Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

Not even one in a thousand!

From this perspective, the month of backbreaking work seems to have been well worth the money.

However, this is also because he has such a fierce partner as Li Ping'an by his side.

If it weren't for Li Ping'an, He Wangshu would be burning incense in gratitude if he could even last two days.

Similarly, it is extremely difficult, almost impossible, for ordinary mortals to become a handyman at the Danxian Sect.

That is, He Wangshu, who had passed the alchemy apprentice assessment and had the talent for alchemy.

He was only brought into the sect by that bearded cultivator.

Otherwise, there would be no such opportunity at all.

The thought of soon having so much money made He Wangshu tremble with excitement.

That's his plan, once he receives the spirit stones.

He immediately sent a spirit stone to his father.

Then save up the other spirit stone and go buy some good food.

Or you could buy some health supplements to nourish your body.

One spirit stone, how can I possibly spend it all?

He kept calculating in his mind.

Before long, the line was at the front.

He Wangshu stepped forward.

The person in charge of distributing salaries was a chubby steward.

He possessed considerable cultivation, reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, and wore the robes of an outer disciple.

He squinted and glanced at He Wangshu.

He gave He Wangshu a spirit stone.

"This... there's only one spirit stone?"

He Wangshu asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Manager, wasn't it agreed that there would be two spirit stones? Why is there only one?"

Upon hearing this, the fat manager waved his hand impatiently.

"According to the rules, new members need to pay a sect fee of one spirit stone. Don't you understand this?"

"Pay the spirit stone fee?"

He Wangshu's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but ask.

"Nobody told me this when I joined the sect! This isn't right! This isn't right!"

Upon hearing this, the fat steward slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes.

"What nonsense are you spouting, brat! Are you saying I'm deliberately withholding your spirit stones?"

He Wangshu clutched the spirit stone tightly in her hand, her face flushed red.

This manager withheld his spirit stones, and by a whole half of them!

I never expected that after working so hard for a month...

As a result, half of it was forcibly taken away!

He Wangshu was indignant.

The boy's blood boiled, and he couldn't help but want to argue with the fat manager.

But Li Pingan pulled him back from behind.

"Alright, one spirit stone is fine! It's just that the little guy doesn't know the rules, please be lenient with him, manager!"

Li Ping'an said to the fat steward with a forced smile.

The fat steward saw Li Ping'an speaking up for He Wangshu.

I know that Li Ping'an is a rising star who recently joined the miscellaneous servants' hall and is incredibly efficient at his work.

So he snorted and didn't say anything more.

"Next!"

He spoke in a cold tone, his meaning clear: He Wangshu should get lost.

He Wangshu was pulled along by Li Ping'an, and in the end, she could only grit her teeth and give up.

I walked away silently.

Li Ping'an's two spirit stones of salary were paid as usual.

After accepting the two spirit stones, Li Ping'an looked at He Wangshu's small figure and couldn't help but sigh.

The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is truly embodied in the world of cultivation.

He Wangshu, a child not yet twelve years old, was indeed an easy target of criticism in this servants' quarters.

Many people were secretly eyeing this fat sheep, hoping to squeeze some benefits out of him.

And because he was a Qi Refining cultivator, he was quick and efficient at his work.

Therefore, no one dared to make any moves against them.

this is the truth.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

This principle is applicable everywhere.

After receiving the spirit stones, Li Ping'an caught up with He Wangshu's retreating figure.

He patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Little Wangshu, don't be sullen! How about I treat you to a big meal?"

He Wangshu raised her head, her eyes slightly red.

"Uncle Li, why are they deducting money for no reason? This is unfair!"

Li Ping'an sighed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Little Wangshu, this is reality! If you're weak, everyone will want to kick you while you're down, everyone will want a piece of your pie, and everyone will want to exploit you!"

"But if one day you become powerful, no one will dare to bully you, and no one will dare to seize your interests! This is the cruel law of the cultivation world, do you know that?"

"When you are weak, accept your fate; only when you are strong can you reclaim all these humiliations and injustices!"

Hearing Li Ping'an's words, He Wangshu nodded thoughtfully.

At the same time, his little fists clenched.

"I, He Wangshu, swear that no one will ever dare to bully me again!"

Li Ping'an looked at the young man and nodded in satisfaction.

This little guy has a really good character.

"Let's go! I'll take you to the market down the mountain for a big meal!"

The Danxian Sect also has its own markets, which Li Ping'an had already inquired about.

He was thinking of going down the mountain to see if he could buy something.

As he spoke, Li Ping'an pulled He Wangshu toward descending the mountain.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"stop!"

Li Pingan turned his head and saw three cultivators walking towards them.

These three people, dressed in the same clothes, were also disciples of the miscellaneous servants' hall.

They are not considered true disciples or cultivators of the Danxian Sect.

However, these three men were tall and had sharp eyes.

He looked Li Ping'an and He Wangshu up and down as if they were two lambs to the slaughter.

Especially the one in the lead, whose muscles bulged high all over.

His eyes gleamed, and he exuded an aura of the second level of Qi Refining.

A menial disciple actually possessed the cultivation level of the second stage of Qi Refining.

Li Ping'an hesitated slightly.

How could a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining end up working as a handyman in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall?

"What brings you three senior brothers to see us?"

Li Ping'an knew the visitors were up to no good, but he still smiled and watched the three approach.

The three men walked over and surrounded Li Ping'an and He Wangshu.

The burly disciple at the head of the group looked down at Li Ping'an.

"It's nothing! Just letting you know, it's time to pay protection money!"

"Protection money?"

Upon hearing this, both Li Pingan and He Wangshu were stunned.

Does this thing even exist? What is protection money?

The burly man smiled slightly and explained.

"The protection fee is this: if you encounter any danger within this sect, I can protect you! But you have to pay me money every month!"

Upon hearing this, Li Ping'an couldn't help but frown.

This guy is clearly here to rob us, but he's come up with such a high-sounding reason.

So he said, "Excuse me, senior brother! I don't need protection in this sect!"

After saying that, he grabbed He Wangshu and started to leave.

However, he was stopped by two other disciples.

"No protection needed?"

The burly disciple grinned maliciously and clenched his fist.

It emitted a series of cracking and popping sounds from the joints.

"Are you sure you don't need protection? I think you're in some trouble now!"

Before Li Ping'an could speak, He Wangshu could no longer hold back.