"If we can obtain the cultivation techniques of this world and learn from their strengths to make up for our weaknesses, perhaps we'll gain some unexpected rewards."
"And cultivation techniques won't do if their rank is too low. As for high-rank techniques, we can only rely on Chu Yang."
Ye Lin spoke slowly. Since they had come to another world, they had to shear the sheep—take as much as they could, and grab whatever they could get their hands on.
"That makes sense."
Listening to Ye Lin, Hong Batian stroked his chin in thought. At some point, he had learned Ye Lin's signature gesture as well; whenever he pondered something, his hand would unconsciously reach for his chin.
"Sir, I've finished. Eight tonight, at Vast Martial Restaurant."
At that moment, Chu Yang pushed open the gate and came over enthusiastically.
He had once invited those great factions, only to be refused. Some had not even bothered to look at his invitations.
Meanwhile, he had invited thirteen smaller factions in total, and every one of them had readily promised to attend, which left him somewhat depressed.
Yet all of this had been within Ye Lin's expectations. After all, this was their first chance to establish ties with the imperial family. These smaller factions simply could not resist such an enormous temptation.
Moreover, a prince had personally invited them, showing them every respect. So long as these small factions had functioning brains, they would definitely come.
What if they helped the prince successfully ascend to that position? Every one of them would become a family that endured for thousands, even tens of thousands of years. Who could refuse such a colossal temptation?
Though failure meant death, no one was afraid at this moment. If they were content with the status quo, they