Plucking... Stirring the Heartstrings

"Resources."

Xiao Yin's mere imposing aura made cold sweat pour down Tang Miao's face, utterly robbing him of any confidence to bargain.

"Gold Soul Coins, rare metals, medicinal herbs, ancient texts... all cultivation resources. Twice the amounts on the list I provide."

With a casual flick of his hand, he sent a list he had prepared long ago, densely packed with items, before Tang Miao.

The quantities and demands listed there were enough to make any major sect ache with pain.

Tang Miao accepted the list. After only one glance, his expression darkened further. "Hall Master Xiao, this... isn't this a little too much?"

"Too much?" Xiao Yin did not even raise his eyelids. "Do you think these dead objects are worth more than two living elders who have cultivated to the realm of Title Douluo? Or do your Clear Sky Sect consider the lives of two elders to be worth less than this?"

Tang Miao was left speechless, his chest heaving violently.

He understood that this was naked extortion, but circumstances were stronger than people.

Xiao Yin's strength was unfathomable, and the lives of Third Brother and Seventh Brother were in his hands. The resources on that list were precious, but as Xiao Yin had said, they might not be enough to produce two Title Douluo.

Besides, resources could be accumulated again. But the loss of elders at the Title Douluo level was simply impossible to make up for.

He gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitching a few times before he finally forced out several words through clenched teeth. "Fine... my sect... agrees."

"Decisive." Xiao Yin nodded. "Once the goods are delivered and verified, I will naturally act."

"Remember, you only have two days. Miss the deadline, and bear the consequences yourselves."

Tang Miao did not want to remain