Xuan Ye: I Want to See This World Burn

Yue Chen had just spoken a word for him and had already attracted immense trouble.

Now, he himself jumped out...

The consequences were unimaginable.

"You, get out quickly!"

Yue Xing could no longer hold back. She lunged forward and pushed Xuan Ye's chest forcefully with her slender arms, wanting to drive him out of this dangerous place.

"This is not a place you should be! Hurry and leave!"

The maiden's voice was choked with tears. Water streaks marred her usually cool and aloof face.

Yue Chen also walked over. She was much calmer than her sister.

"Young Master Xuan Ye, please do not interfere with the clan's affairs."

"You are still too young. Some matters... are not for you to meddle in."

At the main seat, Yue Ye tightly gripped the armrest.

"Yue Chen, Yue Xing!"

"Take him away! Immediately!"

She knitted her brows, a piercing memory surging into her heart.

When she was very, very young.

She had also wanted to help her father, to prove herself, to gain even a sliver of attention, just like this.

But "helping" had brought even greater trouble.

Children her age gathered in a corner, pointing at her back.

"A useless brat who only knows how to call for parents."

"She only causes trouble. It's no wonder, because of her Human Race bloodline."

The feeling of powerlessness and humiliation once again engulfed Yue Ye.

She didn't want... she didn't want to see her past self reflected in Xuan Ye.

"Sister Yue Chen, believe me."

Xuan Ye's voice rang out.

Yue Ye's heart felt as if it were being fiercely squeezed by something.

It sounded like a girl's voice.

Father, believe me.

She stood up from her seat and commanded sternly.

"Take him away!"

"Make him leave this place!"

Yue Chen and Yue Xing's bodies stiffened.

They could not disobey the Princess's command.

It's for the best...

Xuan Ye is still just a child.

Even with all his passion, what can he do?

It's better to get him away from this dangerous place first.

Just as Yue Chen and Yue Xing's hands were about to touch Xuan Ye's shoulders, the Goatee Elder's scoffing laughter echoed throughout the entire council hall.

"Do you know how much loss you have brought to our Moon Demon Race, no, to the entire Demon Race?"

"Our trade agreement with the Human Race merchant guild has been interrupted because of you! Reputation! Do you know what reputation is? Our Moon Demon Race's reputation outside has been ruined by you, boy!"

"And the food!" another elder yelled angrily, "We have been supplying food to other Demon Race tribes. Now, because of you, how many of our kin will go hungry?!"

"Of course, the most important thing," the Goatee Elder tapped the table heavily with a raised finger, "is the money we should have earned! Big piles of money! All wasted because we saved you!"

Every word was a stab to the heart.

Yue Chen and Yue Xing's movements froze in mid-air.

Yue Ye swayed, barely managing to stand steady by leaning on her chair.

These were all sins she had to bear alone.

Now, they had transformed into sharp blades, all piercing the young man she wanted to protect.

Just as the sisters were preparing to forcibly drag Xuan Ye away, a calm voice rang out.

"Is this a bad thing?"

In an instant.

The entire council hall was dead silent.

Everyone's actions, whether the angry elders, the anxious Yue Chen and Yue Xing, or the despairing Yueye, froze at that moment.

"Huh? What... what did you say?" The Goatee Elder doubted his ears.

Xuan Ye ignored him and looked at the elder who was furious about the damaged cultivation resources, speaking slowly.

"What happens if we don't deliver enough cultivation resources to the Human Race?"

"Of course, we'll lose out!" the elder replied without thinking, his voice full of anger. "Some of those resources were mine, and I was waiting to exchange them for money to keep my business going!"

Xuan Ye's lips curved slightly, but there was no hint of a smile.

"No."

"They were begging us, the Moon Demon Race, to sell them these things."

"If we have less, we have less. We can claim to the outside world that our clan suffered a once-in-a-century natural disaster, leading to reduced resource production."

"Next time, if they want to buy the same things, they'll have to pay more."

"Huh?"

The council hall fell into an eerie silence once more.

Pay more?

They could play it like that?

The elders originally wanted to scold him for his twisted logic, but after a moment's thought, they realized... it seemed like there wasn't really a problem.

It was true that the Human Race begged them to buy, and they were the ones controlling the resources.

Deliver less this time, raise the price next time... not only would they make back the current loss, but they could even earn more!

Immediately, an elder with a shrewd mind raised an objection.

"But... but if we do that, our commercial reputation..."

"Commercial reputation?" Xuan Ye interrupted him, his tone carrying undisguised mockery.

"In the face of real, tangible profits, what does that count for?"

"Moreover, the resources are already in our hands. If we say production is reduced, then it's reduced. If we say we don't have any, who has the right to question us?"

He paused and threw out a term these demons had never heard before.

"This is called 'scarcity marketing'."

These few words struck the elders' minds like a thunderclap.

They stared blankly at the young boy, who was only six years old, speechless for a moment.

The Goatee Elder's face turned from green to white. Unwilling to be overshadowed by a human child, he forcefully found a new angle.

"Well said! Then what about our Demon Race's grain business? You've alienated the Undead Demon Race, and there are still many tribes who haven't bought grain. How do you account for this loss!"

Xuan Ye's gaze slowly shifted to him.

"What happens if they don't buy grain?"

"They'll hate us! They'll make us lose money!" the Goatee Elder shouted instinctively.

"No," Xuan Ye shook his head. "I didn't ask about that. I asked, what problem will the 'grain' itself have?"

"What problem can grain have?" the elder was stunned. "If it's not sold, it'll be stuck on our hands, right? All of this could have been converted into money!"

"Still no."

Xuan Ye's voice became deep and profound.

"If there isn't enough grain, the remaining grain won't just not be a loss; it will increase in price."

"It will rise to... the point where some demons will have to empty their entire fortunes to buy it."

"Suppose there's a 10% shortage of grain in the market. Then the price of grain will skyrocket until the bottom 10% of demons, who could originally afford it, can't even buy it after selling all their assets."

"Even if they can get food by hunting humans, or even by killing each other, this rule will never change. The price will just go up a bit more."

"Boom!"

These words had an even greater impact than the "scarcity marketing" before.

In the council hall, you could hear a pin drop.

And Xuan Ye himself felt a surge of excitement as he spoke these words.

These theories came from his previous life's financial dealings, and every word was stained with dripping blood.

Yet, they were principles that even elementary and middle school students understood. Even without research, Xuan Ye could easily explain them.

But for some reason, the more he spoke, the more the darkness suppressed within him became active.

He clearly saw the scenes his words depicted: groups upon groups of demons starving to death because they couldn't afford grain.

Xuan Ye suddenly realized he had changed.

Long Xuanye, who just wanted to take good care of Long Haochen and live a peaceful life, was dead.

The current him was the "evil spirit" who had struggled to survive for three full months on the human-demon border, feeding on slaughter—Xuan Ye!

He wasn't excited because of the demons' harm to humans; he was simply cheering for the tragedy.

Some people... just want to see the world burn.

Within his heart, there was a raging fire of brutality!