
"What Young Master says is absolutely correct!"
Hearing Shang Ziluo speak in this manner, the eyes of the Profound Immortal ancestor experts from the several major sects lit up. They heard the intention behind Shang Ziluo's words. He was telling them to obliterate the other sects and seize the spirit veins. As for the disciples of those obliterated sects, they could be captured and forced to serve in the Heavenly Court's army.
Right then and there, the Profound Immortal ancestors of these sects were discussing how, after returning from the banquet, they would wipe out some weaker sects, snatch their foundations, and collect their spirit veins and accumulated sect treasures.
Among them, Meng Haiting and the Profound Immortal ancestors of a few sects flashed fiercely gazing eyes, staring toward Chen Yan. Evidently, they were plotting against the Profound Heavy Sect.
The Profound Heavy Sect was neither large nor small and possessed some resources. Naturally, it was viewed as a piece of meat for the taking.
Chen Yan felt the malicious gazes of these people. Her face turned pale with fright as she looked at Fang Han.
However, right now she held a tiny bit of disappointment towards Fang Han. Because his servile bowing, actually signing a contract with Shang Ziluo to be the other party's servant, severely ruined the image of Fang Han's invincibility in her heart.
Right at this moment, Shang Ziluo suddenly made a sound, clapped his hands, and made a gesture. An imposing momentum surged forward, rolling over like a tide and spreading throughout the entire hall. Several Profound Immortal ancestors felt a massive threat. Their bodies went straight and entirely tense on their thrones, and then every single one of them stood up.
This was the imposing authority of a "half-step Golden Immortal mighty figure."
Though not a true Golden Immortal, it could sweep aside any Profound Immortal.
"Everyone, today's banquet ends here. I have arrived carrying the will of the Heavenly Court. Reaching Mount Mang, my primary objective is to draft soldiers. Every sect and school must send their Void Immortal and True Immortal disciples out to report to me. The number the Heavenly Court requires this time is an army of three hundred thousand. This is the absolute bottom line! Do you understand?" As soon as Shang Ziluo's words were voiced, it immediately triggered consecutive cries of alarm among the Profound Immortal ancestors present. Their expressions turned extraordinarily ugly.
"Three hundred thousand Void Immortals and True Immortals! Where are we to find them?"
"Why so many? My sect has cultivated one or two thousand disciples to the Void Immortal and True Immortal realms, but it is impossible to hand all of them over and let them die."
"Hmph! Didn't you hear what Young Master Shang said just now? Mount Mang needs to be integrated." A Profound Immortal ancestor said: "In our Mount Mang, there are plenty of minor sects without Profound Immortals presiding over them. They have quite a few disciples. It is not impossible to capture them to make up the numbers."
"Let us go, bid farewell, and return to make arrangements."
Amidst the chorus of discussions, several Profound Immortal ancestors of major sects got up sequentially and flew out.
"Meng Haiting, Ye Yunshan, Ji Yun, Tuoba Ye, Huang Xiong… you all stay behind."
Shortly after, from the entirety of the massive banquet, the ancestors of thousands of Daoist sects had left completely entirely. However, seven experts were left behind. These seven experts were all unfathomable existences among Profound Immortals.
Also being at the Immortal Third Stage "Profound Immortal" realm, they were divided into varied ranks. Some Profound Immortals were weak, while others were powerful. For example, Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng could use absolute poison to secretly attack weaker Profound Immortals.
As for someone like Fang Han, an existence capable of slapping a peer Profound Immortal into meat paste with one palm strike, there was even less need to mention it.
Of course, Fang Han was no longer a Profound Immortal, but a half-step Golden Immortal mighty figure.
"Young Master Shang, what is the meaning of asking us to stay behind?" These seven experts were clearly the ancestors of the seven most powerful sects in the entire Mount Mang. One of them, a yellow-faced man named Huang Xiong, had crystal lights flickering in his eyes, countless stars generating and dying within, revealing exceedingly intense magic power cultivation. With a flip of his palm, he could shatter heaven and earth.
"I asked you all to stay behind because, after today's banquet, in as little as a few days or as much as a few months, the Dao cultivation sects of the entire Mount Mang will undergo massive changes. All the spirit veins are to belong to your seven great sects. I have already obtained sufficient information. Your seven great sects are the strongest. I want your allegiance to me."
Shang Ziluo stood with his hands behind his back, pacing with the stride of dragons and tigers, displaying the aura of a ruler.
"Although I am the patrol envoy of Quanzhou, in the entirety of Quanzhou, there are many patrol envoys. They are all fighting openly and secretly, pulling forces to their side, attempting to seize the position of Chief Patrol Executive. I am currently lacking capable hands under me. As long as you give your allegiance to me, not to mention Mount Mang, even within the entire territory of Quanzhou and its countless kingdoms, you will be able to occupy a place. To tell the truth, the spirit veins of Mount Mang are too small. Do you all want Quanzhou's largest spirit vein, the Ancient Spring of Life?"
"What? The Ancient Spring of Life? That is Quanzhou's most ancient spirit vein, entirely endless and limitless. Rumor has it that an ancient grand figure carved it out using the source energy of the Heavenly Realm, the veins of the earth, and the Primal Spirit. If I perfectly owned the Ancient Spring of Life spirit vein, I would even have the hope of comprehending the Dao of a Golden Immortal…"
Meng Haiting was shocked.
"But currently, legend states the Ancient Spring of Life is occupied by a major sect, the Heavenly Spring Sect."
