The demon froze in place, staring at him in disbelief.
"...Wait, how much?!"
"Is Merit that easy for you to earn?! I'm already in this state, and you're still taking a cut?!"
The Eight-Wu Divine General put away the Bronze Mystical Mirror, casually tucking it into his sleeve, and said as though it were perfectly reasonable, "Ah, we're all just trying to put food on the table. Being a divine general all these years hasn't been easy either..."
"You call this putting food on the table?!"
The demon trembled all over with rage, raising a shaking hand to point at him. "You're a divine general, for heaven's sake. Can't you be a little more honest?"
The Eight-Wu Divine General spread his hands, utterly unashamed.
"I multiplied it by ten."
"..."
Looking at the man before it, so righteous and confident, apparently finding nothing wrong with his own words, the demon felt its head buzzing.
It was truly hard to imagine that a distinguished divine general of the Heavenly Court, a mighty figure of Myriad-Forms Heaven, could be shameless enough to do such a thing.
And...
There was an even thornier problem.
A High Person might grit his teeth and pay three thousand gui of Merit to buy his way out of disaster.
But thirty thousand gui...
There was no need even to think about it. He would definitely refuse!
The meaning behind this... could not have been clearer.
A vicious gleam flared in the blue-faced demon's eyes, and its hand abruptly tightened around the young Daoist's neck.
"Are you really going to push me this far?!"
At those words...
The smile slowly faded from the Eight-Wu Divine General's lips, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
"And what if I am?"
The instant his words fell...
The unsheathed short