After returning to Jiangdu, Lu Chen headed straight for the factory in the south of the city.
He had always thought that if he ever founded a sect someday, the Rakshasa Cult's three thousand followers would be ready-made believers.
But back then, he had not even crafted a single talisman. It had been nothing but a daydream.
Yet how long had it been? That wild fantasy was actually about to become reality.
Come to think of it, he had Sun Yourong to thank for getting this far.
If she had not reminded him, Lu Chen would still be trapped in the Great Heavenly Venerable's official-talisman "setting," unable to break free.
That was the most terrifying thing about a knowledge trap.
South City Factory.
The moment Lu Chen stepped into the workshop, he felt the blazing bustle of activity.
Sheet after sheet of spirit money rolled hot off the machines.
Every Rakshasa Cult follower was brimming with energy.
After all, they all knew that the harder they worked, the faster their Divine Service Rating would rise. It was several times more effective than sitting around burning incense every day!
"Cult Leader!"
"Cult Leader!"
Upon seeing Lu Chen, the followers stopped their work and greeted him respectfully.
Lu Chen gave a slight nod and beckoned to the nearest worker. "A-Liang, notify everyone. Gather in the center of the factory immediately. Shut down every machine. I have something important to announce."
At once, A-Liang's expression changed. Knowing that something major must have happened, he immediately went to carry out the order.
Before long, Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong arrived belatedly.
"Cult Leader, you're here. Did... something happen?"
Seeing the machines throughout the factory shut down and the gathered followers, a trace of unease crossed Zeng Rou's brows as she asked softly.
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