The righteous monks struck and fled, achieving great results.
The commander of the coalition forces was seriously injured.
Although I don't know which clever kid came up with this magic, and I couldn't find out after asking around, it doesn't matter anymore.
The fairy island enjoyed a feast of magic, but suffered countless casualties.
The righteous side only lost a few monks.
Success is due to the formation, and failure is also due to the formation.
Now on the fairy island, Zou Miaoling has become the person in charge.
Except for a few gods who originally followed that senior brother and had some complaints, everyone else showed an indifferent attitude.
Being sent to this place, the best thing is to stay alive. Except for those gods who don't need to go out to fight, no one has the time to fight for power.
Oh, except Guangmo.
He may be the only one who can fight outside while keeping an eye on the intrigues on the fairy island.
Not only do I not find it annoying, I even enjoy it.
"Fellow Daoist Zou, you can leave those disobedient cultivators to me."
"I will lead them out to fight to the death with the righteous path."
Zou Miaoling felt a little emotional in the cave.
The monks whose sects were destroyed were filled with resentment.
You can do anything for revenge.
If she put herself in his shoes, she would never be able to waste her energy on a sect that no longer existed.
Although I don't understand it, I respect it. The key point is that this kind of person is really useful to me.
To put it bluntly, Guangmo is now her loyal lackey. As long as she maintains high pressure on Lingxiao Sword Sect, Guangmo will clear all obstacles for her.
Comfortable, really comfortable.
"That's not necessary. Those people just haven't gotten over the past yet. Once they wake up, they will naturally stand on my side. They will support whoever is in power. There's no need to be so rigid."
Guangmo sneered at Zou Miaoling's words.
If he hadn't been there, those people would have made a big fuss long ago. Before, they were even clamoring to investigate the matter of that senior brother who was seriously injured. But that senior brother might have other ideas, such as taking this opportunity to return to the headquarters?
He has personally admitted that he was injured by people from Lingxiao Sword Sect.
Guangmo is not afraid of being investigated, as the sword energy of the Lingxiao Sword Sect cannot be purer.
"I've been sorting out logistics lately, so I'll need your attention on the war."
“It’s a lot of things.”
No wonder everyone wants to control a front line. She only saw the superficial surface now, wow, her eyes lit up. If she just stretched out her hand, she could get the resources she had accumulated for a long time.
No wonder that senior brother didn't want to go deeper and fight with all his might. I thought he was cowardly before.
Now it seems understandable.
But she still didn't understand the ins and outs here. What could she take and what couldn't she take? Should she take all or just part of it? There was no set rules yet.
Still haven't eaten anything very good.
As soon as Guangmo heard what she said, he knew that she was blinded by the supplies on this front and had become black-hearted.
The brain is working rapidly.
Just look at the significance of the previously maintained Dan Hall in the Demon-Slaying Fairy City.
Big business!
"Fellow Daoist Zou, don't worry. I also have some experience in this area."
Zou Miaoling glanced at Guangmo in surprise.
Are you familiar with this?
What a treasure male cultivator.
"When I was in the Immortal Sect, I was in charge of the Medicine Hall for a period of time by chance, so... I know a little bit, a little bit."
He has experienced too much, and many of his previous methods were actually very rough.
A lot of subtle things are not shown.
Something like the Hundred Cultivation Commentaries is just a small method, which can only be considered mediocre in the world of making big money.
The plate itself is not big. Even the Demon-Slaying Fairy City, the Wanxian Island, and even the period of the war between good and evil are not as big as it is now.
Zou Miaoling said that he was the controller of a front line.
In fact, there is a more concise term, military leader.
During the Purple Lion Dynasty, he was considered half a military leader. After all, his cultivation was relatively low at that time, and his relationship with the upper echelons was not close enough. Moreover, it was not a huge amount of money, just a token of his appreciation.
But Zou Miaoling is different.
The coalition forces in the Inland Sea are supporting a front with all their might.
There are more than twenty Jindan cultivators, and five or six of them are at the peak of Jindan.
The peak Nascent Soul cultivators are walking around the island, and the Golden Core cultivators are worse than dogs.
This kind of environment, this kind of demand, and this kind of supply can be said to be at the ceiling level.
"I can trust you, fellow Taoist, but there are a lot of twists and turns here. Are you sure you understand some of it?"
Zou Miaoling still had some doubts.
But Guangmo had already stood up, and he seemed to be glowing with confidence.
"I'm just saying this casually, and you can just listen to it casually."
"Let's talk about the cultivation pills that the monks distribute on a daily basis."
"In the secular world, this is called military pay."
Zou Miaoling nodded. It was indeed true. The so-called elixirs and spirit crystals distributed to assist in cultivation were, in plain terms, military pay.
Otherwise, why isn't such a large amount distributed to other monks in the temple, but only a fixed salary is given according to their status in the temple?
And the fairy island basically distributes a sum of money every month.
"The most common thing is to embezzle some money and deduct some money."
"The technique is too crude."
"Every time we go out to fight on the island, the number of casualties and those injured is not a small number after many years."
"Over a hundred people died, but sometimes it doesn't matter on paper."
Zou Miaoling understood. Isn't this just eating empty salaries? "According to what you said, if people die, we report injuries or even nothing happens. Gradually, our numbers will decrease, and the monks won't be replenished in time, which is disadvantageous to our combat."
"Not right, not right."
Guangmo smiled.
"Friend Zou, you think too simply."
"As the saying goes, if you live by the mountain, you eat the mountain; if you live by the water, you eat the water. If you rely on these monks, then naturally you have to eat the monks."
"Whether a person is dead or not, and when he dies, these are very important."
"A hundred fewer monks died today. A hundred more will die in two or three months. The things distributed in the meantime..."
Guangmo gave an expression that said you understand.
Zou Miaoling's eyes lit up. Yes, all I had to do was delay my death for a while!
"There are rules for who can die and who can't."
"For example, Nascent Soul cultivators and Golden Core cultivators, and Spiritualization cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators, these are all different."
"As long as the battle line is maintained, as long as we have many people leaving the island and the intensity of the war is high, you can do whatever you want in the battle report, and it is impossible to find loopholes."
Zou Miaoling understood that it was because of this that the purpose was to allow her to arrange more monks to go out of the island to fight.
But it did give her a lot of inspiration. It turned out that there were so many tricks and details involved in the monks' death in battle.
Guangmo really understood.
"I'll leave the battle to you!"
"Is there anything else you can teach me?"
Zou Miaoling has put the chips on the table, so now is the time for Guangmo to show his sincerity.
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