As simply as that, Yang Qi doled out nine Heaven-Dragon Devil-Subduing Swords to buy his way into the Dao Defense League. And it worked. Oftentimes, greasing palms was the best way to get ahead. It was just like the ancient saying: the king of hell is easy to deal with, but minor devils are hard to handle. Usually, the ‘minor devils’ handled day-to-day affairs, and if you didn’t take them seriously, it could lead to a disaster. But treat them well, and they would make your path smooth.

Just as he’d expected, this group offered to vouch for him and help him out. In fact, they immediately began treating him like the important offspring from an aristocratic clan that he was supposed to be. Although he’d supposedly come for training, he understood how things worked and immediately tried to make some friends. Everyone liked people such as that.

Now it was time to proceed with the next part of the act. Yang Qi unleashed some of the fundamental nature of the Eight Tribes Godfist and used it to tap the captain, who staggered backward as a result.

Immediately, the captain’s previous expression of veiled contempt was replaced with one of respect and veneration. In the immortal worlds, respect was offered...