Feng Jun prided himself on being particular, so he especially appreciated people who were particular. Hearing Feng Tianyang say that, he did not argue.
He merely smiled. "All right, then. I'll give you another two Sweet Rain Talismans. Do you have thirty million in the monastery right now?"
"Where would the mountain get that much money?" Feng Tianyang gave a bitter smile. "I can scrape together ten million."
Holy crap. Feng Jun looked around and asked in disbelief, "There's ten million in cash inside this Xuan De Heavenly Grotto?"
If they had ten million in total assets, he would absolutely believe it. Not to mention magical artifacts and treasures—any one of those could be worth more than that. Even the monastery's many assets were quite valuable, especially items with specific ceremonial or commemorative significance.
But ten million in cash? He truly did not believe it. Even ChatChat transfers were capped at two hundred thousand.
"Not that much cash," Feng Tianyang said with a faint smile. "There are some antiques, Daoist Scriptures, jade artifacts, gold and silver... It never hurts for cultivators to keep some hard currency close at hand."
Now that made sense. Feng Jun felt that answer fit his understanding, so he spread his hands. "Then how are you going to pay me thirty million?"
"Go down the mountain to the city," Feng Tianyang replied without hesitation. "Find a bank and make the transfer. If you want cash, there are also major lay devotees at my monastery. I can make a call, and you can go withdraw it... after all, you have a Storage Pouch."
His final sentence was truly filled with all sorts of emotions.
Feng Jun laughed. "Forget it. I'll only deal with you. Those major lay devotees are your resources; I'm not very interested."
His standards