Chapter 624

The crowd of onlookers consisted mostly of cultivators at the Condensing Pulse realm.

With their strength, they naturally dared not act presumptuously before Ye Lin.

Even if one were to randomly pick any of Xie Hong, Qiu Qiu Weizhi, Liu Liu Ruyan, or the little fatty, they could easily suppress them.

Thus, these Condensing Pulse cultivators could only pin their hopes on those at the Spirit Gathering realm.

But since the Spirit Gathering realm peak expert, the Ghost-Faced Man, had died in a single exchange, who else dared to easily stick their necks out?

They were already seething with suppressed rage, and seeing those Condensing Pulse cultivators daring to act insolent toward them, they became even more displeased.

"You ants at the Condensing Pulse realm, how dare you clamor here? Who do you think you are?"

"If you're capable, go up yourselves! Stop barking here. If you lack the strength, stay put and be quiet!"

The Spirit Gathering realm cultivators began to scold them, their tones unkind.

They were the ones risking their lives; why should everyone share the Immortal Source Stones if they won?

"You bunch of Spirit Gathering realm cowards won't go up, yet you want us Condensing Pulse cultivators to go? Are you not ashamed?"

"Exactly! A bunch of spineless turtles. If I had Spirit Gathering realm strength, would I need to rely on you lot?"

The Condensing Pulse cultivators were also unhappy. If the Spirit Gathering realm cultivators didn't go up, it meant they had no chance of getting their Immortal Source Stones back!

"Shut your mouths!"

A Spirit Gathering realm cultivator, enraged by the noise, suddenly struck out, slapping a Condensing Pulse cultivator away.

That Condensing Pulse cultivator flew off like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground and spitting out blood.

This sudden scene caused everyone to fall silent.

Although those Condensing Pulse cultivators dared not speak again, they all glared at the Spirit Gathering realm cultivators with hateful eyes.

These damn spineless turtles couldn't help at all, yet they turned around and attacked them instead—it was simply outrageous!

Meanwhile, the Spirit Gathering realm cultivators also looked at the Condensing Pulse cultivators with extreme disgust.

These people couldn't help, yet they kept applying pressure from the sidelines. The key was that if they won, these useless people would also get a share of the Immortal Source Stones, which made the Spirit Gathering realm cultivators feel they were losing out.

Why should they do the work while everyone shared the cake?

The cultivators, who had initially stood together, were now vaguely split into two factions, glaring at each other.

Seeing this, Ye Lin revealed a satisfied smile.

The best way to dismantle a group is to create internal conflict.

A thousand-mile embankment collapses from an ant nest; no matter how powerful a dynasty or faction is, once internal conflict arises, it isn't far from total collapse.

Moreover, these cultivators were just a mob pieced together, lacking any real cohesion.

Killing them all would certainly allow him to improve his strength through Endless Devouring.

But keeping them alive would allow them to create even greater value for him.

After all, many still owed him a large sum of Immortal Source Stones. With the Dao Oath in place, Ye Lin wasn't worried about them not paying, unless they didn't want to live anymore.

"Since none of you are willing to step forward to challenge me for the sake of the crowd, I shall graciously accept the Immortal Source Stones from the gambling pool. Welcome back to the Joyful Red Zoo next time, everyone! I'll give you a five percent discount on tickets."

Ye Lin smiled faintly. This trip had filled his pockets; just the Immortal Source Stones those cultivators owed him amounted to at least one hundred million!

The stones collected from the gambling pool were even more than the net profit of the Joyful Red Zoo in a single month.

Ye Lin couldn't help but sigh; doing legitimate business really wasn't as profitable as swindling.

However, swindling was a one-time deal, while the Joyful Red Zoo was a long-term business.

In the long run, the Joyful Red Zoo would earn more.

After successfully pocketing all the Immortal Source Stones from the gambling pool, Ye Lin hummed a little tune and returned to the Joyful Red Zoo.

However, the faces of Xie Hong and the others showed no joy, only deep concern.

"Ye Lin, I'm afraid this isn't a long-term solution. Even though the First Prince and Third Prince were fooled into leaving, this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. They will return sooner or later, not to mention the other princes lurking in the shadows."

Qiu Qiu Weizhi began to analyze the situation.

"In my opinion, shouldn't we just choose a prince to rely on? Even if we earn less, at least we'd have a backer, and it would be much easier to open branches elsewhere in the Fury Sea Dynasty later."

Ye Lin didn't refute this, as Qiu Qiu Weizhi's words were indeed very reasonable.

A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"You're right, the Joyful Red Zoo really does need a backer. But that backer isn't any prince of the Fury Sea Dynasty."

"Huh?" Qiu Qiu Weizhi was slightly stunned. "Don't tell me you're going to rely directly on the Emperor of the Fury Sea Dynasty?"

"Of course not. If we had a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect backing us, guess if those princes would still dare to act recklessly?" Ye Lin asked.

"Of course they wouldn't dare."

Qiu Qiu Weizhi shook his head like a rattle.

Don't look at how arrogant those princes act, as if they are untouchable.

But in reality, their status as princes only has some effect within the Fury Sea Dynasty. Once outside, who recognizes them as some shitty prince?

A power like the Fury Sea Dynasty is merely one of dozens under the Immortal Cloud Sect.

Even an outer disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect is someone the Fury Sea Dynasty wouldn't dare to easily offend or provoke.

"But where are we going to find an Immortal Cloud Sect disciple to back us?" Qiu Qiu Weizhi couldn't help but ask.

Ye Lin smiled faintly.

"It's simple. What if I become an Immortal Cloud Sect disciple myself?"

These understated words left Qiu Qiu Weizhi and the others speechless.

Becoming a disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect—was it really that easy?

Including the Fury Sea Dynasty, there are dozens of dynasties, and countless people every year want to join the Immortal Cloud Sect, become disciples, learn cultivation methods, and seek the path of longevity and invincibility.

Yet, many of these people can't even pass the first round of the Immortal Cloud Sect's disciple assessment.

Those who finally succeed in joining the Immortal Cloud Sect are not just one in ten thousand; they are one in a hundred thousand, one in a million.

These people are all either gifted with extraordinary talent or possess great destiny.

"Not to mention whether you can pass the disciple assessment, the Immortal Cloud Sect's assessment is only held once every ten years. There's still more than half a year left. How are you going to join the Immortal Cloud Sect? Those princes certainly won't give us half a year," Qiu Qiu Weizhi couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry about that; I have my own ways."

Ye Lin revealed a warm smile and reached out to drape his arm over Qiu Qiu Weizhi's shoulder.

"Say, Qiu Weizhi, I'm not really familiar with the way to the Immortal Cloud Sect. Could you lead the way for me?"