Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

The council hall of the sect leader is very spacious.

Yang Guo sat imposingly in the central seat.

Huang Rong changed into a simple blue cloth dress, her hair was neatly styled, and she stood dignifiedly on the left.

Little Dragon Girl, dressed in white, stood quietly on the right with a cool and aloof expression.

Li Mochou, draped in Yang Guo's oversized coat, couldn't hide her stunning figure as she leaned lazily against a pillar.

Lu Wushuang, wearing a light purple narrow-sleeved shirt, stood next to Huang Rong, her gaze sweeping around the room.

The moment four stunning beauties stood there, the atmosphere in the entire council hall changed.

Several hundred disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were standing below.

These Taoist priests, who were usually pure and abstinent, didn't even dare to raise their heads at this moment.

Even if they only caught a glimpse of the four women out of the corner of their eyes, the Taoist priests' breathing would become heavier.

Yang Guo saw all of this and was very pleased with himself.

For men, making a good impression is very important.

Yang Guo picked up the gavel on the table and slammed it down hard.

With a crisp "snap," the council chamber fell completely silent.

"I've called everyone here today for a meeting," Yang Guo began, setting the tone. "The Mongols attacked a few days ago, and we almost got wiped out. We can't let this go; we have to get to the bottom of this today."

Li Zhiqing, as the head steward of the inner hall, was the first to step forward.

"Sect Leader, that day, the Golden Wheel Monk led his men to the mountainside, and we didn't even have anyone to report it. All the disciples patrolling the mountain were knocked unconscious," Li Zhiqing reported with his head down.

Yang Guo nodded: "Your intelligence network is zero. The enemy is practically at your doorstep, and you're still dreaming."

Wang Tieniu, carrying the chipped butcher knife, squeezed his way from the back of the crowd to the front.

"Master, let me say a few words too. The rice and noodles in the kitchen have been running out for a long time. That bastard Shen Zhifan used to embezzle our rations every day. If the Mongols block the mountain road, all of us, several hundred people, will starve to death in less than three days." Wang Tieniu's voice was so loud that dust fell from the roof.

Yang Guo waved his hand, signaling Wang Tieniu to step back.

"Our defenses are practically non-existent, and our logistics depend entirely on external procurement." Yang Guo stood up, placing his hands on the table. "Everyone, our Quanzhen Sect is now just a makeshift operation."

The Taoist priests below looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Zhiqing couldn't help but ask, "Sect Leader, what does 'makeshift troupe' mean?"

"It means we're utterly rotten!" Yang Guo raised his voice. "Our organizational structure is a complete mess, and we rely entirely on luck to get by when things go wrong. Do you really think someone can always save the day?"

Huang Rong stood aside, listening to Yang Guo's words, secretly making her own plans.

The Beggars' Sect leads 100,000 disciples by relying on strict sect rules and a branch system.

Although the new words that Yang Guo uttered sounded strange, they contained extremely profound truths.

It's really hard to figure out what's going on in this kid's head.

Yang Guo coughed twice and steered the conversation to the most sensitive topic.

"And another thing, you can't be economically independent." Yang Guo looked at the crowd below, "You eat white flour buns every day and have meat at every meal, do you know where that money comes from?"

Li Zhiqing honestly replied, "Isn't it the money donated by worshippers for incense oil?"

Yang Guo let out a cold laugh.

The money for the incense offerings had long been squandered by Shen Zhifan and his gang.

The current food expenses are entirely covered by the gold, silver and jade artifacts that Xiaolongnu took out from the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo turned his head and glanced at Xiaolongnu.

Xiaolongnu remained expressionless, her eyes calm.

There is indeed a small treasury in the ancient tomb, which was left behind by Lin Chaoying.

But with hundreds of people eating and drinking like this every day, the treasury will eventually run out of money.

Yang Guo was a man, and he absolutely could not admit to being a kept man in front of so many of his subordinates.

If word got out that the leader of the Quanzhen Sect was being kept by a woman, where would he put his face?

"The money for incense oil isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap!" Yang Guo changed the subject without batting an eye. "The Quanzhen Sect must find its own way to make money. We can't rely on others' charity anymore."

Li Mochou leaned against the pillar and, upon hearing this, let out a soft snort.

She knows the details perfectly well.

This kid is clearly using his junior sister's money to show off, yet he talks about it so grandly.

Yang Guo glared at Li Mochou, warning the woman not to talk nonsense.

Li Mochou turned her head away, mockingly turning her face away.

Yang Guo refocused his attention on the conference.

He asked Wang Tieniu to bring over a large table and spread out a huge sheet of white paper.

Yang Guo picked up a brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to draw frames on the paper.

"In the past, our Quanzhen Sect was divided into several halls. Grandmaster Wang Chuyi was in charge of the Alchemy Hall, Grandmaster Hao Datong was in charge of the Sutra Repository, and Grandmaster Qiu Chuji was in charge of the Inner Court." Yang Guo said as he wrote down the three names on the paper.

"What do you call this? This is called a small-scale peasant economy. It can only take care of basic needs like eating, drinking, and relieving oneself; it can't handle big situations." Yang Guo slammed his brush down on the paper. "From today onward, we're going to establish a 'state within a religion.' The Quanzhen Sect will be a small imperial court, and it must have all the essential organs."

Upon hearing the words "small imperial court," the Taoist priests below all knelt down.

Li Zhiqing's voice trembled: "Master, be careful what you say. If these words reach the ears of the authorities, it's a capital offense."

"Get up!" Yang Guo shouted angrily. "The Mongols have already attacked. Has the Song government cared about your lives? If you're not strong, you'll be swallowed whole sooner or later."

Li Zhiqing swallowed hard and slowly stood up with his men.

Yang Guo continued drawing on the paper.

He added three large frames next to the original three halls.

"First, the Intelligence Division." Yang Guo tapped the paper with the tip of his pen. "Within a hundred miles of Zhongnan Mountain, and even the entire Guanzhong and Jiangnan regions, any disturbance, any Mongol spies, must be reported back to Chongyang Palace immediately. We need informants in every inn, restaurant, and teahouse."

Lu Wushuang stood beside Huang Rong, and her eyes lit up when she heard the words "Intelligence Department".

She hated spending all her time in the Taoist temple.

That would be really exciting if we could go out and gather information.

Yang Guo drew a second frame.

"Secondly, the Finance Department," Yang Guo said loudly, "relying solely on collecting rent and donations won't suffice. We need to engage in trade, open shops, and develop logistics. The Quanzhen Sect has such a prestigious reputation, why not take advantage of it? We'll share the profits. Only with money can we buy weapons and recruit soldiers."

When the Taoist priests heard that there would be money to be shared, the fear in their eyes lessened and replaced by a hint of anticipation.

Yang Guo drew a third frame.

"Third, the Logistics Department." Yang Guo looked at Wang Tieniu. "Tieniu, from now on you will be the backbone of the Logistics Department. Rice, flour, cooking oil, medicinal herbs, and water must be stored in several hidden warehouses in the mountains. Even if we are besieged in the mountains for half a year, we can still eat meat every day."

Wang Tieniu was so excited his face turned red, and he pounded his chest loudly: "Don't worry, Master, I'll do my best to get this done!"

Yang Guo put down his brush and held up the extremely ugly organizational chart.

"This is called business management." Yang Guo looked at the bewildered crowd below. "This is the path our Quanzhen Sect will take from now on."

The council chamber was completely silent.

This theory had a tremendous impact on these ancient Taoist priests.

From a young age, they were taught to meditate, chant scriptures, practice swordsmanship, and cultivate their minds.

Who taught them how to gather intelligence, trade, and stockpile grain?