Because of Hua Huayue, Jiang Feng received only half of his first stipend. He believed that in the future, Elder Hua Rong would also rack his brains for every possible way to keep docking his stipend.
Beyond that, the unfair treatment he suffered was also reflected in the taxes!
Through the Divine Book Slip, he learned that every million years, the clans to which outer sect disciples belonged had to pay a large quantity of supplies to the main hall, ensuring the hall's operations and the resources needed for disciples' cultivation. The tax rate was measured according to clan population.
In other words, the Flame Clan should originally have paid taxes equivalent to one million people, but after being doubled twice, they now had to pay taxes equivalent to four million people.
Yet with the Flame Clan's current strength, most of its members were only at the first or second level of the Divine Power Realm and were exceedingly weak. Let alone taxes for four million people—even taxes for one million people were an enormous burden to pay.
"Bastard!" Jiang Feng cursed inwardly.
The rules stated that if sufficient taxes were not paid on time, the outer sect elders had every right to reclaim the Creation Stone. In other words, they could revoke the clan's lawful rights in the Golden Summit World. At that point, the clan's people would become wanderers!
The fate of wanderers was either to live hidden in the shadows, unable to see the light of day, or to be captured by experts and reduced to slaves.
And with the strength of the Flame Clan's people, once they lost the Creation Stone's protection, they likely would not even qualify to become someone else's slaves. Nor would they be able to survive in the shadows; they would simply