"How many lamp-lighting officers are there in the Donghuang Domain?"
"Several millions."
Upon hearing these words, the corners of Shen Yuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Handing over spirit stones to the City God Temple to become a lamp-lighting officer, and then traveling to complete tasks to accumulate merit—just for the chance to be one of the three selected from a million every ten years to become a local deity.
This tactic of dangling a carrot to entice the donkey had a distinct flavor of a capitalist sucking the marrow from bones.
Sensing Shen Yuan's surprise, Miao Yu quickly added:
"Immortal Master might not know, although it's only every ten years that three people are selected to be consecrated as local deities, even the ordinary lamp-lighting officers have the opportunity, after accumulating enough merit, to become a yin official of the City God Temple."
