"Damn! How was this getting more absurd the more I thought about it?"
Lu Chen cursed inwardly, but now that things had come to this, he had more or less figured it out.
Whoever He was, all I need to do is keep my head down and develop!
With his meager strength as it currently stood, letting his imagination run wild was nothing but pointless internal drain.
"Master..."
Hu Sanniang's voice came from behind him.
Lu Chen gathered his thoughts and abruptly asked, "Sanniang, given Jiangdu's current situation, what can we do to make the entire city's people come to my Lu Clan Temple and offer incense to the three Plague Lord Immortals?"
"This..." Hu Sanniang was at a loss for words. "I'm afraid that won't be easy, Master. The main deities of our Lu Clan Temple aren't particularly popular immortals. Those seeking wealth have the Zhao family's Wealth God Zhao, while as for the Plague Lords... ordinary worshippers generally would not make offerings to Them. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Lu Chen turned to look at her.
A fierce glint flashed through Hu Sanniang's eyes. "Use Zhao Wuya's old method. If there's no demand, create demand. Spread a plague directly, and then—"
"Stop right there!" Lu Chen shot her a sidelong glance. "I never thought you, a servant girl, would have such a vicious heart! Showing your true colors now, are you?"
Hu Sanniang hurriedly dropped to her knees. "Please quell your anger, Master. This servant merely said whatever came to mind and offered a suggestion."
Lu Chen shook his head decisively. "Even if we use tactics, we can't use something so low and filthy. Wouldn't that be entrapment? Fortunately, I do have a method that may be worth trying."
"What method?" Hu Sanniang asked curiously.
A flash of brilliance flickered