Hmph—spit!
As Wang Chen stepped out of the Outer Sect Main Hall, he spat onto the ground in disgust.
The set quota for field rent was two thousand five hundred Jin, but in reality, he had paid at least two thousand six hundred Jin.
Over a hundred Jin had been scraped off by the Spirit Planting Hall!
It might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things.
But one must understand, those hundred-plus Jin of Spirit Valley had been laboriously scrimped and saved from his own mouth.
Without any return whatsoever!
And with the current soaring grain prices, the value of that extra hundred Jin of Spirit Valley was at least double that of last year.
Wang Chen had seen through it all.
To the vast Cloud Sun Sect, the hundred thousand cultivators of the Outer Sect were nothing but chives in the field.
Pawns to be harvested at will.
In this world where might was the sole authority, a single Golden Core True Person could suppress tens of thousands of bottom-tier cultivators.
