Tengen looked at Wangchuan and fell silent for two seconds.
The information had been correct.
This being of unknown origins, whose power transcended the ordinary and who could bring back the dead, did indeed have an extraordinary enthusiasm for worldly money.
That enthusiasm even carried a certain blunt, undisguised frankness.
She had lived for over a thousand years and seen all kinds of people.
Those who craved power, fame, strength, or immortality.
But someone like him, whose expression instantly changed at the words "generous compensation," who stopped in his tracks and turned back, was truly a first.
Besides, why would such a powerful demon care so much about money?
"Do you really like money that much?"
Tengen could not help asking.
Wangchuan tilted his head, as though seriously considering the question.
"Like it? I wouldn't say I like it."
"I just think it's pretty useful. In this world, money can solve the vast majority of problems. It saves me a lot of trouble."
He paused, then added another sentence.
"Besides, I have a principle when it comes to doing things."
"I can work for free, but not all the time. Doing a good deed now and then is a whim. Doing good deeds all the time makes you a sucker."
Tengen opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.
She turned those words over in her mind twice before finally having to admit it.
Absurd as that logic was, on closer consideration, she actually could not find anything wrong with it.
"All right."
She nodded.
"You can have as much money as you want. As long as you can do what I ask."
Wangchuan raised an eyebrow.
"As much as I want?"
"As much as you want."
Tengen's voice was calm. She did not sound as though she was boasting