Fei Li became increasingly anxious as he saw that they hesitated to make a move.

"You guys are such cowards! I delivered myself to your doorstep and you didn't even kill me?"

"Are you...hungry?" Yan Yiliu swallowed back the curse words and forced a smile. "Take this...friend to get something to eat."

Fei Li was somewhat bewildered. That's it? Weren't these martial arts masters supposed to kill people like chickens?

But he kept trying, kicking chairs and flipping tables, but even so, these people from the martial arts world didn't utter a single word, and he left somewhat frustrated.

When he saw Fei Li return, Fang Zhiyi smiled. He had guessed it too. With the example of the Demonic Sect before him, most of these people would not dare to lay a hand on people wearing official robes.

At this moment, Zuo Qianqiu was staring blankly at the flag hanging on the wall behind him.

The three large, golden characters “Zhetianwei” made him feel inexplicably nervous.

After designing the Zhetian Sect, Fang Zhiyi turned around and, under the guise of protecting them, recruited all the panicked members of the branch sect. In just a few months, they went from being a branch sect of the demonic sect to a scum demonic sect colluding with the imperial court, and now they have become remnants of the demonic sect who have surrendered to the imperial court.

But faced with Fang Zhiyi's proposal, he had no reason to refuse, nor any leverage to do so.

Fang Zhiyi had already decided that no one was more suitable for the position of Zhetian Guard than this former branch of the Zhetian Sect. They had few ideas, obeyed orders, and had a certain foundation in martial arts, but not too good. As long as they were mixed with the existing city guards and trained a little, they could work together to achieve good results.

It might not be enough on the battlefield, but it's a deadly weapon in small-scale skirmishes. After spreading out, they can attack and defend in groups of five. Fang Zhiyi referenced the tactics of a general from a previous world, and it was very effective.

Their current function is only one: to rule the martial arts world.

Zuo Qianqiu felt that Fang Zhiyi was playing a trick on him, but he didn't dare to say it.

Who knows what tricks this sorcerer has up his sleeve?

He found out very quickly.

Fei Li himself couldn't write, but the teacher he brought with him took out a booklet filled with densely written small characters from his backpack and handed it to him. It contained detailed records of the number of people in the Double Blade Sect, their main composition, their land holdings, where they had shops, and what kind of businesses they ran.

"What is this?" Zuo Qianqiu looked at Fei Li, who was dressed in official robes but didn't look like an official at all.

Fei Li chuckled sheepishly, “The master told me to cause them trouble. He only has one request: if they want to establish their own sect, they have to register here. The master said it’s called…” He tried hard to recall, but with his teacher’s prompting, he remembered, “a business license.”

Zuo Qianqiu took a deep breath.

Yeah, I guess I oversimplified things.

Fang Zhiyi had his own methods for dealing with these martial arts sects: he would win over those with good reputations, suppress those with stubborn tempers, and directly send out the Zhetian Guards to deal with those who were not convinced.

Of course, it's not about direct confrontation; after all, harmony is essential in the martial arts world.

Your land was confiscated simply because you didn't have a business license. As for your shop, that's not your shop; it's the government's shop!

Fei Li continued his visits everywhere, including the Zhongshan Sect, the Five Mountains Sect, the Qingfeng Sect, and the Fali Temple. Fei Li had never been to so many places before. The process was simple: he would sit down upon entering, and then, without warning, he would point his finger at the other person and start cursing. The adults said this was called overwhelming the other person with his presence.