For two days straight, the weather had been unusually clear.
By the window of a private room in a loft, Ye Xiu raised his eyes to look at the bustling crowd outside the Mission Hall opposite him. He set down the sect scroll in his hand and stretched lazily.
The first batch of firearms had already been sold. Without breaking through to a major realm, there was basically no more room for his cultivation to improve. At last, he had gained some rare free time to properly gather and examine the intelligence he had acquired these past days.
That was right. After being cheated by that sect's answering puppet last time, Ye Xiu had resolved to build an intelligence network of his own.
It was not that he could not accept paying for knowledge, but being so blatantly bled dry by the sect with garbage? Even if spirit stones came easily to him, it was absolutely intolerable.
"Senior Brother, this is the intelligence you requested earlier. It has all been organized."
Before Ye Xiu's table, a disciple respectfully presented a sect scroll.
Ye Xiu snatched it up and gave it a casual glance. Seeing that the intelligence inside had been organized according to his requirements, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad. To organize all this intelligence in such a short time, you clearly put your heart into it."
He reached out, grabbed a bag of spirit stones, and tossed it to the other party. After taking a look inside, surprise immediately appeared on the disciple's face.
"Senior Brother Ye, this... we agreed on thirty spirit stones before..."
"Just take it. This took quite a bit of your time too. It would not do for your cultivation to fall behind."
Watching the disciple bow gratefully and withdraw, Ye Xiu contentedly put