Su Wen listened to Luobao convey the meaning of the River of Fate, then stroked his chin.
Then, he silently cursed in his heart.
"Time-space idiot?"
[Respected God of Wealth of Wealth, the River of Fate has sensed your unwavering determination to become stronger, and has therefore decided to grant you a tax reduction of one in a million.]
"Time-space idiot!"
[The benevolent God of Wealth, deeply moved by your River of Fate resolve, has decided to grant you a tax reduction of one in a million.]
"The River of Space-Time is a complete idiot and a total moron!"
[Tax rate reduction stopped at one in a million.]
Su Wen looked at the three consecutive suspensions of tax rate reductions and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
This time, he truly felt the sincerity of the River of Fate, and it was full of sincerity.
It seems there really are some unknown contradictions between the River of Fate and the River of Space-Time!
And judging from the looks of it, the River of Fate harbors a great deal of resentment!
But coincidentally, this allowed him to seize the opportunity.
"Call..."
Su Wen exhaled a breath of stale air, having made ample preparations in his mind.
Then, he began to bombard his mind with images of the River of Space-Time.
As Su Wen unleashed his relentless attacks, the tax rate on the Refinement of Wealth Source in the River of Fate began to decrease with a probability of one in a million.
Beside them, the Star God and the Theater God also noticed that something was wrong with Su Wen.
However, seeing Su Wen's serious expression, the two knew he was busy, so they began to deal with the poor people at the human trafficking den as quickly as possible.
They had never dealt with such a situation before.
But they had done even more difficult things before, so they were quite adept at handling them.
A moment later, Su Wen slowly opened his eyes, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face.
He truly hadn't expected that even the River of Fate had its limits when it came to disapproving of the River of Space-Time.
The tax rate reduction stop notification flashed 100,000 times, and after one-tenth of the reduction was completed, it reached the limit of its River of Fate.
It's clear that River of Fate is quite happy.
After all, it's only natural for a long-time rival to feel good after being criticized by their major client for so long, right?
"Lord God of God of Wealth, the River of Space-Time has sent me to deliver a message to you."
Sycee's cheerful voice echoed in Su Wen's mind, "They say you can gain benefits by angrily cursing the River of Space-Time, and everyone in the River of Space-Time is quite happy about that."
"As long as the God of God of Wealth is happy, then the River of Space-Time will be happy."
"So, the River of Space-Time is thinking... since you've gained so much benefit by cursing the River of Space-Time, could you perhaps share a portion of it with the River of Space-Time?"
At this point, Sycee suddenly paused.
The next moment, Sycee said speechlessly, "That shameless thing called the River of Space-Time is really like a leech!"
How can someone so readily try to embellish their own reputation?
"At first, what they said seemed normal, and they even mentioned the River of Space-Time to me..."
"Pooh!"
"You bastard!"
"They actually want to share the Wealth Source and income with the God of God of Wealth?"
"This is clearly a benefit that the God of Wealth painstakingly negotiated to obtain from the other side of the River of Fate. How can we just hand it over to another river?"
"Joke!"
Su Wen's lips twitched slightly as he listened to Sycee's angry curses.
Sycee almost let slip just now that the River of Space-Time had given him Wealth Source, right?
In other words, does the River of Space-Time need to pay Sycee to relay its message?
Sycee... eating from both ends?
So this guy was the real mob boss!
However, he wasn't angry at all about Sycee's situation, and didn't even care.
After all, he knew that Sycee had a habit of saving up his own money.
Ultimately, isn't Sycee's little treasure trove his?
Sycee is now using all sorts of methods to fill his little nest egg; who wouldn't dislike someone like that?
"Boom!"
Just then, a booming sound flashed across the horizon.
The next moment, a bolt of crimson lightning descended from the sky and struck Su Wen directly beside him.
The crimson lightning was incredibly powerful. Judging from its impact alone, if Su Wen had stood right in the middle without activating his Battle God's Power, he would probably have been instantly reduced to ashes.
Su Wen: "..."
Is this a repulsive reaction in spacetime?
Or is it... revenge from the River of Space-Time?
It's unlikely to be retribution from the River of Space-Time. Ultimately, there's a problem: the longer you stay in this timeline, the more you'll consume on the other side of the River of Space-Time.
Given River of Space-Time He's love of business and his proactive approach to creating meaningful products, he'll inevitably end up spending his Wealth Source on him sooner or later.
Leaving aside this spacetime, the spacetime repulsion in the previous Sub-Space-Time was also in this situation.
A familiar scene, a familiar situation, a familiar thunder.
"Quick!"
"We don't have much time left!"
"Go transfer the money!"
"Time waits for no one. Whether you send money or use the resources of this time and space to forge your own weapons and equipment, our time is running out!"
Upon hearing Su Wen's words, the expressions of the Theater God and the Star God changed.
They have already realized the value of this space-time.
So every extra second you can stay here is a bonus!
Therefore, time waits for no one!
With this in mind, they sped up their work, quickly arranging the people before rushing into the Arrow Realm side by side with Su Wen, using every means at their disposal to begin the most frantic and decisive money-making scheme.
At the same time, a faint clone of the Theater God silently appeared in the sky above the Imperial Capital.
Compared to the many clones of the Theater God, this clone is relatively weak.
Even the weakest of the Theater God's clones possesses the ability to remove various curses and schemes from the Wind God's body, as well as mental techniques.
Of course, because of their weak strength, the process will inevitably involve some pain.
The Theater God also had his own considerations on this matter.
Little Wind, after all, is a boy!
A boy should stand tall and upright, and not easily shed tears!
So, are there any problems with the pain points or tender spots?
No problem!
I believe Little Wind will understand him after learning about his situation.
"You really are... the Theater God actor?"
After seeing the faint clone of the Theater God, the Wind God murmured blankly.
In recent days, news about the Demigod race in the Arrow Realm has been gradually reaching his ears.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that some of his friends from the Hidden Kill Clan had changed their attitude towards him recently.
It seemed... a bit more friendly, but he always felt there were other factors at play.
It doesn't matter, as long as he's sure his friend doesn't have any ill intentions and still considers him a friend.
As for the rest, he didn't care much.
"Little Wind, you're so foolish!"
The Theater God's gaze swept over the Wind God of Wind God's entire body, noticing another subtle fluctuation appearing on his physique in such a short time. He said helplessly, "You're such a grown man, when will you ever learn to be a little more sensible?"
"Didn't I teach you not to trust strangers?"
"You can't even trust people easily, let alone things that aren't human?"