Xu Yi's words were like a demonic chant, and Yun Mingmie couldn't help but be tempted.
He was even a little grateful to Xu Yi. If not for him, Yun Mingmie really wouldn't have been able to swallow his pride. The arrogance of a royal clan young master made it impossible for him to lower himself to rob people.
Otherwise, why would he have come to fight Xu Yi over this spirit-mine pit? He could have wandered the world instead. With the Sword Orchid Banner in hand, he wouldn't have had to worry about shaking people down for spirit stones.
Once Xu Yi's schemes shattered that reserve, Yun Mingmie grew abruptly anxious. Time waits for no one. If he didn't hurry, he might not get many more chances to prey on people.
He immediately sent the hundreds of household retainers aboard his flying boat out to search, forming a search radius spanning a hundred li.
As soon as the search radius expanded, the results were obvious.
In just two days, he and Xu Yi had robbed eight flying boats.
Before long, Xu Yi didn't even need to open his mouth. Young Master Yun simply demanded a lion's share outright: at least fifty thousand spirit stones from each flying boat, or no one was leaving.
In private, Young Master Yun even looked down on Xu Yi, thinking that no matter how devious the damned man was, how could he match the innate royal bearing of Yun Mou?
It wasn't that Xu Yi lacked that kind of bearing. He was just afraid they'd end up in a lose-lose fight, provoking pointless conflict for no reason.
Young Master Yun's faction seemed powerful, but it had no True Spirit Circle cultivator to keep it in line. If they demanded too much and drove their