Yang Lingtian took the divine marrow and casually stored it in the Chaos Bead.
His gaze swept past everyone and landed on Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji tensed all over, feeling as though he had been targeted by a venomous snake.
"You. Come out." Yang Lingtian crooked a finger at him.
Zhao Wuji's legs went weak. Bracing himself, he walked out and dropped to his knees with a thud.
"S-Sect Master, what orders do you have?"
"You're in charge of enforcing discipline in the Leiyun Sect?" Yang Lingtian asked.
"Yes... yes."
"Good." Yang Lingtian tossed him a token.
"From today onward, you're the foreman of this mining area."
"Your job is to supervise them. Anyone who dares slack off or secretly hoard ore, deal with them directly."
"Raise the daily output by twenty percent. If you manage it, I'll reward you with an antidote pill to ease the pain of the restriction."
"If you fail, you'll suffer their punishment in their place."
Zhao Wuji froze, then was overwhelmed with delight.
Foreman!
He was still a miner, but at least he now had some authority. He no longer had to dig away miserably with his own hands.
And he could even ease the pain of the restriction!
"Thank you, Sect Master! Thank you, Sect Master!"
Zhao Wuji slammed his head against the ground again and again.
"Your subordinate will devote himself to the task until his dying breath!"
"I'll make sure this bunch of little bastards obeys me completely!"
The surrounding Leiyun Sect disciples looked at Zhao Wuji differently.
Their shared misery had turned into wariness and hatred.
That was precisely the effect Yang Lingtian wanted.
Only when dogs bit one another would no one think of joining forces to bite their master.
"Ding Tian, come with me." Yang Lingtian turned and