There was no deep-seated blood feud or clash of ideals. As long as the benefits were sufficient and everyone was given enough face, there was basically no conflict that could not be resolved.
Just like now, Da Shen had already treated Qin Yang as an honored guest and invited him into the Han Shen Sect.
From the moment they met, after sensing Da Shen's cultivation and aura, Twelve had quietly told Qin Yang quite a few things.
Strength, aura, spiritual energy fluctuations, vital blood, and so on—so long as she saw them, if her repository held corresponding information, she could dig it out at once.
The Han Shen Sect's cultivation looked like body refinement, but in truth, the techniques they cultivated required divine wood as a catalyst, even as a consumable.
The higher the innate grade of the divine wood, the greater the help it offered them. This was especially true for the new generation of disciples. If they began cultivation with divine wood of a high innate grade as their foundation, their natural potential would be entirely different.
That difference in innate rank was like the difference in bloodlines among demons. Qin Yang had plenty of ready-made examples in his hands: branches from the Divine Tree, regardless of what state the Divine Tree was in now.
Having degenerated from an immortal herb alone meant that the Divine Tree could be compared to True Dragon Bloodline among demons—and first-generation bloodline at that.
So...
Da Shen's hands, his feet, and his instincts all made it impossible for him to refuse.
Enough face, enough of a way out, benefits piled to the brim—all this merely to make a connection and clean up after a little girl.
"Hahaha, what a tiny matter. No need for that. Little Seventh is clever and quick-witted, far