As expected, having learned from the example of the Demonic Sect, even the most short-tempered leader of the Fierce Blade Sect clenched his fists and forced a smile when faced with Fei Li, who came to cause trouble.
What can you do? He's an official; he can come to your door and insult you. If you dare to confront him, what if he dies on the spot? You say you're not afraid of the government troops? How about looking at the Demonic Sect? Those people in the Demonic Sect were arrogant enough, able to go head-to-head with the Jianghu Alliance without suffering any losses, but they were wiped out in a single day!
"Business license?"
"You can think of it this way: once you have this, you can openly and legitimately run your business. It's like you're officially registered with the government, understand?"
"Oh...like running a brothel in the city?"
"Oh? You also run a brothel? Make a note of that." Mr. Fei Lichong nodded.
"Hey? My lord, please don't... I've never heard of anyone wanting to make this kind of thing. We're a sect, not a business." The eldest disciple patiently explained. Upon hearing that this plague was coming, the sect leader went into seclusion overnight.
Unexpectedly, this time, Fei Li came prepared. He suddenly pulled a short knife from his boot, and the people who were nearby immediately backed away. Then, the next moment, they realized that something was wrong.
This plague god wants to kill himself??
Fortunately, the people present were all experts. Some grabbed his hands, some pressed his head down, and some covered his neck, managing to control the difficult situation.
"No, no, sir, it's really not that bad!"
"Quickly, quickly invite the sect leader!"
While Fang Zhiyi was performing, the scale of the Zhetian Guard was gradually expanding. He recruited some lone wolves and incorporated them into the Zhetian Guard along with the original Zhetian Sect members. He mixed the officials and soldiers together and then personally wrote secret manuals for them. Everyone who read them regarded Fang Zhiyi as a grandmaster.
Several sects began to contact each other privately to discuss countermeasures, but their alliance was broken in less than a month.
The other businesses in the city were all shut down, but the businesses under the organizer's name continued to operate normally and even received commendation from the government.
The organizers were speechless and insulted by their allies. The allies then took the initiative to bring gifts to the Shrouding Sky Guard to complete the formalities.
“We need harmony, but not too much harmony.” Fang Zhiyi stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, looking northwest. “We have to do everything ourselves, and no matter how many people we have, we won’t have enough.”
Zuo Qianqiu followed behind him, his old face full of admiration, but his tone was somewhat worried: "I shouldn't be saying this, but I still have to remind you."
Fang Zhiyi turned her head slightly.
“We were just sparring before, but now that the Shrouding Heaven Guard has taken shape... most sects have backed down. Shouldn’t you consider the consequences?”
Fang Zhiyi asked with a smile, "What are the consequences?"
"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked." Zuo Qianqiu turned his face away. "Although I don't understand the affairs of the imperial court, I know that you have now become the one who sticks out."
Fang Zhiyi simply tapped the city wall lightly with her fingers: "I see... as expected."
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