Disband the Four Sects (Seeking Subscriptions) (Revised)

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, are you satisfied now?"

On Mount Sumeru, Daoist Jieyin looked toward the West Sea ten million miles away and spoke with Yuanshi across the air.

Yuanshi thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "No!"

Zhun Ti's brows lifted. "Didn't you say one palm would sever the karma? Are you going to go back on your word now?"

"This poor Daoist merely said just now that I would end their karma, but that did not include Randeng stealing my Divine Land Ancestral Vein."

Yuanshi raised his head, a gleam flashing through his eyes. "The matter of the Divine Land Ancestral Vein must be calculated separately."

Zhun Ti: "..."

He had more or less understood.

Yuanshi venting his anger was only one purpose; aside from that, he had also come to knock bamboo poles—to extort them.

In this regard, the current Yuanshi was exactly like...

That little bastard Lingxu Zi.

When Jieyin heard this, his expression also turned bitter and grief-stricken. He had not expected that Yuanshi, a Heavenly Lord, would actually be so mercenary at a time like this.

But there was no helping it. Their Western Continent desperately needed this Ancestral Vein. An Ancestral Vein was like a mother root, able to give birth to many spiritual veins like litter after litter of cubs.

"What does Fellow Daoist Yuanshi want?" Jieyin asked.

Yuanshi said, "If you want the Ancestral Vein spiritual root, you must bring out something of equal value to exchange for it. But seeing as your West is so terribly poor, it seems you can't bring out anything good either... Then that Green Lotus Treasure Flag will no longer belong to the West."

"What did you say? Primordial Heavenly Lord, on what grounds do you say our West is poor?"

The moment Zhun