Bottleneck

Bian Chunchou blinked. "Sect Master, wouldn't it be better if more people benefited?"

Cultivators might prize keeping themselves unsullied, but if one truly kept oneself unsullied, seeing nothing else in one's eyes, could one still hold fast to one's original heart? Bian Chunchou had watched quite a few third-rate xianxia dramas before. Most told of capable people caught between love and righteousness, who ultimately forsook the small self to fulfill the greater self. But in essence, if they had been vigilant enough from the start, such situations could clearly have been avoided.

"Sect Master, following old rules is certainly easy, but if evil demons invade and gain momentum someday, the first to suffer will surely be low-level cultivators and ordinary people."

Gu Wufang could not help being moved, but quickly realized, "Little Martial Uncle taught you to say that, didn't he?"

"Huh? Sect Master, how did you know?" Actually, before Wen Xu-Xu entered the secret realm some time ago, he had sent a flying message reminding Bian Chunchou how to persuade the Sect Master to invest money. It had even included several key points, and this was one of them.

"This Sect Master simply knows." Gu Wufang thought to himself that only scholars from the Mortal Realm would speak of reasons like the nation and the world. The five great sects of the cultivation world were already among the better ones; many Aristocratic Clans did not even regard ordinary people as people. "Enough. This Sect Master will consider approving some sect resources for you, but on the condition that you produce something tangible."

You could not catch a white wolf with empty hands. Even Little Martial Uncle could not make that work.

Bian Chunchou immediately beamed. "Thank you, Sect Master." Hehe, the follow-up funds were secured.

He was still rejoicing