The Boss's Seat Is Not Easy to Hold

"Not completely impossible, but not very likely either."

Ye Xiu spoke blandly.

How much Spirit Grain had there been in the first batch?

A mere two hundred thousand jin!

Though two hundred thousand jin of Spirit Grain was merely a drop in the bucket to the vast cultivation world, if they truly let everyone eat their fill, it would not even be enough for the current residents of Heyang City within Yu Prefecture to have one meal.

Pick any sect at random, and it could easily swallow this entire shipment.

But so what?

The amounts allocated to each faction were interconnected.

The powerful got a larger share, the weak got less, but no one could be left with nothing at all.

They all came from established old sects. Never mind how many people each side had now—if they dragged out the patriarchs backing them, no one would fear anyone else in the slightest.

You could say the circumstances were different, that getting a little more or a little less was not worth making a huge fuss over. But what was the sect behind Huai Jin True Person trying to do now?

Four hundred thousand jin—directly doubling the amount of Spirit Grain supplied in the first round!

How many sects had that first batch of Spirit Grain been meant to supply?

There were a full seven sects on equal footing with his own, not to mention the dozen or so beneath them that were only a tier lower.

Qingyang Group had said it would increase production, but those who had not even received fifty thousand jin altogether in the first round were now opening their mouths and demanding eight or ten times more.

Oh, so your sect could take on eight or ten sects by itself now?

This was only because