A bunch of Qi Condensation cultivators like those present would not even qualify for the inner sect's threshold in the Yin Harmony Sect. If they called themselves strong, they would be laughed at until people lost their teeth outside.
Yet as everyone in the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion looked at Ye Xiu before them, they could not bring themselves to say those words.
Were they weak?
In terms of strength alone, they were indeed insignificant. But could cultivation realm truly determine everything?
Everyone turned their gaze to the sect dossier before them.
This sect dossier, condensed from everyone's painstaking efforts, was not thick. Once it was stored in spirit stones, it might even fit in one hand.
Yet everyone knew that if what lay within fell into the right hands, it would bring about a tremendous change capable of overturning the entire balance of power between the inner and outer sects.
And were they, the ones who had created all this, truly destined to keep being mocked as flies that could only wag their tongues outside?
Ye Xiu watched the crowd sink into thought, yet not the slightest trace of discouragement showed on his face.
He knew clearly that if he wanted to expand the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, he could never separate himself from these ordinary disciples.
Or rather, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion itself was something that had survived in the cracks.
Relying on memories and methods from his previous life, he could easily follow the path of an ordinary intelligence organization. Ye Xiu could guarantee that as long as he abandoned those fantasies, this intelligence organization could still bring him generous rewards.
But what would be the point of that?
He would still be living beneath this world's rules, becoming the sort of weakling who submitted to others.
His talent