The yellow-robed Golden Core cultivator from the State of Song stopped and argued, "Grandfather, we haven't lost yet. We can continue fighting. They don't dare to risk their lives.
As long as we continue fighting, we will definitely win. "
The white-bearded Golden Core cultivator said angrily, "Song Yan, you like to take risks. You have succeeded many times to reach your current situation.
However, if you know how to start a business, you also need to know how to preserve your achievements. You can't just take out some assets to fight.
If they continued to fight, even if they won, it would be difficult to swallow the State of Zhao. If they lost, the State of Zhao would be destroyed.
Right now, the Song Nation's situation is the best it has been in the past few thousand years. There is no need to ruin the nation's fate for a moment of pride. "
Song Yan wanted to continue, but the white-bearded Golden Core cultivator rebuked, "I'm not dead yet. It's not your turn to cover the sky with one hand."
The quarrel between Golden Core cultivators was extremely loud. Furthermore, they were fighting high up in the sky, so everyone within a radius of several hundred miles could hear them clearly.
Wang Daoyuan felt that Song Yan's words made sense. If they continued fighting, only the Myriad Spirit Sect would resist with all their might.
If Song Guozhen really went all out, the Golden Core cultivators of the Netherworld Sect and the Cruel Sun Palace would not fight to the death. Instead, they would defend their own territories.
However, what he did not expect was that the Song Nation was not as united as before.
The other Golden Core cultivators were willing to eat meat with him, but they were not willing to die with him.
Secondly, he didn't understand the principle of "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."
Even if all the Golden Core cultivators in the Song Kingdom listened to him, the loss of the Myriad Spirit Sect would not be small. The Violet Palace Realm and Foundation Establishment cultivators would be wiped out.
Once the Song Kingdom suffered too many losses, it would become a fish on the chopping board. How could the powers of Qi, Chu, and Wu Kingdoms not be tempted?
By then, the Song Kingdom would have enemies on all sides. It would only be a matter of time before the kingdom was destroyed.
Song Yan was a very capable gambler. In just two hundred years, he was able to reunite the Song Kingdom, which had been divided for thousands of years.
He was an excellent pioneer, but he liked to gamble too much and didn't care about his capital. He wasn't a good defender.
The war had lasted till now, and it was just right for the Zhao Country.
The Song Nation suffered heavy losses. However, it still managed to preserve much of its strength. While it lacked offense, it had plenty of defense.
The forces of Qi, Chu and Wu did not dare to act rashly, and the Song Kingdom did not dare to stir up trouble everywhere.
On the State of Zhao's side, everyone looked at a green-robed Golden Core cultivator.
This person was the first supreme elder of the Thousand Spirits Sect. His name was Yulong Zhenren. His spiritual beast was a fourth rank upper grade flood dragon.
Yulong Zhenren also knew the thoughts of Netherworld Sect and Cruel Sun Palace. If they continued to fight, these two sects would not be happy.
After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "We agree to a ceasefire. However, we do not want the Song Nation's land. We want the Song Nation to compensate us with Spirit Stones and other resources."
This was a wise choice. There was no place south of Wucheng Pass to defend. If they occupied the territory of the Song Kingdom, they would attract too much hatred. They needed to station a large number of troops to guard against the forces of the Song Kingdom.
The resources produced might not be much, but the cost of occupying them was very high.
The Underworld Sect and the Cruel Sun Palace had taken over the land, but the two sects couldn't take it. They still needed the Thousand Spirit Sect to reward the two sects with resources.
In this way, even if the Thousand Spirit Sect won, their strength would drop for a short period of time.
The seized land needed to be developed before it could be produced.
To develop land, resources and manpower were needed.
The Thousand Spirits Sect had been defending the Song Kingdom alone for more than ten years. They had consumed a lot of resources and suffered a lot of casualties. They did not have enough resources to develop new territories.
On the contrary, they urgently needed a large number of resources to nurture talents to maintain the operation of the sect.
No matter how one looked at it, resources were better than land.
The white-bearded cultivator from the Song Nation nodded and said, "Let's have the Violet Palace and Foundation Establishment cultivators retreat first. We Golden Core cultivators can talk slowly."
Venerable Yulong waved his hand and the cultivators of the Zhao Nation began to retreat to the north.
He was not afraid of the Song Nation playing any tricks. In this battle, the Song Nation had lost seventy to eighty Violet Palace Realm cultivators and four to five hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Even if they wanted to go back on their word, they did not have the strength to do so.
Both sides had stopped fighting and there was nothing to see. Wang Daoyuan also landed on the ground.
After half a day, the cultivators from the sects who came to help all left the three eastern fortresses.
