Within Farm Teachings, in a side hall of the Internal Affairs Hall.
Iron Abacus flicked the beads of his abacus with one hand, the back of his other hand propping up his chin.
The account book was packed with dense rows of numbers. He was calculating the conversion rate of Merit corresponding to those divine positions on the Investiture of the Gods List.
The more he calculated, the tighter his brows furrowed. When he reached the seventh line, he slapped the abacus down on the table, shaking the writing brushes in the brush holder so hard they jumped.
"Too stingy."
"The Merit allotted to one divine position over a hundred years, once converted, isn't even as much as what one of our Farm Teachings Outer Disciples earns in Merit from combing through the Earth Veins in a single year!
"And this is how the Heavenly Court sends people off?"
The young disciple sitting beside him leaned over and asked softly, "Elder Tie, what did you say?"
Iron Abacus swept the abacus closed with a clattering rattle.
"I said the Heavenly Court is stingy."
He stood up, patted the dust from his robe, gave a proud little snort, and left.
To think he had once even considered becoming the God of Wealth. Now that the position of God of Wealth had been taken by someone else, it had left him feeling terribly out of sorts.
Fortunately, he had done the calculations.
Without calculating, he would never have known; once he calculated, he was shocked out of his skin.
The Heavenly Court truly was stingy with Merit!
After the Investiture ended, aside from the Farm Teachings disciples recovering their memories and returning to Farm Teachings, Ji Fa also recovered the memories of his previous life.
He was Haotian.
More accurately, he was