[Three Days Later]

    The disciples and elders of Heavenly Dragon Cliff stood ready, prepared to set out at a moment’s notice.

    But why the three-day wait?

    The reason was simple.

    First, as the conflict originated with Sect Master Bu Haoyan, it was imperative for him to lead the charge.

    However, his injuries—particularly the swelling on his face—wouldn’t heal overnight.

    It was only proper to give him time to recover and present himself with dignity.

    Second, Grand Elder Zu Xuzhong, humiliated by the incident with the communication stone, had declared his intention to stand with Bu Haoyan in opposing Zhaomo Pass.

    But some elders and disciples still harbored deep reluctance.

    Zhaomo Pass was infamous for its ferocity.

    For Heavenly Dragon Cliff to seek revenge against them seemed like an act of suicide.@@@@

    Many didn’t want to throw their lives away.

    This was when Ye Yu stepped in.

    To rally the hesitant, Ye Yu began with a show of solidarity.

    He displayed footage captured by a recording stone of Bu Haoyan’s grievous injuries, eliciting waves of sympathy from the crowd.

    Next, he emphasized the core principles of the demonic path: loyalty and gratitude.

    “As demonic cultivators, we cannot forget our duty to those who have protected us.

    Your sect shields your name and ensures your safety in the cultivation world.

    If we allow the humiliation of our sect master to go unanswered, what will people think of Heavenly Dragon Cliff?

    This isn’t just a slap in the face to Bu Haoyan—it’s a slap to every one of you!”

    Once their anger was stoked, Ye Yu painted a vision of the glory to come.

    “Imagine this: Heavenly Dragon Cliff, the number one sect under Demon Lord Bai Xichu’s domain!

    A title so glorious, you’ll walk with heads held high wherever you go.”

    Through a calculated mix of provocation and inspiration, Ye Yu fully ignited their fighting spirit.

    Outside the grand hall of Heavenly Dragon Cliff, the gathered disciples and elders stood in high spirits, ready for war.

    Bu Haoyan, standing on the highest platform, was overwhelmed with emotion.

    Fortunately, his dream-world experiences as an emperor gave him the confidence for public speaking.

    Ye Yu spoke with commanding clarity.

    “The sect master has asked me to say a few words, but I don’t have much to add.

    So let’s get practical.

    Kill a disciple of Zhaomo Pass? 50 demonic crystals!

    Kill an elder? You’ll receive a magical artifact!

    Take down Zhaomo Pass? Whatever you want, the sect master will make it happen!”

    His speech was simple and direct, echoing tactics he’d employed in the Dayong Dynasty.

    When in doubt, promise rewards!

    “No delays. No excuses. If you’re strong enough to earn it, you’ll get it!”

    With that, Ye Yu glanced at Bu Haoyan, signaling him to affirm the offer.

    Bu Haoyan, catching on, announced in a booming voice, “Yes! Everything Elder Ye has promised, I fully support!”

    The rewards Ye Yu had proposed were exorbitant, but Bu Haoyan was willing to splurge to crush Zhaomo Pass.

    The crowd erupted into cheers.

    The prospect of tangible rewards—demonic crystals and magical artifacts—was unprecedented.

    Previously, even verbal praise had been rare.

    Now, they had a chance to be rewarded handsomely for their efforts.

    Even the elders, lured by the mention of magical artifacts, felt their enthusiasm rise.

    The battle cries grew louder.

    Ye Yu raised his voice above the din: “For Heavenly Dragon Cliff—move out!”

    The crowd surged into the air, streaks of light flying outward in a spectacular display.

    Bu Haoyan stood silently, watching with a smile.

    Then, he frowned slightly.

    Wait a minute... wasn’t I supposed to lead the charge after giving my speech?

    Looking at the empty platform, he sighed in regret.

    Damn it. Ye Yu’s done so much already, and I’m here worrying about this?

    I have no shame...