Qin Yang sorted through the intelligence. That fellow who had only just awakened and called himself the Seven Stars Dao Official should have been quite powerful.
If he had been too weak, the people at the front lines would have skinned him and stripped his bones for materials long ago. There was no way he would have drawn Bride's personal intervention.
His current strength was at least at the Dao Lord level, but at his peak, he had certainly been a Titled Dao Lord.
Only from such a lofty vantage point could he wield combat strength greater than he appeared to possess, forcing the front lines to urgently call for aid.
That made more sense.
After all, Qin Yang knew Great Ying's current overall direction. Anything they could solve themselves counted as a great merit.
And great merit brought rewards.
There were too many rewards to count: ranks, military posts, heavenly treasures, Divine Dynasty artifacts, cultivator artifacts—every kind of thing imaginable.
So long as one could earn merit, they would even dare to grant Spirit Veins.
Even if some people had already reached the end of their talent and strength, with no hope of ever becoming Dao Lords in their entire lives, they would still be given the chance to bring honor to their wives and blessings to their descendants.
Once enough merit was earned, their clan could also receive quotas to enter Hu Liang Academy's library pavilions for study.
What they gained would depend entirely on the individual. Obtaining the inheritance of a classic was not impossible.
Unless they had truly been driven into a corner, the front lines would not directly invite this Great Emperor, whose might was growing ever stronger. Otherwise, not only might they lose their merit, they might even incur thunderous punishment.
Qin Yang roughly