Of course, things had gone smoothly for him—in the sense that he'd collected Profound Yellow Essence until his hands were full. In fact, ever since he'd left Long Qianqiu, he'd seen this outcome coming. The hall masters were all bound together, and there was no way Long Qianqiu wouldn't spread the news.
And this was exactly what Xu Yi wanted. Only if both sides cooperated could the act be convincing, quick, and well done. Along the way, he'd made his demands twelve times, destroyed three mountain peaks, the main halls of six branches, and the mountain gates of three others.
Which part he destroyed depended entirely on whether each hall master showed enough sincerity. If they didn't, he destroyed a mountain peak—for example, Long Ling Peak.
Long Qianqiu hadn't known the going rate, and at the time, neither had Xu Yi. So Long Qianqiu had gotten the short end of the stick.
Later, when people raised their offers and gave him a hint, Xu Yi did them the favor of destroying their main halls. Later still, when someone raised the offer again, he simply destroyed their mountain gates.
Along the way, he'd collected nearly three thousand Profound Yellow Essence and launched twelve attacks. He'd had a grand old time playing the King of Destruction.
But he still couldn't rest. He'd finished with the branches, but there were over a hundred sects left. Their sect leaders might have small families and modest holdings, but even a mosquito was meat—no, this was a task Hall Master Hu had ordered him to complete, and he had to see it through.
The whole ordeal took two full days. At last, Xu Yi had visited the final sect and returned to Wuji Hall to report.
He'd thought Hu Sifeng would summon him much earlier. After