Uncle Tian's Worries

Zhang Xiaojin was an old hand at handling miscellaneous affairs. The moment he heard it, he understood. He immediately nodded, looking much more relaxed. "If that's the case, then I suggest Sect Master Liu takes thirty percent. The three of us each take ten percent. Li Wuzhen, Xiao Huanhun, Jiao Hu, and Brother Han each take five percent. Is Xiaofang joining the fight this time?"

"Joining the fight."

"Then he gets five percent too. Give the girl who brought the message another five percent. The remaining ten percent will be used as rewards. Whoever contributes the most gets that ten percent."

"What about the Qi Refining disciples?"

"For this trip south, I don't recommend bringing Qi Refining disciples. Our opponent is the Zhu Clan, and they are quite strong. The old Zhu family has many Foundation Establishment cultivators. Qi Refining cultivators would be easily lost, yet they would still need a share of the gains—it isn't worth it. Unless we disregard their lives and use them to lead the charge. But we won't do that. We are not fighting a war of attrition. We want to drive straight into the Zhu Clan in one stroke, so every last one of us should preferably be at Foundation Establishment."

"As expected of Guest Elder Zhang—an old veteran of war!"

"Sect Leader, we should still bring little Zhou Tong. He is clever enough. We can let him broaden his horizons and handle some errands, but he definitely won't be sent into battle."

"Fine."

"Then he'll be the only one."

The proposal to fight entirely with Foundation Establishment cultivators was accepted, but no agreement was reached on how to divide the gains. Bo Bucai said, "Then it'll all be divided up just like that? What if something comes up later, or fresh forces suddenly