As his words fell, the great hall sank into silence once more.
Everyone present began to think quickly.
They would split the entire scripture-seeking process into countless little projects. Anyone who wanted a bite of meat would have to bring their own funding into the team—and put in the work too.
The plan looked fair on the surface, but in truth, it tied everyone to The West's war chariot.
Once they took part, for the sake of that share of merit, no one would want the scripture-seeking to fail.
Venerable Lord Yuanshi stroked the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand, sneering inwardly.
These two fellows really had made a fine calculation.
Drag everyone into the water, share the risks, divide the profits.
That way, not only would no one trip them up in the dark, everyone would instead do their utmost to help them put on this grand performance, all for the sake of merit.
Nuwa, meanwhile, propped up her chin, a trace of amusement rising in those cool phoenix eyes of hers.
Tribulations? Rather interesting.
One could play the villain, then play the rescuer; switch roles at will, and still claim merit in the end.
This deal did not sound like a loss.
Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, their hearts also stirring.
What the Heavenly Court lacked least was manpower. When the time came, they could casually send a few Star Lords and divine generals down to the mortal world to make up the numbers, serve as a tribulation, and go through the motions.
Then they could gain a share of merit for free—why not?
Just as everyone had their own thoughts, calculating how best to seek the greatest benefit for themselves in this grand play, Saint Taiqing, who had been resting with his eyes closed all