Lin Bai felt that the Heavenly Dao Sect's sect master must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. This was no negotiation—it was a condescending handout.
But on second thought...
It was only natural for the Seven Righteous Sects to think that way.
The natives had been established on this land for tens of thousands of years. Judging by how often they held their Prodigy Tournament...
A sect cultivated a new batch of Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators every ten years, and could select thirty Heavenly Prodigies from among them.
That meant three hundred Heavenly Prodigies in a hundred years. Even if only one in ten reached the Void Insight Realm...
They would still produce thirty Void Insight cultivators every century. If one out of those thirty reached the Mahayana Realm, the reserves accumulated over thousands upon thousands of years could hardly be called meager.
After all...
The Taiyi Kingdom's Northern Defense Army had secretly amassed a hundred thousand cultivators over several millennia, yet still lacked the confidence to rebel against the Seven Righteous Sects above them. They had only acted because he had dragged them into it, leaving them no choice...
His Righteous Alliance had been founded barely two months ago. Everything it possessed had been stolen, its territory amounted to only two towns and eight Basic Cities, and it had no more than eight Mahayana Realm cultivators in total. Every one of them harbored ulterior motives, and only his forceful suppression kept things stable.
It was like a palm-sized country developing a new weapon and then clamoring to replace the five permanent members of the Security Council. The other side was already showing him considerable respect by holding its nose and acknowledging the Righteous Alliance's status...
Lin Bai analyzed Ancestor Yuan Qing's thoughts.
Little did he