Lin Zhan held the little dumpling for a full half-hour, watching the spectacle unfold.
Seeing that the three from Asgard were more out of breath than in, Lin Zhan stopped the young Taoist:
"Brother-in-law, stop hitting. Once they're dead, they won't be worth much."
The young Taoist heard this, dropped the pickaxe handle, and stood up.
The brick he had been using to smash things had broken, so he had to switch to another handy tool.
Bricks, pickaxe handles, water knives – Young Master Lin was never short of these gangster essentials.
Looking at the young Taoist approaching angrily, Lin Zhan said with a chuckle:
"What's wrong, brother-in-law? Still not satisfied? If you can't stand it, just finish off these three idiots. I'll handle Asgard later."
The young Taoist shook his head and said:
"No more hitting. It's pointless. They're not even on the same level. Why bully them? It's better to ask for a ransom, and then let Asgard and the divine races tear each other apart. These two divine emperors, one divine heir,"
Lin Zhan heard this and looked at the young Taoist in surprise. This child had truly grown up and understood the greater good.
"Alright, I'll have someone tend to these three, and then we'll contact Asgard to demand a ransom."
"No need, elder brother. I'll do this myself. Our arms factory still needs to expand, and Ya'er still needs an amusement park. Asgard has to pay for this, after all, it's not every day we meet such a rich family."
The young Taoist shook his head and took on the task himself.
Hearing the young Taoist's words, Lin Zhan said with a wry smile: "With your personality of squeezing the urine out of a toad, I guess I was happy for nothing."
Lin Zhan placed Lin Ya'er next to the young Taoist: "You two can discuss the rest. I still need to go back and look at the reports from the military department."
As Lin Zhan walked away, the sixth-generation ancestor of the Celestial Master Sect walked over and said:
"Haoming, what about those two divine emperors? If they're useless, just kill them. Keeping them is a waste of food. You know our Celestial Master Sect has always been tight on finances."
The old Celestial Master said this while looking dotingly at Lin Ya'er, and then casually took out two spiritual fruits he had brought from a blessed land and gave them to the little dumpling.
Although these old Celestial Masters didn't get along with those old ancestors from the Great Shang dynasty, they were quite fond of this great-granddaughter-in-law.
"Thank you, Old Ancestor. But those two can't be killed yet. They can bring back a lot of money. My elder brother and Xiao Ming did this to support so many soldiers."
The little dumpling thanked the sixth-generation old Celestial Master.
The old Celestial Master was stunned, and the other old Celestial Masters also gathered around.
"They can make money? Little girl, quickly tell us ancestors in detail."
Alas, the Celestial Master Sect was poor and afraid. As the poorest force of the human race in China, these old Celestial Masters were eager to find any way to make money.
The young Taoist nodded and said: "Several old ancestors, don't ask Ya'er. She doesn't know the specifics, but this is true."
"When my elder brother and I first started our gang, China was poor. Even Old Ancestor Dixing distributed resources to the army to train experts. These damned federal governments held vast resources and refused to release them."
"My elder brother's father was severely injured, and the federal government was reluctant to provide resources, causing the old man to be crippled at home for 15 years. This is why the Lin family killed three federal government secretaries and two vice presidents."
"Later, my elder brother found a way. If we have no money, we make money. If we have no resources, we get resources. Smashing safes, robbing on the road, double-crossing, selling fake goods, profiting from war – we did everything we could think of. And kidnapping was what we did the most. Our business was extremely proficient, with constant positive customer reviews."
The four old Celestial Masters exchanged glances and said, "Then Haoming, if we want to do this business, where should we start?"
The young Taoist was stunned and said:
"Do what? We don't need to do anything now. Just my dividends from these underground businesses alone amount to resources equivalent to 800 million to 1 billion Lord-level crystal cores annually. Don't you see we're legitimizing ourselves now? Why bother with this dirty work?"
"Four old ancestors, you can rest assured. It's just a Celestial Master Sect. I can easily support it myself. I have a 30% stake in all of my elder brother's businesses. All the businesses in our organization, my senior brothers and I can also hold 30%. So, you old folks don't need to worry about money."
The four old Celestial Masters exchanged bewildered glances and then thought carefully.
Since their revival, the food, clothing, and accommodation in the Celestial Master Sect had indeed changed compared to before.
Then they said to the young Taoist: "Alas, Haoming, you are a good child. Your ancestors are not as good as you. With you here, the Celestial Master Sect is at ease. From now on, your ancestors will wholeheartedly be your enforcers. Whoever you say we should deal with, we will deal with."
The young Taoist smiled, unable to help but exclaim that these ancestors were indeed reliable and too sensible.
Then he seriously said to the four old Celestial Masters:
"Old ancestors, your words have truly given me a reminder. Do you know why my elder brother dares to rob anyone and no one comes looking for trouble with him?"
Seeing the four old Celestial Masters looking curious, the young Taoist continued:
"It's because my elder brother has many brothers under him and they are powerful. Don't you see how stunned everyone was when my elder brother slammed those six army groups at the military conference?"
"Let me tell you, those are just my elder brother's second-rate troops. My elder brother has a first field army of 35 million, all composed of warriors above Platinum high-level, and there are over 200 Kings among them."
"He has nine peak Royal-level experts with deep heritage stationed with him at all times, all of them formidable figures chosen from the Iron-Eating Beast clan and their Great Shang."
The four old Taoists were completely mesmerized by the young Taoist's words.
"Haoming, then what do you say we should do? You're engaged to this little girl from Great Shang, so we can't appear too weak. You're smart, unlike your master and senior martial brother who are two simpletons. We'll listen to you."
Hearing this, the young Taoist knew the time was right:
"Old ancestors, if you want my opinion, this is how we should do it. I have already given the fifth-generation Celestial Master Ancestor a sum of resources sufficient for him to advance to the Foundation Establishment stage. Once the fifth generation ancestor advances, our Celestial Master Sect will have five Foundation Establishment stage experts."
"After that, I will prepare resources equivalent to 500 million Lord-level crystal cores for you. You old folks go back and train a Dao Soldier as quickly as possible, with a strength of at least Platinum level. Also, revive a large number of King-level Celestial Master Ancestors."
"The human race's destiny is strong now, so it doesn't matter how many King-level ancestors are revived. And I have the resources; we can support as many King-level ancestors as we want."
Looking at the four old Celestial Masters' serious expressions.
Old Tie Si said from the side: "This little fatty truly lives up to Lin boy's teachings. He's too much, even tricking his own ancestors."