The Rich Are the Bosses

Flowing Light Daoist's body stiffened. As an elite assassin, his instincts screamed at him to retaliate.

But before he could even turn around.

"Slap!"

A large, firm hand pressed directly onto his shoulder.

The hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if it were pressing down on a Primordial Divine Mountain. Instantly, the Magical Power within him was sealed shut.

Flowing Light Daoist struggled to turn his head.

He saw a bald Daoist priest, wearing a luxurious Daoist robe, with a face full of flesh (actually just plumpness), holding a shining golden shovel. The bald Daoist was looking at the grass under Flowing Light Daoist's feet with a look of heartbroken anguish.

Zhunti.

At this moment, Zhunti had just returned from feeding his spirit beasts the leftover hot pot base. He was in a good mood, but then he saw some ignorant fellow trampling his elder brother's beloved lawn.

"Do you know how much this grass costs per square foot?"

Zhunti pointed at the flattened Spirit Grass under Flowing Light Daoist's feet. His gaze was like he was looking at a prodigal son. "This was watered with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil mixed with Three Lights Divine Water! Selling you wouldn't even cover the cost!"

Flowing Light Daoist: "..."

Nine Heavens Breathing Soil? Three Lights Divine Water?

Are you kidding me?

Using such Sacred Items to grow grass?

"I..." Flowing Light Daoist tried to speak, to explain or beg for mercy.

"Shut up!"

Zhunti didn't give him a chance to speak. Someone sneaking in like this was clearly up to no good.

Without another word, he swung the Innate Spiritual Treasure-level Sky-Turning Shovel in his hand.

"Physical Salvation!"

Bang!

A dull thud.

The pitiful Flowing Light Daoist, without even a chance to cry out, rolled his eyes and was directly knocked unconscious.

When Flowing Light Daoist woke up again.

He found himself bound tightly and thrown into a magnificent great hall.

Three people were seated before him.

The young Daoist in the middle, clad in a Moon-White Dao Robe, was holding a cup of tea and looking at him with a half-smile.

His gaze wasn't sharp, but it felt like it could see through all the secrets in Flowing Light Daoist's heart.

"Awake?"

Taiyuan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Speak. What did East King Duke send you here to do?"

Flowing Light Daoist's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to act tough, to say something like, "Do as you please, whether it's killing or torture."

But the next second.

His nose twitched twice.

An indescribable fragrance entered his nostrils.

That was...

The scent of Chaos Spiritual Qi?

He subconsciously looked up, his gaze passing over Taiyuan to the half-open window at the back of the great hall.

Through the window, he saw the Green Lotus Bud on the back mountain, which had just sprouted and was emitting a faint green light and boundless Dao rhythm.

Even just a glance.

Flowing Light Daoist felt that the Taiyi Bottleneck he had been stuck at for tens of thousands of years showed signs of loosening!

"What... is that?"

Flowing Light Daoist asked with a trembling voice, completely forgetting that he was a captive.

Taiyuan smiled.

He didn't answer, merely waved his hand. A gentle force lifted Flowing Light Daoist and sent him directly to the entrance of the great hall.

"See for yourself."

Flowing Light Daoist stood at a high vantage point, overlooking the entire Mount Sumeru.

This time, there were no obstructions.

He saw the rivers flowing with Spirit Liquid, the Innate Spiritual Roots covering the mountainside, the ground paved with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and the spirit beasts treating Ten Thousand Year Spirit Medicine like snacks...

How could this be the barren West?

This is clearly the source of the Great Dao! The ultimate sacred land all cultivators dream of!

Compared to this, what is Purple Mansion Continent?

What is that stingy East King Duke, who only knows how to make empty promises and even withholds resources from his subordinates?

"I'm not going back!"

Flowing Light Daoist abruptly turned around and knelt before Taiyuan with a thud, weeping profusely, "My lord! I was wrong! I have no eyes to see!"

"I'm not going back to that poor place, Purple Mansion Continent! Please, let me stay!"

"I'll do anything! I can become invisible, I can poison... oh no, I mean I can get rid of pests! I can fertilize!"

"As long as you let me stay here, I'll even be a gardener!"

The cry that came from the depths of his soul stunned Zhunti standing nearby.

How is this guy even more shameless than me?

Taiyuan looked at the spy whose psychological defenses had been completely shattered by "money," a slight smile curling his lips.

This was the effect he wanted.

With a good shovel, no wall is too strong to break.

"Fine."

Taiyuan nodded, his tone casual, "Since you have this desire, then stay. Coincidentally, that Spirit Medicine Garden behind the mountain needs someone to weed."

"However..."

Taiyuan's tone shifted, his gaze deepening, "Since you are now one of us from the West, some old debts need to be settled."

"Write down all the intelligence you have on East King Duke, especially who he has recently recruited and what his plans are, tell me everything, word for word."

"Also."

Taiyuan took out a golden Spirit Paper from his sleeve and handed it to Flowing Light Daoist.

"Write a letter to your old employer."

"Tell him you're doing great in the West, that the people here are foolish and have lots of money, hurry... oh no, just say that treasures are everywhere here, you're so happy you can't bear to leave, and tell him not to think about you anymore."

Flowing Light Daoist took the paper and brush without any hesitation, even with a hint of vengeful pleasure, and began to write furiously.

He wanted to pour all the grievances he suffered in Purple Mansion Continent, all of East King Duke's condescending demeanor, into this letter!

Taiyuan watched this scene, secretly delighted.

If this letter reached East King Duke's hands.

That narrow-minded Head of Male Immortals would probably spit up three liters of blood on the spot and his Dao heart would be unstable, right?

This is what is called—killing the heart.