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This man was not very old either, around thirty. He wore a goatee on his chin, and his eyes occasionally flashed with venomous malice, making him distinctly unpleasant to look at. Still, what he said was quite practical.

He Liu had used the conflict between the Demonic Sect orthodox lineages and rogue cultivators as his point of entry. His aim in forming a force was, in essence, a means of safeguarding and protecting the interests of the rogue cultivator class. When class conflict came down to it, it was still a conflict of interests.

Then came the problem. The martial artist surnamed Xu had already said that a rogue cultivator's greatest enemy was often another rogue cultivator. Their interests were entangled with one another as well. Even if He Liu managed to establish this rogue cultivator organization, he likely could not ensure internal harmony.

They could not possibly let some eat meat while others drank the northwest wind. When the time came, it would not be just one person rising in rebellion.

This was also one of He Liu's shortcomings. A newly founded force had a hundred things waiting to be done, and the countless troublesome matters alone were enough to overwhelm anyone. Especially when major issues involving vital interests were concerned—one misstep could further damage his prestige.

There would certainly be cases of uneven profit distribution within those great demonic sects, but their deeply rooted, time-honored systems could at least ensure a relatively fair environment. Tempered and proven through the wash of time, they inspired confidence. In this respect, He Liu fell far short.

Therefore, no matter how loudly the slogans were shouted—about forming a force comparable to the great demonic sects—it was, in truth, only an idea. Turning it into reality would be exceedingly difficult.

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