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Qin Fengming had watched coldly from beginning to end. From the brief exchanges among the group, he had gained some understanding of Xi Xian's predicament, as well as the Hundred Flowers Valley and the Black Tiger Gang cultivators' daily lives.
The cultivators who had come to the Black Tiger Gang to escape disaster did not merely purchase an identity token from the Black Tiger Gang and then rest easy. Instead, they had to complete various missions for the Black Tiger Gang in exchange for the right to reside there long-term.
Those missions were no simple matter. There was a risk of death.
Thus, some cultivators formed small groups, accepting and completing missions together. But disputes over control would arise among them, leading to oppression, coercion, inducements, and threats.
Yet which cultivator capable of reaching Wutian Island was not unruly, vicious, and cruel? To control others, they would naturally resort to unconventional methods—signing contracts or forcing others to consume certain poisons, then controlling them with the antidotes.
Such matters of the survival of the fittest were everywhere in the Cultivation World, not limited to Wutian Island.
Xi Xian had simply suffered under this for too long, and resentment had taken root in his heart. Even if Xi Xian changed the way Hundred Flowers Valley operated, he could not change the entire Black Tiger Gang, much less the circumstances of all the cultivators on Wutian Island.
Xi Xian naturally understood this. It was just that, after facing danger together with the cultivators who carried out missions