"This isn't a problem. I have refined a spiritual substance, an object of utmost yang. Dissolve this medicinal powder in water and soak fresh-cut wood in it for half a month, and it will strip away the wood's fiery nature..."
Zhao Cheng waved a hand. His clothes were in fact quite plain, and his hair was merely tied with a piece of wood carved into a hairpin.
Yet his gaze was bright and clear, his bearing calm and composed. Every gesture he made revealed an extraordinary grace.
In truth, when the Edict of Gathering Worthies had first been issued, the craftsmen from the mountain strongholds, especially those who could read, had felt more fear than anything toward him. But after this brief period of contact, they had all come to believe in him.
And it was not only the craftsmen. The new recruits brought in from the strongholds were the same.
So-called personal charisma might seem intangible and elusive, but it was something that truly existed.
More often than not, capability itself was charisma.
Take him, for instance. He had put the military camp in perfect order, giving the soldiers both direction and something to hope for.
At the same time, he handled every matter personally. Though he had been forced to do so by circumstance, frequent contact with those below him had also, little by little, given them confidence.
This was also a process of selecting trusted subordinates. Those who proved useful would be promoted; those who were incompetent would be suppressed.
At present, his Heaven-Answering Army still had few people, so there was no issue of forming factions for private gain. If there was any great problem, it was simply that there were too few capable people.
As for the spiritual substance Zhao Cheng had mentioned, it was