Xu Yi clapped his hands and laughed. "Worth it, worth it! Those spirit stones were well spent this time. Many thanks, many thanks."
Actually, even without the Confucian-robed middle-aged man's reminder, he had already been considering this.
This world was nothing like Great Yue. The abundance of cultivation resources was unimaginable, and exceptional talents were as numerous as grains of sand in the Ganges.
Back in Great Yue, he had been cautious at every turn, keeping himself hidden step by step. First, he needed to evade his enemies; second, he possessed a rare treasure and feared others might discover it.
But in this world, what rare treasures weren't there? Even the iron essence he currently treasured, the Coral Horn, and even his Fire Gang Malice, though rare, might not be unique.
He had no need to go to such pains to conceal these treasures. The only thing he probably needed to keep hidden was his Talisman Art.
On the other hand, this world had a rigid hierarchy, with layers upon layers of factions. Resources were likewise divided and extracted by factions at every level. Gaining status through strength, gaining resources through status, and increasing strength through resources had become the only path to cultivation in this world.
If he wanted to rise quickly, relying solely on his position as sect leader and slowly grinding away year after year could indeed get him there. But that was hardly what Xu Yi wanted; at the very least, he felt he didn't have time to wait.
Besides that, if he wanted to rise quickly, his only option was to reveal his strength, make a name for himself, and win the recognition and recruitment of those above him.
The method the Confucian-robed middle-aged man had just suggested could be said to align perfectly with