Somewhere in Prison of Essence Valley, a group of three to five people gathered together, leaning on their pickaxes as they rested and chatted.
"Signing a Grade D Contract and serving as a Dao Soldier for Qianji Sect for forty years? Are you sure you'll still be alive when you leave the Outer Heavenly Star?" one of them asked, his face full of shock.
"Fortune comes from taking risks. We auxiliary soldiers are much safer than Combat Soldiers. As long as we're careful, lasting forty years won't be a problem." The person opposite him waved a hand, utterly unconcerned.
"All for that forty-sixty split of Dao Merit?"
"What else? Choose a Grade A Contract?" The man who had shaken his head spread his hands. "The ten-year term is indeed short, but ninety percent of the Dao Merit goes to Hundred Illusions Sect. What Secret Art can that remaining ten percent even get you?"
"I still think the term is too long. The thirty-year term of a Grade C Contract is barely acceptable."
Contract?
Term of service?
Dao Merit?
Chen Mu, who had been listening intently from afar, could not help freezing.
They even had to give Hundred Illusions Sect a ninety-percent cut?!
He turned to look at Lu Han nearby and immediately understood why the man had been taking things so seriously.
If Chen Mu failed to master the Demon Slaying Technique and earned little Dao Merit, then Hundred Illusions Sect's share would be smaller. That really would affect Lu Han's own earnings.
But...
A one-to-nine split!
They were going to become Dao Soldiers, not idol trainees from his previous life.
They had already transmigrated, so why were they still doomed to be exploited?
Fuck!
The days passed one by one. Chen Mu and the others went to