When Might Makes Right, Rules Are Needless

"Sir, as you instructed, the items have been delivered."

Outside Ye Xiu's door, an Alliance cultivator spoke with utmost respect.

"You've worked hard. Go rest early as well."

Ye Xiu nodded. Just as the cultivator was about to leave, Ye Xiu suddenly called him back.

"You missed today's banquet because of this matter. There were some good things served there, so take them with you."

As he spoke, he laid out several bottles of spirit wine and spirit pills.

The banquet had ostensibly been held to welcome them and wash away the dust of travel, but anyone with eyes could see that Qiu Yu was using benefits to silence the offense he had caused. The great cultivators above did not care much for such trifles; what they wanted was an attitude. The elites of great sects did not lack pills and were happy enough to enjoy themselves, but to these young people from the Alliance, such things were still quite precious.

After all, independent cultivators were poor.

The cultivator froze for a moment, then happily accepted the pills, happily bowed, and departed.

Only after watching him leave did Ye Xiu let the smile fade from his face.

A persona was not something one could put on only when showing off before others.

Since he wished to present the independent cultivator faction as gentle and tolerant, he had to demonstrate that unity of word and deed in every aspect.

After all, when the time came to win people over and poach them, the banner he displayed was one thing, but what would truly influence those wavering young people would be the peers they interacted with every day.

And Qiu Yu was the first test subject of this journey...

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, Qiu