Ye Xiu looked at the excited crowd before him, a calm smile on his face.
He flipped through a few pages, then set the dossier down.
"Everyone, why do you still look so gloomy? You've just accomplished such a great feat. Think about it."
His hand landed on the thick dossier, and Ye Xiu's voice grew low.
"A collection of intelligence on everyone participating in the advancement tournament—this is a treasure worth more than a thousand pieces of gold to those determined to enter the inner sect."
"You created all of this. This is your talent! Even across the entire Tianhe Domain, this is a formidable achievement that would make people sit up and take notice!"
Listening to Ye Xiu's words, everyone felt their bodies begin to tremble uncontrollably.
They had never imagined that the word "strong" could one day have anything to do with them.
In the demonic sect, strength had always belonged to those gifted prodigies.
And what about them?
Their talent was so poor that they could not even compare to their peers.
If not for the despair of discovering, after all their efforts, that the gap had only grown wider, who would be willing to become a muddleheaded loafer?
But now, someone was telling them that they, too, possessed talents uniquely their own—talents that could shine brightly enough to make people take notice. How could they possibly refuse?
What was more, none of this was a lie. Under Ye Xiu's guidance, they had truly accomplished all of it!
In an instant, their earlier unease and doubts all transformed into even greater confidence.
Seeing the conviction in their eyes burn like flames, Ye Xiu inexplicably thought of a saying.
Sometimes, the most insecure people were the most confident.
"Senior Brother, are you planning to sell this intelligence?"