On Saintly Teaching Mountain.
It had become livelier than ever before.
Cart after cart struggled up the Mountain Road, each loaded with fine silver, ninety-eight percent pure.
They were to be buried in the Holy Treasury as reserve funds for issuing the Holy Scroll.
Wenren Sheng was an honest man. He would never issue scraps of paper that could not be redeemed.
What were paper notes, anyway? Clever emperors had invented them long ago in ancient times.
Zhao Han watched the carts, doubts rising in her heart again.
She used a method she had become quite familiar with, biting down on Wenren Sheng's trouser leg and refusing to let go.
"What question do you have now?"
"Old Guo, why don't you make some modern products? Why are you making these scam pills?" Zhao Han did not believe in such a wonderful thing as reincarnating and becoming immortal.
If such a good thing existed, her teacher would have eaten one himself already. Would it ever be their turn?
Immortality for ten thousand taels? In their dreams.
"What modern products? I don't understand what you're talking about." Wenren Sheng continued playing dumb.
All this dark history would have to be erased in the future.
"I mean, why don't you invent things like cement, Glass Balls, and penicillin? Wouldn't that make money while solving practical needs?" Zhao Han asked again.
What an industrial novice.
He would have to give her some lessons later.
Wenren Sheng shook his head and said, "Although I don't understand what you mean, I can tell you that those things can only solve material problems. They cannot solve spiritual problems."
That was right. His future enemies had to be defeated on a spiritual level.
Becoming the Planet Will was also part of the Spiritual Domain.
"Oh... my perspective was