Wei Yixiao nodded repeatedly, his eyes brimming with ambition and longing.
Seeing him like this, Golden Toad Granny felt even more satisfied. This Sixth was greedy, certainly, but greed made him easy to control.
Leaning on her Golden Toad Staff, she sat down at the bow. The golden toad's eyes atop the staff glowed eerily, like some evil god enshrined in a temple.
"Sixth, do you know what sort of reputation you have in Great Jin and the Demon Kingdom these days?"
Wei Yixiao raised his head and froze for a moment. Of course he knew.
"In the Sixteen Southwestern Provinces, whose teeth don't itch with hatred at the mention of you, the Sky Bat Trickster Demon?"
Golden Toad Granny continued, "Over the past three hundred years and more, you've killed at least eighty thousand Human Race cultivators, if not a hundred thousand. Those scions of aristocratic clans and disciples of immortal sects—which of them did you not skin, strip of their tendons, and suck dry of marrow? They'd love nothing more than to grind your bones and scatter your ashes."
"But the more that happens, the firmer your footing in the Demon Kingdom becomes."
Wei Yixiao remained silent. That was true. Over his three hundred-odd years in the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Kingdom, the blood on his hands had long since become impossible to count. He had killed demons, the Human Race, people from Southern Yue, the Southern Borderlands' Gu Tribe, and the Thirty-Six Western Regions Kingdoms.
Those Human Race cultivators, he had never shown any mercy when killing them. In fact, he killed even more ruthlessly and mercilessly than the demons.
How many times had he charged at the forefront when the Demon Kingdom went to war with the Human Race of the Southwestern Circuit? How many sects