However, the most basic requirement-that they must not harm the sect's interests-was still enforced very strictly.
This included betraying the sect, revealing its secrets, and so on.
Upon reaching the rank of true disciple, one could already access certain sect secrets. If a true disciple defected, the impact would far exceed that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Thus, the Primordial Yang Sect kept extremely tight control over this matter, leaving virtually no obvious loopholes.
But where there was a will, there was a way. The Heart-Demon Oath was not entirely without loopholes; as long as one was willing to pay the price, there was still a chance to dispel it.
Liu Yu watched Wei Xiaoqin swear her Heart-Demon Oath word by word. His expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He had been somewhat worried that an overly stringent Heart-Demon Oath might leave him trapped between advancing and retreating.
Sacrificing his life for the sect's glory was absolutely out of the question.
But seeing that the Heart-Demon Oath only went this far and would not bind him completely, Liu Yu was reassured.
In fact, the major sects had long ago tried using the strictest possible Heart-Demon Oaths to guarantee their disciples' loyalty.
Yet perhaps because things reversed upon reaching an extreme, the results had been less than satisfactory.
After all, if a cultivator personally wished to betray the sect, and a faction with ill intentions was willing to invest enough, breaking a Heart-Demon Oath was not especially difficult.
Of course, "not especially difficult" applied to enormous powers like the Primordial Yang Sect and the Hehuan Sect.
For ordinary cultivators, a Heart-Demon Oath was essentially impossible to break.
While Liu Yu observed, Wei Xiaoqin, who was swearing her oath nearby, was approaching the end of