I really became a king.

Dong Cunhao, the head of the Qingyun Sect's military wing, had been sitting aside like a transparent man, looking at Jiang Yi who was neither humble nor arrogant in front of his young lady, with a complicated expression.

The road to the rise of a great clan... is really difficult.

And it is destined to be full of blood. Throughout history, many geniuses of various ethnic groups have walked this path, but 99% of them have failed.

In today's world of immortal cultivation, powerful clans have always existed, and it is extremely difficult for a new clan to rise.

"You have to think clearly. The road to the rise of this great clan is not so easy."

Chu Ling reminded them that it is good for a big clan to rise, but if they fail, their fate will be miserable, and they may even become a slave clan.

"Miss, you are right. This path may not be a good thing for your people." Dong Cunhao followed with some advice.

Seeing that Jiang Yi was determined and had no intention of changing his mind, Chu Ling said, "Since you have made up your mind, I will do my best to make it happen, but... the sect will definitely have conditions."

Jiang Yi waited until the most crucial moment came and asked directly, "I wonder what conditions do you think the sect will propose?"

Jiang Yi didn’t know if he had seen it wrong, but he noticed that this senior sister looked at him with a somewhat resentful look.

"We will definitely send people over. This is a must. In addition, the sect will not provide you with an army to fight in the Netherworld Battlefield. You need to form one yourself."

Chu Ling felt a little resentful in her heart. She had been negotiating in the name of the sect, but the other party turned a deaf ear to her and kept emphasizing that he was talking to her.

"that's it?"

"Of course not. Also, you have to hand over 60% of the profits you made in the Netherworld Battlefield to the sect."

Jiang Yi knew that a request in this regard would definitely be made. Although the immortal cultivation world can provide support for various sects, no sect would think that there are too many resources, and the resources of the Netherworld Battlefield will definitely not be given up.

"Sixty percent is too much. Apart from providing luck, the sect does not provide any support. Twenty percent at most." Jiang Yi refused without hesitation.

According to the convention, it is at most 40%, and no more than 50%. After all, developing one's own power also requires massive resources.

"Sister, there is no need for us to beat around the bush. Ten years, give me a ten-year buffer period. I will only hand over 10% to the sect in these ten years, and 40% after ten years!"

Chu Ling did not answer immediately, as if she was thinking, and then nodded gently: "I will try my best to get it for you."

"Sister, how many people do you plan to send over?" Jiang Yi asked about another condition.

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

"Of course the more the better. I am alone now and I am in urgent need of manpower."

Chu Ling looked at him, as if to confirm the truth, and then chuckled: "You have a good plan. The sect doesn't have so many manpower for you in the early stage."

The word "early stage" is crucial. The entire Qingyun Sect, including Chu Ling, must want to send more people over, but they are afraid of repeating the same mistake and causing so many deaths again.

Therefore, in the early stage, there is no rush to send too many people over, just send a few people to serve as the vanguard.

Once the situation stabilizes in the later stage and teleportation is no longer a life-threatening issue, we will definitely send more people over. If possible, we can take over Xingxiu Sea directly.

"But teleporting to Xingxiu Sea is a life-threatening journey. I'm afraid we will have to sacrifice a lot of disciples before we can succeed."

Hearing this suggestive remark, Jiang Yi smiled and said, "If it's just one or two people, don't worry. I have a way to get them there safely."

"Oh?" Chu Ling became more interested.

"But it's not 100% safe." Jiang Yi added, otherwise it would be tiring for him to shuttle back and forth as a "boatman".

But in fact, Jiang Yi was not worried about the sect sending too many people over. No matter how high their cultivation was, as long as they arrived at the Xingxiu Sea, they would only be able to build a foundation. He could let them live as long as he wanted.

As for ten years later, he was confident that he would be able to gain a firm foothold in Xingxiu Sea. Seeing that the two were talking more and more deeply, Dong Cunhao withdrew on his own.

"Deacon Dong." It was Li Chaosheng who had been waiting outside.

Dong Cunhao nodded: "Your Senior Brother Jiang is not a simple person."

He felt quite emotional in his heart, and the same was true for Li Chaosheng in front of him. There had been no movement in Xingxiu Sea for the past three years, and he originally thought that the other party would gradually disappear in this Donghai market. Who could have thought that there would be a sudden turn of events and Jiang Yi would come back.

Moreover, he seems to be confident and more importantly, ambitious. He even wants to establish a dynasty of destiny for the tribe. His ambition is no less than that of the ancestor in the Nascent Soul stage.

"The opportunity has come, so seize it." Dong Cunhao said.

Li Chaosheng had a vague grasp of something, but he had no clue, so he could only ask in a low voice: "What does Deacon Dong mean?"

"Xingxiu Sea." Dong Cunhao only said three words.

Li Chaosheng understood, but he was not at peace. He had been marginalized when he came to Donghai Market. If he went to Xingxiu Sea, would he be completely forgotten?

The relationship with Jiang Yi can only be said to be old, but in the end there is no deep friendship. How can I just rely on others like this...

Dong Cunhao saw the hesitation in his heart and said, "You definitely can't go back to the sect. You only have two choices. Either continue to stay in the East Sea Market, or go to Xingxiu Sea. You decide for yourself."

Can't go back? Although I had expected this, I still felt a little disappointed, knowing that my five generations' plan to enter the inner sect had failed.

As for staying in the Donghai Market, I'm afraid I'll just be a small manager until I die, and won't even be able to make it to the top.

When he dies, his descendants can continue to make a living in the Donghai market by relying on the interpersonal relationships he has built, but that's all.

You can only be a person at the bottom of the society. Unless you have a great opportunity, you will eventually become an ordinary person step by step.

Shaking his head vigorously, Li Chaosheng dared not imagine this scene, but at the same time he made up his mind.

Chu Ling left, but he had to take everything, while Dong Cunhao stayed.

While waiting for the news, Jiang Yi went shopping in the Donghai Market.

With his support, Uncle Jia and Huo Yutian's business finally opened, but the two suddenly lost their previous interest and instead put more energy into practicing.

Because of the so-called ethnic isolation in practice, Jiang Yi was not sure whether the two of them could practice the skills he created, so he just did an experiment.

How can I describe the result... They can practice, but there is a prerequisite, which is that they must go through his personal explanation. After the two of them began to formally embark on the path of practice after his explanation, they actually had a vague connection with the destiny behind Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi seemed to be thinking about something, but he did not mention it to the two of them.

"It's time to start preparing..."

Xingxiu Lake, or that small mountain village.

The villagers suddenly found that there were many strangers around them, but it did not cause any panic, because these strangers were all human beings like them.

These people were very kind and did not disturb their lives. Instead, they paid them money to buy daily necessities.

However, many people have noticed that Jiang, who used to be busy interacting with neighbors, suddenly disappeared. Some people saw that she was taken away by these strangers.

"I'm afraid the times have changed..."

An old man smoked a pipe and muttered to himself. (End of this chapter)