"Senior Brother Yan, wait!"
Seeing Ye Xiu truly making as if to leave, everyone immediately called out anxiously to stop him.
They had no time now to ponder why Yan Lou, a seventh-level Qi Condensation cultivator, had appeared before them without anyone noticing.
What was there to care about? Had they come here today for Yan Lou himself?
Weren't they all here for the firearms?
Only after everyone spoke up to stop him did Ye Xiu leisurely halt his steps.
He swept his gaze over the crowd and saw quite a few faces he did not recognize at all. He immediately understood that the backup plan he had left behind had already taken effect.
Xie Xun and the other four who had gotten their hands on the guns first were probably still wondering who had leaked the news, or whether there was a traitor among them. But they would never imagine that Ye Xiu himself had deliberately arranged for someone to spread the information.
Nonsense. Though Xie Xun's group of five all had people backing them, no matter what, they could not bid as high as all the Outer Sect's factions combined.
Ye Xiu was very clear on how he positioned his current identity.
What he wanted to do was open up the firearms and arms market of the entire cultivation world.
What was most important in a market?
People, wasn't it?
If firearms were held in the hands of the top powers, great clans, and sects, he could certainly raise prices as a monopolist.
But was his vision really that shortsighted?
He wanted to spread the firearm technology of Apocalypse World across the entire cultivation world and earn everyone's money!
That was true profit!
The crowd did not know what Ye Xiu was thinking. They only saw the inexplicable