The Myconid sects that ended their seclusion and ventured out to expand all settled in areas without powerful forces nearby.
These Myconid sects had incarnations of Void Refining ancestors and a host of Golden Core and Nascent Soul bigwigs. In their local territories, they were the law, and their word was absolute.
Of course, the Myconid sects hadn't emptied their coffers. They'd only revealed a few high-ranking cultivators capable of suppressing the other forces.
When a region that should have been barren suddenly produced a large number of high-ranking cultivators who didn't belong there, it was bound to attract attention. People would wonder if some treasure had appeared.
Once suspicion took hold, it wouldn't be long before people acted on it.
The Myconid sects didn't want to expose their full strength bit by bit amid endless probing, until they were forced to reveal their extraterrestrial forces just to protect themselves.
That didn't fit their development strategy. They wanted to infiltrate the locals, not wipe them out and start over.
"Why do you only recruit female disciples? If that useless thing is the problem, I can get rid of it!"
One day, a Myconid sect's recruitment drive produced quite a spectacle.
A talented male cultivator heard that the sect only recruited female disciples and immediately protested in anguish, asking what made him inferior to the women.
If they thought he had something extra, he could give it up. He was devoted to cultivation anyway; that thing was no use to him.
The cultivator's anguished declaration stunned everyone. Many of the men watching felt a chill creep through them.
That guy was ruthless. He'd go that far just to seek immortality?
"Now that's interesting."
When the story reached Medivh, he had to admit that this cultivator was even more ruthless than the