593: Chapter 593 Working to Pay Off Debts

"Pay it in full within three days."

When these words fell upon the square, they were more suffocating than the black mist from before.

The White Wolf King looked down at the bill condensed from golden light before him, his eyes darting around frantically.

280 billion Spirit Stones.

15 billion per share.

Even if he turned his lair upside down and dug up the foundation stones to sell, he could only scrape together about three billion.

"Um... Dean Li." The White Wolf King raised his hand, his posture identical to a primary school student asking a question in class.

Li Heng didn't even look back, his thumb still pressing buttons on his flip phone.

"Speak."

"Can we... pay in installments?"

Li Heng's thumb stopped.

He turned around and glanced at the White Wolf King.

The White Wolf King's head immediately dropped, wishing he could bury his face in the desk.

"Installments?" Li Heng stuffed his phone back into his pocket and walked over to the White Wolf King. "What do you have to pay with? What's valuable in that crappy cave of yours? I visited last time, and you didn't even have a decent chair."

The White Wolf King's face turned the color of pig liver.

The Shushan Elder spoke up, bracing himself. "Dean Li, it's not that we don't want to pay, but... this amount, even if we emptied the storehouses of every Sect, we still couldn't make it."

"I know."

Li Heng's answer was blunt.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

"So, I'm giving you two options."

Li Heng held up two fingers.

"First, a violent repossession. I'll send people to tear down your mountain gates, Immortal Caves, and lairs one by one, hauling away everything valuable. Whatever is still missing from the balance after that will be deducted from your cultivation base."

The White Wolf King's body shuddered.

The Bull Demon King almost crushed his enamel tea mug.

"Second." Li Heng's tone suddenly became very gentle—so gentle it sent chills down everyone's spines. "Labor to offset the debt."

"La... Labor?" A Penglai Disciple's voice trembled.

"Yes, work. Use your skills to do something practical for this world." Li Heng pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it.

The paper was covered in dense writing.

"Shu Mountain Sect."

The Shushan Elder stiffened, his back straightening even more.

"What are you best at? Sword-kinesis flight. It's fast, has a high load capacity, and allows for precise positioning."

The Shushan Elder nodded, unsure of what he was about to hear.

"Starting tomorrow, the Shu Mountain Sect will be responsible for global logistics. To put it simply, you'll be delivering express packages via flying swords."

The Shushan Elder's expression froze.

"Wherever a disaster area lacks supplies, you fly there to deliver. Wherever there are injured people needing transport, you fly there to pick them up. You'll be billed per item; each delivery deducts 50,000 Spirit Stones."

The Shushan Elder's lips moved as if to say something, but he swallowed his words.

"Penglai."

A Penglai Disciple's knees knocked against the desk with a dull thud.

"What is your Penglai Immortal Island best at? Divine Soul techniques, calming the mind and settling the spirit. Right?"

The Penglai Disciple nodded mechanically.

"Starting tomorrow, Penglai will be responsible for post-disaster psychological counseling. You'll talk to and treat ordinary people in disaster areas worldwide, one by one. For every person cured, 100,000 Spirit Stones will be deducted."

The Penglai Disciple's face was full of disbelief.

"Blood River Sect."

The two Elders from the Blood River Sect shrank back.

"Although your Blood Fiend energy is sinister, when used in reverse, it's quite effective for purifying contaminated soil and water. Starting tomorrow, the areas worldwide polluted by the black mist belong to you."

The two Elders glanced at each other, neither daring to make a sound.

"Ten Thousand Demon Palace."

Li Heng's gaze fell upon the White Wolf King and the Bull Demon King.

The White Wolf King instinctively shrank back.

The Bull Demon King gritted his teeth and remained still.

"What does your Ten Thousand Demon Palace have plenty of? Strength. The job of moving bricks and constructing buildings belongs to you."

"Moving bricks?!"

The Bull Demon King finally snapped.

He stood up abruptly, his knees flipping the desk over, and the enamel tea mug rolled across the floor.

"I am the Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace! A dignified Great Demon of the Body Integration Stage! You're telling me to move bricks?!"

The square went silent for half a second.

Li Heng tilted his head and looked at him.

Just that one movement.

The Bull Demon King's knees began to weaken.

That feeling was back. Just like last time at Kunlun Mountain, just like in the bunker moments ago. It wasn't external pressure, but his life instincts screaming a warning.

"Are you finished?" Li Heng's voice was flat.

The Bull Demon King's Adam's apple bobbed.

"I'll ask you one more time. Which do you choose? Repossession or moving bricks?"

Silence lasted for three seconds.

The Bull Demon King bent down and straightened the overturned desk.

Then he picked up the enamel tea mug and placed it back on the table.

"Moving bricks," he said, his voice as raspy as sandpaper.

"Louder."

"Moving bricks!"

Li Heng patted his shoulder with satisfaction. When that hand landed on the Bull Demon King's shoulder, his legs buckled slightly.

"That's more like it. Setting a good example isn't shameful."

Seeing the Bull Demon King sitting back down, the White Wolf King forced back the words "I want to change jobs too."

The American representative raised a hand. "Excuse me, Dean Li, do we human representatives also need to..."

"Your bill is separate; go talk to your President about it. Today, we're dealing with theirs."

The representative quickly lowered his hand.

"Alright." Li Heng clapped his hands. "Since there are no objections, from today onward, everyone here officially joins the Earth Post-Disaster Reconstruction Committee. It is essentially a semi-compulsory public welfare labor organization."

He turned to look at Zhang He, who had been standing aside silently the whole time.

"Zhang He."

"Present!" Zhang He snapped to attention instinctively.

"You are the Committee's Secretary-General. You'll be responsible for supervising these people's daily work and submitting weekly assessment reports directly to me."

Zhang He was stunned for a moment. "Dean, I'm just an ordinary person..."

"Yes, precisely because you're an ordinary person." Li Heng's tone was serious. "Ordinary people managing immortals is only natural."

The White Wolf King opened his mouth but then closed it.

The Bull Demon King stared at Zhang He for three seconds before finally looking away.

A Mortal.

His direct superior was a Mortal.

"Secretary-General Zhang." Li Heng emphasized the title. "If they slack off or try to be clever, tell me directly."

Zhang He swallowed hard, looked at the dozen or so big shots before him who could move mountains and seas, and then looked at Li Heng.

"...Understood."

"Good." Li Heng turned and walked toward the exit of the square.

After a couple of steps, he stopped.

"Oh, by the way, Bull Demon King."

The Bull Demon King's body tensed up.

"Moving bricks is only temporary. I plan to give you a promotion."

The Bull Demon King's eyelid twitched.

"A more important position."

Li Heng didn't turn back; his voice drifted over from ahead.

"I'll tell you exactly what position tomorrow."

The Bull Demon King sat behind the primary school desk, clutching his enamel tea mug, the tea inside long since cold.

He had a very strong premonition.

That so-called "more important position" was definitely nothing good.