Now that he was already the Young Master of Peacock Sacred Mountain, buying hearts was a somewhat crude tactic, but one that was nonetheless indispensable.
The Young Master of Peacock Sacred Mountain—though the position was lofty and the status high—without the support of those beneath him, even the loftiest standing was nothing but a castle in the air, fundamentally unstable.
And the Panlong Great Clan was the foremost clan under Peacock Sacred Mountain, as well as the foremost clan in the entire Glazed Royal City. Winning their support was naturally of tremendous importance.
What's more, Jiang Chen had great faith in the Panlong Great Clan. If they continued on this trajectory, it was only a matter of time before they became the eighth Great Emperor power in the Glazed Royal City.
When that happened, the structure of the Seven Great Emperors would become the Eight Great Emperors.
Once the Panlong Great Clan produced a Panlong Great Emperor, their voice in matters would rise dramatically. And that, naturally, would benefit Peacock Sacred Mountain as well.
As long as the Panlong Clan Head survived this tribulation, comprehended the Emperor Realm, and broke through to the Great Emperor level in one fell swoop—coupled with the meteoric rise of Third Young Master Ji—the Panlong Great Clan's ascension to Great Emperor status was only a matter of time.
So, facing the Panlong Great Clan's show of goodwill, Jiang Chen naturally had to respond in kind. He smiled and said, "Zhongtang, there's no need to be so formal. The Panlong Great Clan and I share the same fate—our fortunes rise and fall together."
After that, he turned to the Panlong Clan Head and said, "Clan Head, there's no time to lose. You should enter seclusion immediately. I won't disturb you any further here."
After leaving the Panlong Clan Head's residence, Jiang Chen didn't rush back to the Young Master's Manor on Peacock Sacred Mountain.
Instead, he went to the Taiyuan Pavilion.
Jiang Chen had entrusted the Taiyuan Pavilion to Shen Sanhuo's care. By now, it had already earned a reputation as the foremost medicinal pill shop in the entire Glazed Royal City.
Though Shen Sanhuo was young, the Taiyuan Pavilion had both
When Shen Sanhuo and the others saw Jiang Chen arrive, they were all extremely excited, rushing over to ask after his well-being.
Seeing their excitement, Jiang Chen knew they had been living quite fulfilling lives here.
"Sanhuo, gather all the brothers and sisters. I have something to say to everyone."
Shen Sanhuo's admiration for Jiang Chen had long since reached the level of total, unquestioning devotion. He immediately set off to carry out the task.
Soon, all the disciples of Danqian Palace had gathered in a private chamber.
These people had been fortunate enough to be saved by Jiang Chen, and now, in the Glazed Royal City, they were capable of holding their own. The days they led were exceedingly comfortable—so comfortable, in fact, that some of them had begun to lose their fighting spirit. Some even harbored a vague, unspoken thought: perhaps there was no real need to rebuild Danqian Palace. Life like this wasn't so bad at all. It was actually more pleasant than their days in Danqian Palace had been.
Jiang Chen could read this mindset clearly.
This world of the Glazed Royal City, by any measure, was surely superior to Danqian Palace in the Myriad Domains.
After all, the Myriad Domains were merely a lower domain—a remote backwater. In terms of prosperity and the broadening of horizons, they obviously could not compare to the Glazed Royal City.
What was the Glazed Royal City? Even across the entire Upper Eight Domains, it was one of the core regions.
So, among these survivors of Danqian Palace, under the erosion of comfortable living, a minority had gradually begun to lose their resolve, adopting a complacent, take-what-comes attitude.
Jiang Chen's gaze swept across the assembly of Danqian Palace disciples, and he said calmly, "Sanhuo, you've managed the Taiyuan Pavilion very well."
When Shen Sanhuo heard Jiang Chen's tone, he recognized it as praise—but his heart still clenched, and beads of sweat had already begun to form on his forehead.
"Senior Brother, Sanhuo has truly done his utmost. But I'm afraid my humble talents may still fall somewhat short of your expectations?" Shen Sanhuo's tone carried a note of nervousness.
In front of Jiang Chen, he couldn't help but be nervous. Back in the Danxia Valley of Danqian Palace, Jiang Chen had been nothing more than a fellow disciple—so naturally, he hadn't been intimidated.
But now, Jiang Chen was far more than just the man who'd saved his life. He was the Young Master of Peacock Sacred Mountain, a figure who would one day rule the Glazed Royal City!
Jiang Chen's tone was cool and detached. "Your talent isn't poor, and you've indeed managed the Taiyuan Pavilion well. However, there's one thing you may have forgotten. I placed you here to develop your independence, to hone your abilities, so that one day you could shoulder the great task of restoring our sect. In that regard, you haven't done well enough."
Shen Sanhuo's forehead was slick with sweat. "Senior Brother's guidance is correct."