Limited-Time New Year Celebration: King's Battle Tournament!

"New Year? Of course."

Ning Zheng nodded.

The other sect leaders and religious teachers could not wait for the disciples and followers under their command to frantically compete with one another.

But Ning Zheng was instead terrified that they would compete too hard. After all, they all looked like they were about to drop dead from overwork.

In reality,

they really had dropped dead from overwork.

According to some people's statistics, because they refused treatment for work-related injuries, worked through their wounds, and took pills while working without any regard for their lives, the average number of sudden deaths per person had reached seven.

It was perfectly normal for someone to be working by the roadside, suddenly bleed from all seven orifices, collapse, and twitch on the ground.

Afterward, they would not even be sent to a hospital. They would be taken straight to the Blacksmith Shop crematorium, where a crowd would gather to hold a grand funeral.

If outsiders saw this, they would think I was a Demon Cultivator abusing my followers.

Ning Zheng felt a dull ache between his brows.

"We really should take an extended vacation. You've been in Sword Forging Manor for quite some time, and everyone's tired now. You can relax a little recently. The situation outside is tending toward stability, and we won't start attacking new imperial tombs until next month."

"For this New Year, you're allowed to take time off and rest! Have fun for a few days, and each of you will have a full ten thousand Magic Coins as entertainment expenses."

"After all, your tomb-raiding earnings have already exceeded several tens of billions of Magic Coins."

Jiu Cai Rong's eyes lit up.

Ten thousand per person—one thousand people would be ten million!

The Old Steward was truly benevolent. We merely suggested