The sect's enterprise was still in its fledgling stage, and its consumption of all kinds of resources was already absurdly high. They also had to leave enough surplus to win over those experts who were dissatisfied with the Blood Spirit Royal Clan's rule.
After all.
Dissatisfaction was one thing, but before you brought out tangible benefits, who would be willing to risk their life for you!
The resources for rendering service were one tier, the resources for slacking off were another. If they wanted Demon Race Experts to fight to the death for them, the resources given could not be poor.
Otherwise.
Even if they were the orthodox Heavenly Horn Royal Clan, it would be of no help. Reputation was reputation; reality was reality.
Faced with the strong recommendation from the cultivators under his command, Mo Ku felt hesitant for a time as well. In the end, he still gritted his teeth and said, "No matter. The Flame Demon brothers saved my life. Supporting him alone is merely equivalent to supporting three additional Great Ascension Late Stage cultivators. Once his identity is confirmed, This Sect Master cannot do anything that chills the Flame Demon brothers' hearts."
Merely equivalent to three Great Ascension Late Stage cultivators?
The Brute Demon Clan Dao Integration Cultivator's heart sank, and he earnestly advised, "Sect Master! Our sect has only been established for a little over a hundred years. The Great Ascension Cultivators we have recruited do not even number ten in total, and the Demon Domain worlds we occupy are mostly barren borderlands with poor resources. What you truly have... is actually only this Star Devouring Imperial Palace. Those above need to see results before they will allocate more resources!!"
Hearing this, Mo Ku's heart immediately gave a jolt.
On careful calculation, it really was