Chapter 9 Forming Cliques
Leaving some blank space makes it easier to generate fear of the unknown; this is a demonic sect, not a benevolent one.
Seeing Wang Yu leave the corner, the two were both afraid and hesitant, and dared not go forward to talk to Wang Yu again.
And so, the day's explanation session came to an end, and everyone returned to their respective stone houses.
Day 22 of my life as a spirit slave.
Wang Yu is using the same method to approach his fellow townsmen in Shihu City, but he needs to change his approach when talking to others.
There are three types of people who are willing to learn.
Those who accept their fate passively, those who are pragmatic, and those who are ambitious!
The first type of people is the most numerous, followed by the second type, and the third type is the least numerous. Wang Yu found it easiest to persuade the third type of people, thanks to the endorsement of the steward's declaration that day, and his reputation was very useful.
Anyone who wants to become an outer disciple, if you briefly explain the pros and cons, use the Ice Sword Technique as bait, and show them the rewards, these people will be quickly tempted.
In just one morning, he persuaded seven people.
At this moment, the two "acquaintances" approached and whispered to Wang Yu.
“We all have mixed spiritual roots and useless spiritual roots, so it’s impossible for us to enter the Dao in just two months. Besides, before that, we couldn’t even read. You’re lying to us.”
Wang Yu couldn't help but chuckle.
"This is the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect, not a charity! You think I have great talent? As long as you are willing to give up your lifespan, entering the sect is easy, and you are no exception."
This kind of ignorance, no matter what world it is, appears among the lower classes, but once you convince them, they will become your most steadfast supporters.
The two were speechless again. After a moment of silence, they agreed to Wang Yu's request.
"very good."
Wang Yu smiled and made a promise.
"If you want to get rid of your status as spirit slaves, increase the amount of spirit sand you offer each month to one tael and six mace. Only by being different from others will you have a chance to be noticed by the Cold Blood True Disciple."
"this---"
The two looked at each other, not daring to say anything, and could only nod repeatedly.
Seeing this, Wang Yu left again.
The next few days were spent dealing with the "submissive" group. These people are the most threatened, so a tough stance is all that's needed, but they are also the most likely to turn against you.
The spirit slaves had three stewards. The fact that the man surnamed Duan chose him did not mean that he was the only one; the other stewards would use similar methods.
The activity of moving around and recruiting people was quite significant.
So—he's being watched!
Day 28 of my life as a spirit slave.
A group of haggard, aged-looking "old men" with messy white hair gathered together. All three of them were at the second level of Qi Refining, and they belonged to one of the three managers, a manager surnamed Liu.
"Boss Fang, that kid named Wang Yu has gathered quite a few newcomers lately, at least fifty or sixty people. Won't Manager Liu be unhappy about that?"
Old Fang stared at Wang Yu, who was still walking, with great displeasure.
"So what if he's dissatisfied? We can't just kill him. The spirit slaves are all property of Cold Blood Peak. If they harm people in private, they will not only pay with their lives, but they will also suffer inhuman torture before they die, and their souls will not be able to escape."
"So what do we do?"
"Give him a verbal warning first, and if that doesn't work, break his limbs."
"What if that still doesn't work?"
The eldest brother, surnamed Fang, squinted at his deputy, who then retreated several steps before speaking.
"If the conventional methods don't work, then kill an old man who's about to die and dump him in his house."
To frame someone.
It's not that they're simple-minded or easily exposed; there aren't many effective methods among the spirit slaves in the Stone House District, making it easy for them to break the rules.
This is when their manager needs to step in.
Whoever is more powerful will gain the loyalty of more spirit slaves.
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"If you agree, not only will you be fine, but you will also have the hope of becoming an outer disciple like me in the future. Your future is promising."
"One tael and eight mace of spirit cinnabar, it's settled."
Having just convinced a fellow townsman from Shihucheng, Wang Yu calculated that the agreed-upon goal had been largely achieved and could be completed within ten days.
We don't know if Manager Duan will keep his promise, so we can only gamble. The weak have no voice, and questioning is suicidal. We can only believe for now.
Whether it's deception or coercion.
He remembered that sentence perfectly: "One or two spirit sands belong to Cold Blood Peak; anything extra belongs to True Inheritor Su!"
Whether he can turn things around depends on two preconditions.
1. Manager Duan is willing to pass on the message.
2. Su Zhenchuan was willing to help him out.
Offering more benefits is one way he demonstrates his value, and this works well in the world of demonic cultivation.
He could only suffer for his fellow villagers. Just as he was preparing to look for his next target, a dozen spirit slaves surrounded him and blocked his way completely.
Three more people emerged from among them; they were the spirit slaves surnamed Fang who had come to teach him a lesson.
"Hey kid, you know you've crossed the line?"
Wang Yu frowned. This was the Bluestone Square, where not only were there twenty outer disciples watching over it, but also several stewards stationed there permanently.
Of course, the most important thing is the group of Shihu City people that Wang Yu has persuaded and those he hasn't. If they show weakness or get beaten black and blue, he's finished.
Most of those who passively accept their fate will side with the stronger party.
The other side surrounded him, cutting off his escape route!
Perhaps the spirit slave surnamed Fang didn't think that much about it; he simply wanted to scare Wang Yu and make him give up recruiting more spirit slaves.
But Wang Yu's eyes instantly turned red.
Ling Nu will never be able to turn his life around. He not only needs to be extremely careful and meticulous, but he also needs to be ruthless—ruthless in heart, ruthless in hands, and ruthless in person—in order to stand firm.
This is an opportunity we can't afford to miss!
Presumably, Steward Duan taught him this spell with this situation in mind.
"Ice Sword Technique, go!"
Centered on Wang Yu, the temperature within a few feet plummeted, and three ice swords condensed around him. With a flick of Wang Yu's finger, the three Qi Refining Level 2 cultivators, led by the spirit slave surnamed Fang, landed on their hands and feet in unison.
Some thick, dark blood trickled out.
"Ahhh—"
The onlookers quickly retreated, afraid of getting blood splattered on them.
There was no dialogue; I was killed the moment I expressed my hostility.
The spirit slave surnamed Fang was terrified, but could only struggle on the ground. The three ice swords did not disappear after their first attack, but returned under Wang Yu's hand gestures.
The burning spiritual energy and fresh blood on it alternated, completely transforming into a blood-red ice sword.
"Wang Yu, you can't kill me!"
“Spirit slaves are forbidden from killing each other. If I die, you will pay with your life.”
Wang Yu remained unmoved, changed his hand seal, and three blood-stained ice swords shot out again. Just then, a small seal pressed down, suddenly growing larger in the process.
They crushed all three of Wang Yu's ice swords into powder.
Manager Duan arrived suddenly, flicked his sleeve to put the magic weapon back into his sleeve, and frowned as he looked at Wang Yu.
"Calm down."
Upon seeing his backer, Wang Yu quickly put on a wronged expression, pretending to be crazy, not really crazy, and spoke first.
"Manager Duan, you've finally arrived! We must stand up for Wang Yu!"
"I don't know this person either. I was just starting to understand something from listening to the lectures of the outer sect masters when they surrounded me without saying a word and tried to break my arms and legs."
“I have devoted half my lifespan to the Holy Sect just to deliver the spirit sand as soon as possible and make a contribution, but these people want to kill someone like me who has sacrificed himself for the Holy Sect.”
(End of this chapter)
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