Carrot and Stick

Zhao Ji and the Extreme Aperture Sect Master exchanged a glance, neither daring to respond. This was indeed the deepest fear in their hearts.

"Scattering your organization and confiscating your resources is to prevent you from banding together and causing trouble."

Yang Wudi laid it out bluntly.

"These are extraordinary times. Within the Alliance, there can only be one voice giving orders, and that is my Yang Clan."

Yang Wudi paused, his gaze sweeping over the high-ranking members of the Extreme Sect in the front rows.

"However, the Yang Clan does not lack cultivation methods, nor do we care for your little bit of inheritance."

Yang Wudi's voice suddenly rose, carrying across the entire district.

"As long as you keep to your place and honestly stand at the front killing Demonic Beasts, the cultivation methods of the Extreme Speed Sect and Extreme Aperture Sect—you may choose good seedlings yourselves and continue passing them down!"

The instant those words came out, the entire street fell silent.

Zhao Ji froze where he stood, wondering if he had heard wrong.

The rules of the Cultivation World had always been to cut the weeds and dig up the roots.

When swallowing up a Sect, the first thing to do was erase the other side's cultivation-method inheritance, preventing dead ashes from flaring back to life.

Yang Wudi was actually allowing them to continue passing down their orthodoxy?

"Old Ancestor... are these words true?" Zhao Ji's voice was trembling.

"When I, Yang Wudi, spit, it lands like a nail. What fun would there be in deceiving you pack of homeless dogs?"

Yang Wudi waved a hand impatiently.

"What the Alliance needs are living people who can fight wars, not a pack of walking corpses with their hopes cut off. As long as you obey, the Yang