182: Second Senior Sister, it's time to divide the spoils!

"Where's my cut!"

"The fleet! Where's the fleet! Let me see it!"

His undisguised face of a money-grubber was completely out of place with the solemn atmosphere in the main hall.

The corner of a Hidden Division Deacon's mouth twitched, almost thinking some wealthy country bumpkin had stumbled into the wrong place.

"Everyone, dismiss."

Su Linger waved her hand, her voice still cold and clear.

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

The crowd bowed and withdrew, and as they left, they all sized up this legendary Third Junior Ancestor with strange looks.

Soon, only the two fellow disciples remained in the main hall.

"Third Junior Brother."

Su Linger looked at him, her tone calm.

"Is the liquidation of the properties in the Western Region finished?"

"It's finished, it's finished!"

Wang Duojin rubbed his hands together, his face full of impatience.

"Those tiny profits are nothing compared to Second Senior Sister's... cough, compared to the big business you have here!"

"Where's the fleet? I heard reports that you even raided the home base of the Qionghua Heavenly Palace?"

Su Linger didn't say much.

She slowly stood up and waved her fair hand.

"Follow me."

She led Wang Duojin into a secret room behind the main hall.

With a thought.

The hexagonal ice crystal mark branded on the back of her hand glowed slightly.

Hum—

The space before them transformed instantly.

Wang Duojin only felt an ancient chill, strong enough to freeze one's Divine Soul, rushing toward him.

The next moment.

He found himself inside an ice crystal divine hall so magnificent that words could not describe it.

Through the divine hall's walls, which were like transparent crystal.

Wang Duojin saw it.

He saw the invincible fleet that he had been dreaming of!

Countless warships, like sleeping giant iron dragons, quietly floated within this vast and boundless sub-space.

On the hull of every warship, complex and powerful Formation patterns were branded.

The cold metallic luster, the ferocious Immortal Crystal main cannons.

Every detail spoke of their once illustrious reputation.

*Gulp.*

Wang Duojin swallowed hard with difficulty.

For the first time, the gold abacus in his hand fell into a brief, dead silence.

It wasn't that he didn't want to calculate.

It was simply impossible to calculate!

This wasn't just a fleet!

These were fucking mobile mountains of gold!

"Three hundred and sixty 'Phoenix-grade' main battle Immortal Ships."

Su Linger's cold voice rang in his ears, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

"One thousand two hundred 'Qingluan-grade' Escort Ships."

"And this Emperor-rank Immortal Artifact, the 'Qionghua Jade Palace'."

"Now, it is called the Spirit Frost Divine Hall."

Wang Duojin's breathing stopped completely.

He suddenly snapped back to his senses, his hands turning into a blur as he frantically flicked the abacus beads.

"One Phoenix-grade warship—the keel alone uses Ten-Thousand-Year Star Iron, plus eighty-one attack Formations, and..."

"My god! My god! My god!"

He was incoherent, and by the time he finished calculating, he directly hugged an ice crystal pillar nearby, his face showing an enraptured expression.

"Second Senior Sister! You are my god!"

"With these! Our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild—no! Our Myriad Dao Divine Sect! We can directly monopolize the entire Immortal Realm's high-end freight transport!"

"No! What freight! It's escorting! We can establish the number one security agency in the Immortal Realm!"

"If any merchant group wants to safely pass through those chaotic Star Domains, they'll have to pay us protection fees!"

He became more and more excited, as if he could already see countless Immortal Stones continuously flowing into the Sect's treasury.

However.

Su Linger just looked at him quietly and shook her head.

"Third Junior Brother."

"Your vision is too small."

"Eh?"

Wang Duojin was stunned, waking up from his dream of getting rich.

Su Linger's gaze pierced through the divine hall, looking toward that endless Void Realm.

"I don't want any security agency, nor do I want to collect protection fees."

Her voice was not loud.

Yet it carried an unquestionable imperial dominance.

"What I want is the rules."

"From now on, in the Nine Provinces and Four Seas of the Immortal Realm, all trade routes must follow the rules set by our Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

"What goods can be transported, what prices they can be sold for, and who is qualified to walk this path."

"It will all be decided by us."

The abacus slipped from Wang Duojin's hand, hitting the ground with a crisp clatter.

He stared blankly at Su Linger.

He looked at his Second Senior Sister, who was usually as cold as an immortal and indifferent to worldly affairs.

At this moment.

He truly understood.

Revered Master once said that Second Senior Sister's heart was higher than the heavens.

What kind of scene that actually was.

This wasn't doing business.

This was establishing order!

This was grabbing the entire Immortal Realm's economic lifeline firmly in her hand!

"Sec... Second Senior Sister..."

Wang Duojin's voice was a bit dry.

"You want to... to be the ancestor of all merchant guilds!"

"This game is too big. Relying only on us, I'm afraid..."

"That's why I need you."

Su Linger turned around, her ice-blue eyes reflecting Wang Duojin's figure.

"I am responsible for setting the rules."

"You are responsible for making everyone follow my rules."

"As for those who don't follow the rules..."

She paused, her tone bone-chillingly cold.

"Then let them disappear from this path, along with their ships."

Wang Duojin fell silent.

After a long time.

He slowly bent down and picked up the gold abacus from the ground.

When he looked up again, the shrewdness and greed belonging to a merchant had faded from his eyes.

In its place was an unprecedented excitement and fanaticism!

"I understand!"

His voice was incredibly loud.

"Second Senior Sister! Where do you want to start!"

"The Myriad Spirits Chamber of Commerce controls the three most core golden trade routes in the Central Region. But the most profitable and most chaotic one is the route that crosses the 'Shattered Star Sea'."

"There are year-round void storms there, and countless star pirates entrenched. Even Immortal Kings don't dare to venture there easily. The resources the Myriad Spirits Chamber of Commerce invests in guards every year alone is an astronomical figure."

Su Linger looked at him and slowly nodded.

"Then start from there."

"Good!"

Wang Duojin slapped his thigh hard, and the abacus in his hand once again made a crisp sound full of Battle Intent.

"I'll go draft a plan right now!"

"Our Myriad Dao Heavenly Transport's first business deal will start by taking a knife to the Myriad Spirits Chamber of Commerce's lifeline!"

"I want them to know what it means to be professional!"