Like pouring a pool of boiling water onto ice, the atmosphere at the scene immediately surged to a point where even Ye Xiu found it somewhat overheated.
If the crowd's eyes had held only greed before, then once the cases were opened to reveal the firearms within, these people had nearly started grabbing them outright.
No, it was not as though no one had tried to snatch them.
A gunshot rang out, dragging everyone's reason back from its frenzy.
At some point, a pistol had appeared in Ye Xiu's hand, white smoke curling from its barrel. Opposite him, a Yin Harmony Sect disciple clutched his hand, crying out in pain as he collapsed.
"Money in one hand, goods in the other."
Ye Xiu spoke unhurriedly. At some point, radiance had risen in his eyes, a change brought about by surging spiritual power that strengthened a cultivator's originally frail physique.
"Of course I know these guns are good things, but rules should be even more important."
His utterly uncompromising stance brought the crowd back to their senses, and they immediately voiced their agreement.
"That is indeed how it should be. Everything ought to have its rules."
"He Zhou, you cannot even keep your own men in line. Once they get these guns, they will not be foolish enough to provoke the inner sect disciples, will they?"
He Zhou's expression turned somewhat ugly at being named. Ye Xiu remembered him; behind this man stood the Yin Harmony Sect faction that specialized in dual cultivation. He had also been the one who had previously offered to send Ye Xiu several cultivation furnaces.
"Senior Brother Yan, my subordinate was ignorant and rude. I truly apologize."
Amid the crowd's malicious mockery, He Zhou cupped his hands toward Ye Xiu in salute. "After today, I will