Zeng Rou's eyes lit up. "Twenty thousand military merit? That's almost as much as an exceptional S-rank mission!"
"Yeah. Counting it all up, I'll have one hundred and ten thousand military merit, only forty thousand short of becoming a great clan."
Zeng Rou's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Sect Master, once you've gathered enough military merit, whose temple do you plan to break first?"
Instead of answering, Lu Chen asked, "If you were me, who would you choose?"
After a brief moment of thought, Zeng Rou answered with certainty, "I'd choose the Zhao family."
"Oh? Why? Logically speaking, the Wu family has been far more vicious toward us."
Zeng Rou shook her head. "It's different. As long as the Zhao family remains, the Lord God of Wealth in our Lu Clan Temple will never rise. Of the three main halls, the Lord God of Wealth's is the quietest, and this situation will be hard to change. It's all because Zhao Gongming, the orthodox Wealth God, sits in the Zhao family's temple north of the city, drawing away all the incense offerings."
Lu Chen nodded. "Right, speaking of that, how have those three families been doing these past few days?"
"Not bad! These past few days, there have really been so many worshippers in our temple that they can barely move. The three great clans, together with the rising clans under their command, have been advertising our Lu family every day and even voluntarily subsidizing the incense money. Now, anyone who comes here to offer incense not only has their incense money fully covered by them, but also receives an extra hundred yuan each time. They can come three times a day, making three hundred yuan daily—more than they'd earn working."
Zeng Rou laughed as she spoke. "It wouldn't be an exaggeration to