The outer sect independent cultivators, having been given an opportunity, erupted with astonishing enthusiasm.
At the outer sect marketplace, the sun rose and set, set and rose. Even with the advancement tournament fast approaching, a considerable number of people were still recruiting manpower.
Compared to those outer sect independent cultivators eagerly seeking to gather every ounce of strength, the elites backed by clans and factions kept a much lower profile.
Though they realized these independent cultivators might be more troublesome than before, the arrogance born of treating such lowly people as stepping stones for centuries kept them from devoting too much effort to it.
The ones truly worth being wary of were always your most direct competitors!
The exposed intelligence gave every faction's star enforcers room to be studied.
Unlike those lowly independent cultivators, however, these upper-tier elites could not only rely on their mouths to fool people.
For them, targeting opponents had long been an instinct carved into their bones. Now that the intelligence had been laid right before them, what were they waiting for?
Rows upon rows of pills designed to counter specific spells were taken away, and specially made talismans were drawn at an accelerated pace. Everyone did their utmost to prepare against their hypothetical enemies.
Ye Xiu looked at the latest sect report before him. It detailed how the faction disciples had run themselves ragged during these preparations, with several nearly dying from overwork. He almost burst out laughing.
He had never expected these people to actually fantasize about countering everyone.
That was truly the dream of a fool. One had to remember that spells and cultivation arts could not be changed and cultivated anew at the last minute. If they wanted any resistance, they could only rely on external aids.
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