Deep within the Southern Liang Mountains, a certain cave was brightly lit.
Sun Ke sat before a round stone table. A small Wood Box on it was filled with White Jade Coins.
He grabbed a handful with both hands, then let them fall, listening to the crisp clinking of the White Jade as it collided. His excitement was beyond words.
Pingfu Workshop had been successfully rebuilt, and entrance fees alone had brought in over three hundred White Jade Coins.
In the past, he could run all over for an entire year and earn only fifty or sixty White Jade Coins. He had never seen this much money.
"Fatty's twenty-five percent can't be shorted." Sun Ke painfully counted out seventy or eighty White Jade Coins.
That fellow had once worked at Pingfu Workshop and possessed a secret art for broadcasting his voice over a wide area. It could evade the Dragon Locking Institute and only be detected by Qi Refining cultivators. It was precisely thanks to his ability to advertise that they had drawn nearly two hundred Qi Refining cultivators at once.
"And then there's Gongsun the Demonic Daoist's half." Sun Ke gritted his teeth and pushed out more than half of what remained.
Watching the White Jade Coins rapidly dwindle, his eyes reddened.
What if I just kept this money?
The moment the thought arose, Sun Ke's heart began pounding. He reached for the large pile of White Jade Coins he had just separated.
But when his hand was only halfway out, an itch suddenly spread through his spine, as though a slender snake were slithering inside it.
Sun Ke's face went pale at once, as if someone had dumped a basin of ice water over him in the dead of winter. The greed in his heart instantly vanished.
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