Yet only they knew what had really happened.
The Asura God of the Divine Realm had intervened midway, all to ensure Tang San survived!
Against a god, they had no way to resist.
"Tang San carries far too much fortune. As things stand, we can't kill him." Qian Chenzhou tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop.
"So we're supposed to just stand by and watch him grow?!"
Golden Crocodile spun around, flicked his sleeve, and sat down on a stool, angrily pouring wine into his mouth from the jug.
"Do you remember the Zhang Sanwei I told you about?"
"I do. That boy is studying at Heaven Dou Royal Intermediate Academy now, and the talent he's shown is quite good." Golden Crocodile set down his wine jug.
"Actually, he carries quite a bit of fortune too." Qian Chenzhou's fingers made a soft tapping sound against the table. "Some of his fortune originally belonged to Tang San."
"So we need to recruit him into Spirit Hall?" Golden Crocodile's eyes lit up.
According to what Chenzhou had said, as long as they stripped away Tang San's fortune, they could whittle it down, and killing him in the end would become exceptionally easy.
"If possible, that would be best." Qian Chenzhou's gaze turned cold. "If he refuses to join, it's best not to resort directly to force. After all, he carries considerable fortune himself. If he really dies, that fortune might go straight back to Tang San. We need him alive right now."
"Keeping him alive is another way of diminishing Tang San's fortune."
"I'll tell my eldest brother about this and let him find a way." Golden Crocodile nodded. "After all, that boy named Zhang Sanwei is beyond our reach right now. He's too far away."
"He also transmigrated here from the