Such righteous, awe-inspiring words immediately stirred the hearts of these martial artists. It was as though the person standing before them was not a martial artist, but an angel sent from heaven to redeem all things.
"He really... I'm crying my eyes out—"
"Damn it, how did sand get in my eyes?!"
"I'm convinced. Other than my parents, no one's treated me this well in ages. Even if this is poisoned chicken soup, I'll drink it!"
"How ridiculous. I've lived nearly thirty years and seen every kind of scheming and deception, yet today I was helped by an alien."
Everyone looked worshipfully toward the man beyond the campfire.
"We can't let you go into battle alone. I, Fang Qiang, am willing to join!"
"I, Chongming, am willing too! We can't let a hero fight alone. We must break that group of Prodigies' monopoly on resources—not only for ourselves, but for all Rogue Cultivators in Hundred Prisons!"
"Jiang Yan, let us fight alongside you!"
The crowd shouted fervently. Even Yang Qing, who knew some of the inside story, felt moved.
He knew Jiang Yan wanted to establish a Duel Arena, but he did not know that Jiang Yan had only wanted one in order to gather Battle Intent.
Yang Qing had always believed that Jiang Yan's original intention in establishing the Duel Arena was to give those disadvantaged martial artists a chance to enter the Treasure Land.
Even Yang Qing had thought so. The others even more so.
And the truth was indeed not far off.
Though Jiang Yan had not truly intended to help them, he had objectively redistributed the resources.
Martial artists obtained Duel Coins through battle, thereby gaining cultivation resources.
Meanwhile, the resources in the hands of the strong had been plundered by Jiang Yan. If they wanted