"The two of you possess such attainments in the Way of Pills. That is truly astonishing."
"Very well. The sect happens to have a pill peak lacking several hall masters. Why don't you two become hall masters of that pill peak?"
"Our Nine Yang Sect has quite a number of pill peaks, with an extremely clear division of duties. The pills required from this particular pill peak are all Nascent Soul spiritual pills."
"If the two of you become hall masters on this pill peak, you need only manage the pill halls under your command and deliver a sufficient quantity of Nascent Soul spiritual pills to the peak master every hundred years."
"Rest assured, the number of pill halls on each pill peak is considerable."
"And the number of pills each pill hall must submit every hundred years is not actually very high."
"You need only keep the alchemists under your command in line to complete such a task with ease."
"Furthermore, as hall masters, the two of you will receive quite a few benefits."
"Though they cannot compare with a pill peak master's annual stipend, they are still quite decent."
After speaking, Steward Zhang gave He Song a subtle look.
He Song immediately understood that the position of pill peak hall master was likely a lucrative one.
Since the task every hundred years could basically be completed with ease,
what if he squeezed the alchemists in the hall a little?
Wouldn't the number of pills obtained every hundred years become even greater?
Naturally, those extra pills would then find their way into He Song's pocket.
And if He Song were a little more ruthless and squeezed the alchemists in the hall even harder,
the number of pills He Song could acquire every hundred years would likely increase yet again.