Senming Realm and Xuanyu Realm left in tears, their mouths twitching with rage and their faces turning green.
Too dark! Too ruthless!
Had Yuanyang Realm gone eight lifetimes without seeing any resources? They'd latched onto them and squeezed them for all they were worth!
Yuan De, the one in charge of receiving them, was nothing but a bandit. He even wore a black mask while negotiating, played by no rules, and had not a shred of conscience.
He was practically ready to turn their pants inside out and check if they had anything left!
And if they refused to pay, Yuan De threatened to tie them up too and make their home realms bring even more resources.
Old Ancestor Yan Yang had stood watching the whole time. How could they dare say no?
In the end, they could only obediently hand over the money and leave.
"Making money this way sure is fast," Wude marveled.
"It really is," Old Ancestor Yan Yang agreed, surprisingly sharing his sentiment.
"Oh? Looks like you've got plenty of experience too, brother," Wude said, turning to him.
"How could I not? Back when I was a Rogue Cultivator, this was how I got all my resources."
Old Ancestor Yan Yang chuckled. He didn't think it was anything to be ashamed of.
"No wonder you could join Kaoshan Sect. It was fate!" Wude grinned.
"What do you mean?" Old Ancestor Yan Yang asked.
"Actually... Kaoshan Sect is a sect with a craft of its own. It's been passed down through the generations," Wude said.
"Oh?" Old Ancestor Yan Yang grew interested.
"Think carefully about the Unseen Breath Concealment Technique you cultivate. Isn't it especially suited to a certain line of work?" Wude chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
"That's true! I always thought this Daoist art felt