"The conclusion is," Yun Ge said, cradling his ancient zither with a faint smile, "we not only have to exploit the loopholes, but do it so seamlessly that the Heavenly Dao has no choice but to accept it."
Yun Pengxing nodded elegantly. "To that end, all the branch lineages drew funds from the clan treasury back then to make those nominal factions real. Western Ridge actually established the Hundred Herbs Alchemy House in the Eastern Region, Southern Mountain expanded Ten Thousand Treasures Mountain across the four regions and five continents, and Northern Marsh's Blazing Fire Forging Workshop enjoys an excellent reputation among sword cultivators."
"Exactly!" Yun Poxiao squeezed over and scratched his head with an honest grin. "Even our Desolate City founded the Yellow Sand Mercenary Group back then. We took loads of escort jobs, and because we were too strong and charged too little, we nearly drove all the other mercenary groups nearby into bankruptcy."
Yun Qing: "..."
He silently gazed at the fleet before him, where a whole pack of demons danced in wild abandon, then took in the merrily self-righteous atmosphere. Suddenly, he felt that beyond their absolute strength, this habit of "adapting flexibly and probing madly along the edges of the rules" was probably the most terrifying legacy that had allowed the Yun Clan to weather countless ages of storms and remain standing.
As expected of a fierce clan that dared to receive a Reincarnated Immortal Emperor.
Just then, Yun Qing's expression suddenly turned serious, as though he had only just remembered something.
His gaze swept across his eleven companions, and he addressed them with a smile:
"By the way, everyone."
"Our lord has summoned us."
The clamor on the deck fell silent. Yun Tianluo and the others sobered, exchanged glances, quickly straightened their attire, and