"No matter. After I become the Chief Patrol Executive stationed by the Heavenly Court in Quanzhou, I naturally will have all sorts of methods. Moreover, I will soon return to the Yuhua Sect to enter secluded cultivation, to comprehend the supreme Dao of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Once I emerge from seclusion, when the time comes, you all will know…" Shang Ziluo stated without changing his expression.
"We are willing to give our allegiance!"
The seven great expert Profound Immortal ancestors all stood up sequentially and bowed.
One of them, a man wearing a grey robe, glanced at Fang Han: "However, we hope Young Master Shang forgives us, we do not wish to sign an ancient contract."
"That is only natural." Shang Ziluo entirely looked toward Fang Han as well, "This person's background is unknown, so I naturally must discipline him. As for you all, I know your roots perfectly, I am not afraid of anything going wrong. Besides, I will attain the grand status of a Golden Immortal in just a few days, becoming an eternal giant of the Great Luo. No one can rebel against me."
"Young Master Shang, now that we have all sworn allegiance to you, it would be better to thoroughly investigate this person's origins as well." A person stepped out from the back; it was precisely Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng.
"That's right." That grey-robed man was named Ji Yun, the sect master of the Great Benevolence Hall, and Ji Feng's older brother: "This person actually knows the Seven Forms of Judgment. That is an unparalleled ultimate art of the Muye family. Furthermore, that Holy Spirit Blood was painstakingly obtained by our Great Benevolence Hall and offered to Young Master Shang. It cannot fall into the hands of a slave with an unknown background. Young Master Shang, please take it back."
"Is that so?" Young Master Shang looked over at Fang Han: "He cannot refine that Holy Spirit Blood; I can retrieve it with a single thought. Moreover, he contributed the Seven Forms of Judgment, which is of great benefit to me. But his background is indeed suspicious."
While speaking, he gestured toward Fang Han: "Come over here and tell everything about your background. You have already signed the ancient contract and are my servant. Everything must perfectly be the truth."
Fang Han stepped forward pace by pace.
"Kneel!"
Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng abruptly roared: "You carry the cultivation method for the Void Ten Thousand Illusions Ancient Poison, which is the ultimate art of the Yao family. How did you get it? You are Young Master Shang's servant, yet you actually demanded the Holy Spirit Blood from the master just now. That is an act of sheer treason. Young Master Shang just handed the Holy Spirit Blood over to you out of consideration for the many people present. Are you not going to offer it up entirely to admit your fault right now?"
Shang Ziluo still kept his hands entirely clasped behind his back, looking at Fang Han just like an emperor looking at a minister: "Ji Feng is perfectly right. Your origin is mysterious. Handing the Holy Spirit Blood over to you earlier was perfectly to see if you were sincerely acting as my servant. It's a pity, there is my seal perfectly on this Holy Spirit Blood, you completely cannot open and refine it. Furthermore, with your Profound Immortal cultivation, it is entirely impossible to cause any damage to it. Kneel, honestly tell everything entirely about yourself, and if you follow me entirely loyally from now on, I can give you sufficient benefits."
"Kneel!"
The seven experts shouted in unison.
They knew Fang Han was a Profound Immortal. Experts at the Profound Immortal level all had dignity. At the very least, they entirely had never kneeled to anyone before. Seeing a grand expert being tortured and his dignity insulted thrilled them and twisted their hearts immensely right now.
Chen Yan's face flushed deep red; she felt the urge to absolutely fight to the death. But she also completely knew that putting her life on the line would be completely useless, only resulting in being turned to dust by the experts present entirely in the flick of a finger.
"I'm risking it entirely!" Nonetheless, with her blood surging up, she perfectly took a step forward.
However, a perfectly placed hand appeared on her shoulder, pressing down and rendering her completely unable to move. Surprised entirely, she saw a faint smile on Fang Han's face, displaying a sense that perfectly everything was under his control.
"It's fine, do not absolutely attack. Today, the entirety of Mount Mang is destined to perfectly flow with rivers of blood." Fang Han patted her shoulder, "After today perfectly passes, you will take command of the Profound Heavy Sect, and perfectly all the spirit veins of Mount Mang will entirely belong to your Profound Heavy Sect."
Subsequently, Fang Han perfectly muttered entirely to himself in an almost inaudible voice: "To perfectly think that the very first time I establish my absolute dominance after arriving perfectly in the Heavenly Realm, it would perfectly involve killing disciples of the Yuhua Sect. How did things entirely start this way?"
While speaking perfectly, his body jerked perfectly. His entire aura perfectly flowed out like water. An absolutely decisive and slaughtering perfectly majestic aura emerged completely from his body, resembling a completely peerless Heavenly Lord of absolutely magnificent splendor.
This was the supreme aura he had completely cultivated through absolute massacres in the secular world, entirely resembling a mountain of absolute corpses and an ocean of perfect blood. A completely seasoned warrior involved in ten thousand absolutely endless battles, utterly invincible everywhere he perfectly went. An absolute majesty completely naturally fostered from obliterating who knows entirely how many absolutely powerful existences.
In perfectly just a mere instant, he completely became absolutely an entirely different person.
Amid the absolutely endless shocked completely staring gazes of the crowd entirely, he perfectly walked over toward Shang Ziluo.
"You are perfectly done for, completely understand? Absolutely all of you are entirely finished." Fang Han's absolutely complete sheer voice was perfectly like the absolute Grim Reaper.