Chapter 900: The Turtle Who Shrinks Its Head

erthinking things!Although the Yaoshenzong is indeed powerful, and no force dares to offend it, it's not powerful enough to make Cave Heaven cultivators queue up to enter the city.After all, the Yaosh...After the savage warrior sent Gingercloud out of the war hall, he gave him another array stone and then turned to leave.

It is obvious that entering and exiting the five palaces of the barbarian clan requires passing through stone formations.

When Jiang Yun returned to the inn, he unexpectedly found that it was already overcrowded.

Even within the deserted city, there were many more foreign cultivators.

This made him realize instantly that the barbarian tribe's recruitment order had worked!

Although the Temple of God-Slaying has grown powerful enough to rival the Nine Clans and controls a significant portion of the world, many extraterrestrial cultivators still favor the annihilation of the Nine Clans.

Therefore, they were more willing to come and serve the Nine Clans, in exchange for enticing rewards.

Of course, these foreign cultivators definitely aren't all here to sincerely help the desolate tribe. There are probably spies sent by the Slaying God Hall among them.

However, Ginger Cloud had no time or inclination to attend to any of it. He didn't even want to seek out those cultivators who, like him, hailed from the shattered realm of Boundary Fall.

Now that he had successfully infiltrated the Wild Tribe's army and gotten close to them, completing the first step of his plan, he needed to think carefully about what to do next!

For three days, Jiang Yun did not go out wandering the streets as usual, but stayed in his inn room, meditating with closed eyes.

Just like that, in the late afternoon of the third day, he suddenly opened his eyes. The door was pushed open from the outside and a tribe member walked in.

This man was of middle age, with a furrow etched between his brows. After sizing up Jiang Yun from head to toe, he said in an arrogant tone: “You are Jiang Yun”

Ginger Yun Mian stared expressionlessly at the other person. The other person didn't even knock before barging into his room, and their current attitude clearly showed they didn't put him in their eyes at all.

However, Jiang Yun had seen many such people, so he naturally wouldn't bother with him. He nodded and said, "That's right!"

The middle-aged man said boldly, "I am here by order of General Huang, to escort you to the barracks for your duties!"

After finishing his words, the man ignored Jiang Yun completely and directly took out a piece of formation stone. After crushing it, a ball of light with a radius of ten feet appeared around him.

"Charge into the fray!"

Jiang Yun smiled faintly, stood up, and strode into the light.

As the radiance faded, he found himself standing on a vast plain.

This plain is vast, stretching endlessly as far as the eye can see. Upon this expanse, military tents stand in perfect rows.

Beyond the military tents, stood a hundred thousand heavily armored soldiers, chests held high.

These ragged soldiers were divided into ten groups of a thousand each.

A thick, oppressive aura emanated from each individual, converging to form a menacing cloud over the plain.

It's not hard to see that they, just like the desolate feathers, were born into life and death, having experienced a vast amount of carnage.

At this very moment, everyone is gazing at the ginger clouds that have appeared out of thin air. However, on every face and in every eye, there is a blatant look of provocation and contempt.

As Ahua said, these ten thousand soldiers from the wasteland, even though they are all considered wasteland slaves, can also be seen as members of the wasteland race.

So, when they heard that a foreign cultivator was coming to serve as their Guardian of the Wilderness and command them, it goes without saying that they were astonished.

Even, they didn't even put Ginger Cloud in their eyes.

Though now waiting here for Jiang Yun's arrival, it is not to pay homage to him, but to give him a warning!

"Legion Commander, these are your ten thousand Wilderness Soldiers. And here are your tokens, military regulations, and everything else you'll need. Well, my mission is complete, farewell!"

The middle-aged man gave a very simple introduction to Jiang Yun, and after handing Jiang Yun a storage magic weapon, he immediately crushed another piece of formation stone and left.

Ginger Cloud stared blankly at the ten thousand barbarian soldiers before him. He could clearly see the provocation and disdain in their eyes and expressions.

The reason why Huayu is only giving Jiangyun this ten thousand army of wilds now is because he's worried he can't control more wild soldiers.

But Huayou had no idea that Jiang Yun was the sect master of the Mengdao Sect of the Shanhai Realm.

When the cataclysm of the mountains and seas arrived, he led 300,000 disciples from various sects, spending eight years traversing countless battles, big and small, ultimately arriving safely in the Great Desolate Realm.

Those 300,000 disciples of the sect are the true elite warriors. Even if they were placed in any world or time period, they would possess extremely powerful combat abilities and should not be underestimated.

And now, with only 10,000 untrained soldiers, they dare to try and intimidate Jiang Yun It's a fool's dream!

If the 300,000 disciples of the Daozong Sect knew all this, they could only give their deepest sympathy to these 10,000 barbarian soldiers.

Jiang Yun smiled faintly and said aloud, "I am Jiang Yun. I have been sent by Lord Huang Yu, the Grand General of the wasteland, to serve as the Commander of the Wasteland Guards."

However, Ginger is new here and as an outsider cultivator, he knows nothing about the army. So, whatever you were like before, you are still like that now, don't worry about Ginger!

Now, disperse!

As soon as Jiang Yun finished speaking, the disdain on the faces of the ten thousand barbarian soldiers became even more pronounced.

Because to their ears, these words sounded like Jiang Yun's submission.

How can such a person be qualified to control others, how can they be qualified to command others!

Therefore, although Jiang Yun dispersed them, none of the 10,000 barbarian soldiers moved. They remained standing straight in their place, motionless, provocatively staring at Jiang Yun.

However, Jiang Yun merely smiled faintly and completely ignored these ten thousand barbarian soldiers. Instead, he turned and walked towards his own military tent.

After the curtains of the general's tent were drawn, a thunderous roar of laughter immediately came from outside.

"What a pathetic Grand Marshal, nothing but a turtle hiding in its shell!"

"Yeah, I don't know where they came from, these foreign cultivators. But they seem to be pretty well-behaved, knowing not to provoke us, so they haven't said much."

It seems like our good days are coming, haha!

Having heard those words clearly, Jiang Yun's face showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he picked up the jade slip, infused his divine sense into it, and carefully examined it.

Ginger Cloud has ways to deal with these rabble-rousers.

The simplest way is to directly intimidate with powerful strength and one's own aura.

But as he said, he was new here, and the army had many rules. Besides, he was a foreigner after all. Even if he wanted to punish them, he needed a valid reason.

Otherwise, it would easily provoke public outrage.

Therefore, he needs to thoroughly understand the military regulations first and learn about this army of ten thousand unruly soldiers. Only then can he find a suitable opportunity to let them know that their new commander is not someone to be trifled with.

Thus, for the next three days, Jiang Yun remained constantly within his own military tent, not taking a single step outside.

And the last shred of worry that still lingered in the hearts of those ten thousand barbarian soldiers completely vanished.

They completely acted as if Ginger Cloud didn't exist, doing whatever they pleased as before. Even when passing by Ginger Cloud's tent, they would deliberately speak loudly and make a ruckus.

Three days later, Jiang Yun finally walked out of the military tent. Looking at the 10,000 wild soldiers training in front of him, he coughed lightly.

Although the voice was soft, it clearly reached every soldier's ear. It caused them all to immediately stop what they were doing and collectively turn their gaze towards the infamous but powerless commander with scornful and provocative eyes.

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