"Demonic arts? What a joke! Do you think Darkstone is easy to dig up? Who didn't go through untold hardships to excavate Darkstone? Ask the true ancestors of your Darkmountain—didn't they first painstakingly find the Darkmountain ore, then occupy the mountain and establish themselves as kings before mining it? And now that Heaven no longer serves you your meals, you remnants still think about Heaven placing the bowl right in front of you every day. Heh, when it comes to nature's bounty, you refuse to work for it yet still expect to reap the rewards. It's utterly laughable." I sneered contemptuously.
The young man trembled with rage. "Nonsense! Darkmountain is the treasure of our Darkmountain Clan! You stole our treasure, and you still think you're in the right?!"
"Listen here, kid. How many disciples escaped from the Darkmountain Sect back then? How many branches did they split into? Why don't the descendants of the other disciples say this, while only your branch is so fanatical? It's nothing but greed driving you. If Darkstone weren't worth a single cent, would you still have sent fanatical youths like yourself here to stand watch and investigate for thousands of years, foolishly waiting for another demonic-qi tide so you could dig out a bit of Darkstone? You would've gone off to do something else long ago. The other branches are clearly much smarter than you, aren't they?" I chuckled.
"But you dug it up now! Why can you do it while we can't?!" the young man snarled through clenched teeth.
I secretly thought that this young man's thinking was terribly simple: If you can do it, why can't I? Of course, that was precisely how I intended to lead them to think, so I continued explaining, "Obtaining Darkstone is actually simple—if you use the