"Everyone, split into groups of four. Peng Hesheng, you're with Old Liu and his two brothers. Head east and drive back those bastards. Two high-grade spirit stones for every one you kill."
"Zhou Kai, Zhou Xiong, Li Erbao, Wang Xiaojian, you four head west..."
There were now more than forty cultivators in the money house, and under Tang Yu's arrangements, they formed one combat squad after another.
With the formation defending them anyway, they only needed to focus on attacking.
Once he had finished assigning everyone, Tang Yu shouted, "If there are no objections, move out!"
"Loyalty! Devotion!"
Everyone shouted and turned to leave. Tang Yu nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the middle-aged cultivator who had yet to move.
"Tian Wenjing, why aren't you going? Didn't I assign you a task?"
Tang Yu looked displeased.
"My task is to guard the treasury. I can't leave lightly."
The middle-aged cultivator shook his head. His duty was to remain here; if anything happened to the treasury, he was to immediately activate the formation protecting it.
Tang Yu walked over, kicked the bastard, and cursed.
"Tian Wenjing, fuck your mother. You're only guarding this treasury because I approved it. I'm a member of the Zhang Family—why would I need an outsider like you watching the treasury for me? Get out there and kill someone."
After Tang Yu's vicious scolding, Tian Wenjing could no longer save face and could only leave dejectedly. After all, Tang Yu really was one of the Zhang Family's old Plain Yellow Banner members.
After cursing Tian Wenjing away, Tang Yu stood at the entrance and watched for a while.
The money house cultivators had already begun retaliating, and attacking cultivators occasionally died at their hands.
After being attacked, the cultivators outside became even more frenzied, desperately assaulting the