He Runhua's Breakdown

The demon froze where it stood, staring at him in disbelief.

"...Wait, how much?!"

"Is Merit really that easy for you to earn?! I'm already in this state, and you're still taking a cut from me?!"

The Eight-Wu Divine General put away the bronze magic mirror, casually tucking it into his sleeve, and said as though it were only natural, "Come on, we're all just trying to scrape a living. Being a divine general all these years hasn't been easy..."

"You call this scraping a living?!"

The demon trembled with rage, raising a shaking hand to point at him. "You're a divine general, for heaven's sake. Could you at least be honest?"

The Eight-Wu Divine General spread his hands, utterly unashamed.

"I did multiply it by ten."

"..."

Watching the man before it stand there so self-righteously, apparently finding nothing wrong with what he had said, the demon felt its head buzzing.

It was truly hard to imagine that a divine general of the Heavenly Court, a mighty figure in the myriad phenomena heaven realm, could be shameless enough to do something like this.

And...

What made this even trickier was—

For three thousand gui of Merit, a High Person might grit their teeth and pay to avert disaster.

But thirty thousand gui...

There was no need to even think about it. Its master would certainly refuse!

What this meant... could not have been clearer.

A vicious gleam flared in the green-faced demon's eyes, and its hand tightened sharply around the young Daoist's neck.

"Are you truly going to push me this far?!"

At those words.

The smile gradually faded from the Eight-Wu Divine General's lips, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.

"So what... if I am?"

The instant his words fell.

The unsheathed short saber at his