After they finished discussing official business, Fang Qianyuan glanced around to make sure no one else was present, then suddenly asked, "Mr. Yan, there is another matter I wish to ask you about."
"Please go ahead, Grand Commander," Yan Wenshan said.
Fang Qianyuan said, "I hear you are versed in many Warrior secret arts. Could you demonstrate one or two and let us broaden our horizons?"
Seeing an odd expression cross Yan Wenshan's face, he added, "Please do not misunderstand. It is not that I distrust you, but that I have difficulties of my own."
Fang Qianyuan immediately explained his current circumstances.
Although Fang Qianyuan had received the full support of his master and the Sect Master's faction, allowing him to take charge of the Warrior Administration smoothly, the administration itself was a forest of rival strongholds, rife with factions. Every Earthly Fiend General was a General-Rank Warrior with Earth Rank cultivation and strength, enjoyed considerable autonomy, and had received the sect's promise that their positions would not be abolished in the near future.
They might not dare openly defy a legitimate leader like Fang Qianyuan, but if they obeyed in public while resisting in private, there was little he could do about them for the time being.
He could hardly slaughter them all as he would external enemies.
Fang Qianyuan had recently made frequent personal appearances at recruitment assemblies, selecting elite recruits and establishing his Personal Guards. He was not doing so out of fear for his life or to protect himself. Those disciples at early Earth Rank, or even Human Rank, could not truly protect him anyway. His main aim was to cultivate them carefully, place them in various posts, and steadily replace the old guard of Warriors, bringing the Division Courtyard entirely under his control.
He concealed