Wanyang flew into a rage at those words. "You want me to make money off junior disciples from my own sect? Feng Mountain Lord, insult me like that again and I'll turn hostile."
Feng Jun was not surprised by her reaction. In this society, taking kickbacks from one's own people was indeed highly immoral. Still, he shook his head dismissively. "I'm not asking you to make money off your fellow sect members. I'm asking you to help me manage things, and I'll pay you for it."
"Actually, once cultivators from the upper sects arrive, it becomes very inconvenient for us to manage things... You know what those people are like. I'm naturally afraid of trouble, so if something seems likely to cause trouble, maybe I just won't do it... I simply won't let them use Liba Beach to form their cores."
"I'm not bragging. I can handle that kind of pressure. I'm not afraid of pressure, but I don't like trouble!"
"Did I say I was charging them extra? No! So what you earn is my money—thirty Spirit Stones out of those three hundred!"
Wanyang was completely stunned by his barrage of words. It took her quite a while to react. "So... if I don't help you manage things, you won't allow them to form their cores at Liba Beach?"
"That description isn't entirely complete," Feng Jun said seriously. "Strictly speaking, if no one from the upper realm steps forward to help me manage things, I won't involve myself in these troubles."
What he meant was: if she would not manage things, someone else could do it instead.
Of course Wanyang understood. She was also quite certain that even if she refused Feng Jun, someone else in the sect would agree—this was not making money off junior disciples, but receiving