The Victorious Fighting Buddha could embrace emptiness, but the Great Sage Equal to Heaven could not

Efficiency was often directly proportional to the risk of losing one's head.

In less than half a day, Xu Jiang and Xu Jiahao had gathered all the supplies and stacked them neatly in the rear courtyard.

There were a full hundred and thirty mahogany chests, their brass clasps locked tight.

Ma Muzhi stepped forward and casually lifted a lid. Inside lay neatly cut Merit Gold Bricks. Any one he picked up held as much merit as an ordinary Loose Immortal could accumulate through a hundred years of arduous cultivation.

A hundred and thirty chests-enough, all told, to send any immortal official into cultivation deviation and shatter his Dao heart.

Heavenly Law explicitly stipulated that all illicit wealth confiscated from demons in the Mortal Realm had to be recorded in triplicate. One copy went to Tongming Hall for filing, one to the Finance Department for approval, and one remained locally as evidence.

Chen Wei swept his gaze over the courtyard full of golden light, his eyes perfectly clear.

"My lord." Ma Muzhi closed the lid, turned, and cupped his hands to request instructions. "The accounts have been compiled. How should we dispose of the goods?"

"Coordinate with the Finance Department's Heavenly Treasury and book them in!" Chen Wei issued the order with a sweeping gesture.

Not taking any?

He would not take a single bit.

Chen Wei had no lofty moral obsession with keeping his hands clean. To walk steadily and far as an immortal in the Heavenly Court, one could never rely on embezzling petty scraps of profit. Only rewards bestowed by High Immortals were rightfully his to take, something he could safely build his life upon.

As for anything the High Immortal had not given him-

Even if mountains of gold and silver stood before him, reaching out without