Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 777 Let's Do Something (12)

The first batch of sword cultivators recruited numbered 130, and their combined monthly wages amounted to approximately 1.3 million.

Looking at the calculated results and then at the spirit stones in her pocket, Yao Guang felt a moment of dizziness.

Only one spirit stone?
How could you possibly get 130 sword cultivators to risk their lives for you for a month?

And you don't have to pay a pension if you die?
At this moment, Yao Guang really wanted to move the spirit stones from the Nine Provinces Demonic Sect over, recruit soldiers and horses, and then pack up the people here and bring them back to the Demonic Sect, thus solving the problem of insufficient cultivators in the Demonic Sect in one fell swoop.

If it were truly possible, then we could surpass the righteous sects in a year, pacify the Nine Provinces in three years, and sweep across the world within a century, allowing the banner of the Demonic Sect to fly over every small world.

But Yao Guang quickly calmed down and realized that it was best not to think about such things.

The reason why spirit stones are expensive in this small world is because they are scarce. Therefore, spirit stones do not have the attributes of cultivation and trading, but rather the attributes of luxury goods.

In the upper realm, spirit stones are likely a symbol of personal status and wealth, and that spirit stone beach is the best proof of that.

That beach was also evidence of the divide between the upper and lower realms. People from the upper realm could casually grab a handful of sand and lose dozens of lives. Such a draconian distribution of wealth left Yao Guang speechless.

As she delved deeper, she discovered that while the lower realm appeared prosperous and the prices of goods seemed normal, the contrast with spirit stones was stark, leaving Yao Guang feeling extremely conflicted and disjointed.

"Boss, boss?"

Awakened by Zhong Huai's voice, Yao Guang looked up and saw Zhong Huai looking at her with a fawning expression.

Composing herself, Yao Guang asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to say that our team is assembled and we're waiting for your instructions. When would you like to start working?"

"No rush. I'm currently looking for a place to use as an office. You can rest for a few days and wait for my notification."

If it were the Nine Provinces Demonic Sect, they should immediately retreat, find a place to slack off and have fun, and pass the time in a cheerful manner.

They might even slack off for a few more days after Yao Guang notifies them, until they can't take it anymore before finally coming.

But when Zhong Huai heard this, his face turned pale instantly.

His lips trembled for a long time before he finally whispered, "Boss, is there anything else?"

"No, we can't get anything done without an office space."

"Oh."

Zhong Huai was devastated, walking toward the door in a daze, while thinking about how to give his brothers an explanation.

If you don't work, you won't have money; if you don't have money, you can't pay off your loans; then the interest explodes, and you fall into a downward spiral, ultimately leading to utter ruin.

As he was pondering whether to encourage everyone to sell their blood again, he heard Yao Guang shout, "Wait a minute."

Caught up in hope, Zhong Huai turned and asked, "What is it, boss? Do you have someone you want to kill? We'll go out right away and chop him into mincemeat for you; you won't need to get involved. But we can't afford the fines after killing someone, and will that count as us working?"

"What are you talking about?" Yao Guang asked, puzzled. "What I mean is, you can collect this month's wages first, 10,000 each, totaling 1.3 million. You're responsible for settling the accounts with them. From now on, I'll pay your wages, and you'll be responsible for distributing them to everyone."

Zhong Huai stared blankly at Yao Guang until he saw the sword light indicating the money had been deposited into his account, at which point he snapped out of his daze.

He gripped the jade slip tightly, tightening and loosening his grip repeatedly. He tried to force a smile onto his wrinkled face, but it still looked like he was crying.

Finally, he abandoned all pretense of composure and nervously asked, "Boss, why so much? Was this advance payment to save my life?"

"Isn't that all the wages for a month?" Yao Guang asked doubtfully.

"Isn't it for one year?"

Looking down at the contract she had signed, Yao Guang realized that she had indeed made a mistake.

But she never expected that the wages here would be so low, almost like they were being given away for free.

A single spirit stone could make over a hundred sword cultivators risk their lives for her for a year. Yao Guang exclaimed that this place was truly something else.

She waved her hand and said to Zhong Huai, "It doesn't matter, let it be. Go and distribute the money quickly." "This isn't right... even if it's a monthly salary, we haven't done any work, how can we accept it? Please, please give us some work, otherwise I really don't know what my brothers will do."

What will they do?

"Investigate the people around you, and if you find anyone who is dissatisfied with you, drag them out and sacrifice them to the heavens, so as not to harm you, the boss."

"You're exaggerating. Go down and distribute the money. I'll let you come back to work in a few days when the place is ready."

Zhong Huai wanted to offer some advice, but seeing that Yao Guang had lost interest in continuing the conversation, he could only leave the study in silence.

Once outside, he saw more than a dozen sword cultivators guarding the entrance. Upon seeing Zhong Huai, they immediately surrounded him and asked anxiously, "Boss, what's the situation?"

"Did you express our desire to work to your boss? Did you beg her to give us more work?"

"If all else fails, I'll lick the floor with my tongue. My loan can't be delayed any longer."

Seeing the nervous crowd, Zhong Huai nodded and then handed out the money one by one.

The sword cultivators beamed with joy upon hearing the sound of the money arriving in their accounts.

But when they discovered that the money was equivalent to their annual salary, their smiles vanished.

The group, who had intended to repay the loan immediately, looked at their money and felt it was too hot to touch.

Some began to doubt whether they were hallucinating, some thought they had unleashed their inner demons, and some even began to wonder what sword technique could dispel illusions and prevent them from sinking deeper into this vile delusion.

None of them believed that this was Yao Guang's payment for their wages this month, not even Zhong Huai.

They huddled together and stared blankly at their bank account balances.

Most sword cultivators have never seen so much money in their lives. Many of them have to borrow money at the end of each month, otherwise they will definitely not be able to pay off their loans for that month.

They were afraid when they had no money, and they were equally afraid when they had money. The enormous sum of money, enough to buy half their lives, left them bewildered, but their yearning for the money made them unwilling to return it.

Looking at Zhong Huai, they remained silent for a long time, but their eyes expressed their longing.

Meeting his brothers' gazes, Zhong Huai gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Stop!"

"But boss, if we suddenly get so much money, the boss must have something ulterior motive. What should we do?"

"She's just a worthless person; if the boss wants her, he can give her. Besides, we're all so worthless, what could she possibly want?"

"Exactly! We can always rebel!"

"That's right, at worst we'll rebel!"

Once the thought of rebellion arises, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world.

Knowing that the worst outcome was nothing more than this, the sword cultivators actually relaxed. They used the money to pay off their loans and to eat well when they wanted to.

After enjoying their carefree days for five days, their laughter faded.

They huddled together, looking at Zhong Huai, and asked tremblingly, "Boss, what happened?"

"Boss, say something!"

"Don't stay silent, we're scared."

"I'm scared too," Zhong Huai said, head down. "But the boss said that from now on, we'll get paid on the first day of every month, and I don't know why!"

Seeing that they had gained another 10,000 jade slips, the sword cultivators breathed heavily and their hearts pounded.

Now, it would be really unreasonable not to help the boss kill a few people.

(End of this chapter)