Lin Wanshan caught his breath. Without even wiping the red marks on his neck, he hurriedly explained:
"Ancestor, all we need to do is copy that golden-armored army from before. Put together an identical force, march into other sects, plant the Demonic Artifact in their grounds, and shout a few slogans."
"Then won't they have to give us however many spirit stones we ask for?"
"Hiss!"
The elders around him all sucked in a sharp breath.
Wasn't their Sect Master being a little too ruthless?
"Who said I was ruthless?" Lin Wanshan's ears were sharp, and he turned around on the spot.
"Who was it? Step forward and let your Sect Master have a look."
Several elders immediately lowered their heads, pretending to study the dirt beneath their feet.
Lin Wanshan pointed. "You! Why don't you earn some spirit stones for me, then?! Bring glory to the sect!"
The elder's face went pale, and he hurriedly shrank back.
"Sect Master, I didn't say anything just now."
"You didn't, but your eyes did."
"..."
Beside them, Ancestor Xuanyue's eyes lit up. "What a brilliant idea!"
He slapped his thigh so hard that dust shook off his clothes.
"Why didn't I think of that? Am I really getting so old that my brain's slowing down?"
"But, Ancestor..."
Lin Wanshan leaned closer and asked cautiously, "Where's our Demonic Artifact?"
"The Demonic Artifact?" The smile instantly froze on Ancestor Xuanyue's face.
Right.
What good was an army alone?
Without the Demonic Artifact, what were they supposed to plant in someone else's sect?
That thing was the calling card of this business. The moment they brought it out, sect masters and elders alike would feel their crotches quiver in fright.
He had experienced that himself once!
But where had he thrown the Demonic Artifact?
Ancestor