Palace Master Gu also sent a message, ordering him to hand over the three eastern fortresses to the Thousand Spirit Sect cultivators. Then, he led the people out of the fortresses and gathered at the north of the main city.
Wang Daoyuan handed over the fortresses to the Thousand Spirit Sect cultivators and led the cultivators from the north of Qingli County to the north of the main city.
At this time, there were already many people gathered there. The Underworld Sect's dozen large flying ships were also waiting.
However, the cultivators of the Underworld Sect were not the only ones gathered. There were also many cultivators of the Cruel Sun Palace.
It seemed that the two sects were not at ease with the Thousand Spirit Sect and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
If the Thousand Spirit Sect was really ruthless and killed all the cultivators of the two sects who participated in the battle, the two sects would suffer great losses and there would be a gap in talent.
The Underworld Sect and the Cruel Sun Palace had always been at odds and it would be difficult for them to unite. In the future, the Thousand Spirit Sect would really dominate the Zhao Nation.
This was very risky. If things went wrong, the two sects and the Song Nation might attack them together.
However, the benefits were also great. If they succeeded, the unification of the Zhao Nation would be just around the corner.
However, the Golden Core cultivators of the Thousand Spirit Sect did not dare to make such a risky decision.
At this time, the two sides had only stopped fighting for half a day. The Thousand Spirit Sect could not make such a big decision in such a short time.
Before the Thousand Spirit Sect made up their mind, they would withdraw the cultivators and leave a dying Golden Core cultivator to negotiate.
In this way, they would not be afraid of the Thousand Spirit Sect falling out with them. Killing a dying Golden Core cultivator might cause them to lose their own Golden Core cultivators. It was not worth it.
Soon, the men of the Underworld Sect were gathered. Everyone boarded the ship and left Wucheng Pass, flying toward the Wan Chuan Market.
When they arrived at the Wan Chuan Market, the flying ships separated.
Wang Daoyuan and the others boarded a flying ship and went straight to the Qing Li Market.
After the Wan Chuan Market, they arrived at the territory of the Underworld Sect. They were completely safe.
Everyone was also delighted. They had participated in a state war and no one had died.
Only a cultivator of the Yang Family had lost an arm, which was reattached by Wang Daoyuan.
They defended the three forts in the east and repelled the cultivators of the Song Nation. They would definitely be rewarded.
Wang Daoyuan felt it was a pity that he could not get the ballista.
If he could refine the ballista and crossbow arrows, it would be very useful to strengthen the defense of Fallen Dragon Ridge.
After returning to the Qing Li Market, everyone dispersed. Wang Daoyuan also took out the Jade Spring flying ship and returned to the Jade Spring Peak with his clansmen.
He did not want to do anything else and directly went into seclusion to cultivate.
Previously, he was dragged to the Underworld Sect by Luo Jiuyou to refine the flying warship. He did not cultivate for more than five years, so his cultivation did not improve much.
In a few years, his clone, Wu Yi, would be able to gather 350,000 contribution points in the Shanbei branch.
He had four to five hundred thousand spirit stones on him. After selling some magic tools, medicinal pills, talismans, and the like, and taking a hundred thousand spirit stones from the clan, he would have enough.
However, his cultivation was still stuck at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.
If he did not raise his cultivation to peak Foundation Establishment as soon as possible, he would not be able to use the Yin Yang Purple Jade.
After a month of seclusion in the cave abode on the Jade Spring Peak, he was called out by the Twelfth Uncle.
It turned out that the Underworld Sect had sent a Violet Palace Realm elder to invite him to the Underworld Sect to reward him.
Wang Daoyuan did not understand. In the past, the Underworld Sect would send someone to deliver the rewards. Why was it so troublesome this time?
However, since the Underworld Sect had sent a Violet Palace Realm cultivator to invite him, he could not refuse.
In any case, he was going to the Underworld Sect to receive the rewards, not to go to the guillotine. There was no harm in going.
After walking out of the cave abode, he followed the Twelfth Uncle Wang Shouye into the hall.
The Fifth Uncle was chatting with the Violet Palace Realm cultivator of the Underworld Sect. After Wang Daoyuan entered, the Violet Palace Realm cultivator hurriedly stood up and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Steward Wang."
Wang Daoyuan did not dare to be arrogant and returned the greeting. "Greetings, Elder."
The Violet Palace Realm cultivator smiled. "Congratulations, Steward Wang. You have made a great contribution in Wucheng Pass.
The Myriad Spirit Sect and the Song Nation have reached an agreement. The Nether Sea Patriarch has returned with a large amount of resources.
The Sect Master has decided to reward you greatly. During this battle, you refined the flying warship and healed the injured cultivators. You have made a great contribution.
Thus, the Sect Master sent me to invite you to the sect to personally reward you. "
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