At this rate, Yuan Wu felt that in another five or six years, he might even have a chance to become a Grade-B Yin Soldier.
"Thank you, Commander!"
"Thank you, Commander!"
Tang Changsheng merely smiled. Several branch temples in the Lower River were already receiving Incense Offerings. After providing for the Protector King Divine General, setting aside a little to support these Half-Camp Yin Soldiers could hardly be easier.
Back when the General's Temple had been at its height and maintained Five Camps of Yin Soldiers, the Lower River had only had a few hundred thousand people!
Now its population had grown more than tenfold. With even a little effort, the Incense Offerings he could obtain would far exceed what the temple had received back then.
Tang Changsheng lacked all sorts of things, but Incense Offerings and Ritual Food were not among them. Seeing the Ritual Food distributed and the Yin Soldiers wolfing it down all around him, he felt relieved.
"Things seem to be more or less settled. It's time for me to go back. If I leave the Three Families of Xiajiang hanging too long and they really start seeing ghosts behind every shadow, that won't do!"
Tang Changsheng had no intention of falling out with the Three Families of Xiajiang. Capital and influence only counted for something when people managed them. Shut away in a cellar, they amounted to nothing...
The same went for influence!
What mattered most about the Three Families of Xiajiang was the families themselves, not their wealth or influence. Even if they handed it all to Master Tang, he would have no way to manage it... unless he gave up cultivation.
The General's Temple had only a handful of people now. Da Xiang was still the only one who could truly help...
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