Without thinking too much, Ning Zheng opened Ye Kuang Xiu's analysis post.
He secretly lurked in the chat.
[Hello, everyone. I'm the Sixth Body of Nightly Crazy Cultivator. Recently, the storm is coming, and the towers are about to fall.]
[The Immortal Realm, along with the various Neutral Esteemed Immortal factions, has all come to pay their respects to us and establish relations. All the major leader-smiths are terribly busy.]
[Every faction has acknowledged our legitimate status throughout the myriad heavens and worlds.]
[Recently, our profits alone have skyrocketed by 300 percent, and this is only the beginning. We are gathering a million disciples, initially establishing a large sect, opening up every channel, and radiating into every field and industry.]
[But there are too many people, so we can only use data for macro-control, managing them pyramid-style through ten levels of VIP titles.]
[In the future, we will continue profiting from wars. We will sail to the battlefields to snatch the Netherworld cultivators' corpses, then return and have Jiumu Qing and her disciples, the Dao Jiujius, forge them into Immortal artifacts and sell them!]
Seeing how glorious their recent gains were, quite a few smiths grew excited.
This was all territory we had conquered!
Starting from nothing, relying on our own efforts and talent, we had climbed step by step to where we were today!
The addition of a million disciples meant that Xi Rong would become an extremely enormous merchant alliance.
But Ye Kuang Xiu, who had always been swollen with pride, remained exceptionally calm:
[But should we be getting inflated? We shouldn't! Based on my experience, this Dog Planner is misleading us, making us lower our guard before stabbing me viciously. If we don't prepare, Xi Rong Manor is definitely going to go under.]
Ye Kuang Xiu began