Du Quan said respectfully, "The garrison commander is a cultivator from the Du Clan's main branch. I come from a collateral branch of the Du Clan."
The main branch and collateral branches were, strictly speaking, still members of the same clan.
Lu Ye understood at once. He raised his eyes to Du Quan. "What is it?"
Du Quan smiled. "By order of the garrison commander, I have come to collect the spoils of war!"
"What do you mean?" Lu Ye frowned.
Unable to hold back any longer, Wang Xun clasped his fists and said, "Sir, he wants us to hand over twenty percent of the spoils we obtained in this battle!"
Du Quan hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, you mustn't speak carelessly. It isn't that I, Du Quan, want your spoils. This is a rule established earlier by the garrison commander: twenty percent of all spoils acquired at this Stronghold belong to the garrison commander. I am merely here under orders to collect them."
Wang Xun was so angry he almost laughed. "What kind of rule is that?"
Du Quan glanced at him sideways. "That only shows how little you have seen. Lord Du Feng is the garrison commander of this Stronghold. He is not only its strongest fighting force, but also its safeguard and a deterrent to outsiders. During a major battle, the garrison commander contributes the most. Does he not deserve his share of the spoils? Though the garrison commander is in the Dao Fusion Realm, he still needs to cultivate, and he needs Dao Power even more to maintain his strength. If everyone were like you, unwilling to contribute, then when enemies attacked again, how would the garrison commander exert his strength? The garrison commander's Dao Power does not fall from the sky."
Du Quan's words filled Wang