"Northsky Island has reached a moment of crisis, yet its illustrious gentlemen are still playing at balancing factions and plotting schemes, utterly unaware that disaster is upon them!"
Li Ling sighed inwardly, feeling ever more sorry for these cultivators of the money Dao.
But when he traced the matter to its roots, he found that their behavior was not without reason.
A mere calamity could not threaten the lives of those high-level cultivators.
They carried most of their truly important treasures with them, and the core businesses they depended upon could also be relocated in time.
Even he had sensed no danger directed at himself. When catastrophe struck, he could simply fly away in time.
Those who would truly suffer were Northsky Island itself, along with the many mortal people and low-level cultivators who relied on the Merchant Association for their livelihoods.
If the Blood Shark Bandits succeeded, the enterprises on the island would inevitably be plundered. Wealth accumulated over many years would fall into villains' hands, and many people would go bankrupt, losing the resources needed to survive and advance their cultivation. But the spirit island could never actually change hands.
There would be no need to expend effort attacking it again. The Blood Shark Bandits would abandon it themselves, leaving the soil needed for the next crop of leeks to grow.
They were destined merely to swoop in for some easy pickings and leave. They would not change who owned Northsky Island.
Some people might even welcome the Blood Shark Bandits causing havoc at regular intervals, covering up various matters and diverting attention from existing conflicts.
Is there any way to stop this?
Li Ling pondered for a while, finding himself in a difficult position.
*It seems too late now. Those pirates have already infiltrated the island, and