Cultivators stepped forward one after another, handed over a drop of ordinary blood, received their tokens, and returned to their places to wait for the ceremony to end.
Even the resolute Golden Core Cultivators could not help showing a trace of complicated emotion as they held their tokens.
With those tokens in hand, from this moment onward, they were truly cultivators of the Cloth-Clad Alliance.
They now stood squarely opposed to the Qian Court Sacred Lands, the sects, and the aristocratic clans!
If the Cloth-Clad Alliance came under attack from the sects and aristocratic clans, and their identities were exposed, they would face endless pursuit.
Those detailed records, along with that drop of blood bearing their personal aura, were the firmest proof of their identities and allegiances!
In the eyes of the Qian Court Sacred Lands, the sects, and the aristocratic clans, they were outright "heretics"—targets that had to be eliminated.
Although the Cloth-Clad Alliance still flew the conservative banner, a day would come when paper could no longer contain the fire.
As long as I haven't betrayed them, that drop of blood will let the Cloth-Clad Alliance quickly determine my condition and location.
When I'm in danger, they can swiftly mount a rescue.
But once I choose to betray them, it will become the key to hunting down my soul and taking my life.
Through the blood, the alliance's higher-ups can use secret arts to pinpoint my location and send powerful cultivators after me.
However I look at it, this blood gives them leverage over me.
Holding the Red Ring, Liu Yu's mind raced with countless thoughts.
Still, this was normal. Whatever faction a cultivator joined, it would inevitably demand something that gave it leverage over him, allowing it to keep him in check.
It made the price of