Chapter 265 The Power of Money

The Rose Holy Sanctuary has over a thousand disciples. If the ten million euros were evenly distributed each month, each person would receive less than one hundred euros. However, if concentrated rewards were given to outstanding performers, they could receive several hundred or even thousands of euros every month, which is not just a considerable sum but a windfall for many ordinary disciples.

The concept of scholarships does exist in the Holy Sanctuary, but those are bonuses, fundamentally different from what Wang Feng is offering. In the past, everyone would go to great lengths to enter the Holy Sanctuary, even paying money to do so. Now, the Rose Holy Sanctuary is rewarding its outstanding disciples???

必须得说，这真是一种颠覆。上层阶级是少数，而神圣庇护所的大多数弟子都缺乏这样的条件。他们往往不得不依靠某些家族或导师，比如附近的审判家族。玫瑰神圣庇护所正在提供一个全新的机会。

Originally, under the guidance of Damos and Lin Yuxiang, the Rose had become somewhat lifeless. But Old Wang's bombshell instantly shook everything up.

Countless disciples of the Holy Sanctuary immediately turned red-eyed with determination, requiring no supervision. Overnight, the learning and competitive atmosphere in the entire Rose Holy Sanctuary reached unprecedented heights. The seriousness and effort of the disciples left their mentors speechless.

What used to be ineffective despite earnest and varied teachings now happens spontaneously. Under their guidance, the disciples are all striving in the right direction, each more determined than the last, vying for every second, fearing to fall behind even a bit...

One can't help but marvel at the power of money, which is always the strongest.

And one can't help but admire Wang Feng's generosity, but clearly, these people have misunderstood...

Old Wang really didn't want to be so generous... but the issue is, you must give to gain.

After all, due to the previous chaos caused by Lin Yuxiang, the people of the Institute of Potions are no longer as easily deceived or willing to work as 'child labor.' Without incentives, rebellion is inevitable.

At the same time, Da-ge had just returned the algae nucleus to him. Once he sees the big money I make after some time, Da-ge might regret it and cause trouble. It's better to take the initiative and give something back. That way, even if Da-ge finds out later that Old Wang made a fortune from the algae nucleus, he won't feel justified in causing trouble.

Old Wang's calculations are meticulous, and his subtle intentions are currently beyond anyone's comprehension.

To everyone, Wang Feng is capable and righteous, treating money as trivial and honor as paramount, regarding the Rose Holy Sanctuary as his own home. These facts are unassailable!

Excellent! Loyal!

The pride of the Rose, the role model of the Blade, he is truly remarkable!

From top to bottom, inside and out, it could be said that every aspect was covered, earning unanimous praise and approval, with the Rose flourishing more than ever before.

The incentive of rewards spurred many disciples of the Rose to push their limits to the extreme, and those who received the rewards would use these resources to become even stronger.

There are no geniuses in this world without cause; true geniuses are a combination of talent and relentless effort. In just a short one or two months, the overall level of the Rose had visibly improved by leaps and bounds! Many new faces began to stand out in various fields.

Perhaps they might not become true heroes, but as long as they made something of themselves, they would eventually scatter like dandelions across the world, and without a doubt, they would all become eyewitnesses and storytellers of Old Wang’s legend...

...

Elder Udagan has returned to Aurora City.

The news was brought by Long Er, who, compared to his previous haughty indifference towards Old Wang, now appeared much more humble and respectful, with a face full of amiable smiles.

He had to admit that he lacked his elder brother Tai Kun's discernment. Wang Feng truly was a formidable character. The matters concerning Ice Spirit, the Rose, and the spy rumors had all proven that Tai Kun's judgment on Wang Feng was correct. His initial disdain for Wang Feng was indeed shortsighted. In just a few short months, this unknown young man, barely twenty years old, had become a hotshot in Aurora City.

Old Wang genuinely felt grateful to Udagan.

Being able to gather the funds for an α5-grade soul crystal in advance allowed him to snatch the crucial Heavenly Soul Pearl from the Soul World at the right moment. This not only fulfilled his mission to Ice Spirit but also mended his relationship with Karida. All of this indirectly owed to the sixty million euros loan provided by Udagan.

More importantly, the orc token given by Udagan... compared to the unintentional benefit of the sixty million euros, that orc token had truly saved Old Wang and Karida’s lives. Otherwise, the two might have already perished on Sessys’ pirate ship.

Udagan might not know about this, but just because he didn’t care or wasn’t aware didn’t mean that Old Wang shouldn’t express his gratitude. Despite his usual lighthearted demeanor, Old Wang always remembered those who had helped him.

The meeting place, of course, was at Tai Kun’s. Old Wang carried a large bundle of gifts in his hands, and when he entered, Udagan wasn’t there, but he saw Bahanel Chacha and Urasaya first.

“Brother, you’re here to see the Elder?” Bahanel Chacha said with a smile: “The Elder just went in for a nap. Wait a moment, I’ll go inform him.”

“No, no!” Old Wang said: “An elder’s nap is important. I can wait a bit longer. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Brother and Sister. I’d love to chat with you both!”

In the past, I thought these two were just personal guards to Udagan, but as I got to know them better, I realized that these 'guards' held significant status among the beastmen.

The beastmen follow a tribal system. On the barren plains allocated to them by the Blade, there live hundreds of large and small beastman tribes. Apart from the three main beastman city-states established by the royal family, other tribes usually live scattered across various regions, each independent, often clashing over resources or more fertile land. However, when facing external threats, hundreds of tribes can quickly unite under the call of the royal family and the Windfury Council. In the beastman race, the royal family is the symbol and support of their spirit, while the Windfury Council represents actual power.

It was only after Old Wang heard Sycis talk about the tribal situation at sea that he learned about the true identity of the old man Udagan. This old man has royal blood in his veins, and his personal history is quite legendary.

He ventured out at a very young age and survived at the bottom of Aurora City. Udagan naturally awakened the divine beast bloodline of the beastman royal family, becoming a formidable figure. At that time, he unified the underground organizations of the beastmen in Aurora City and even the entire southern region through his personal abilities, becoming the true godfather of the beastmen underworld. After his success, he returned to the royal family, entered the Windfury Council, and later became one of the twelve Beast God Generals of the Blade, representing the faction advocating the integration of beastmen into human society.

Clearly, Udagan is an ambitious and visionary beastman; otherwise, he wouldn't be so down-to-earth despite his high status. If it were Old Wang, he would have long retired to enjoy life.

Bahanerchacha and Urasaya are certainly not ordinary guards. According to the beastman system, they must also hold some status.

Old Wang chuckled and handed over the gifts he bought in the Krodia Archipelago: "It's only been a few days, but Brother and Sister look even better. Must be some good news?"

Although these two are tribal chiefs, beastmen generally live in poverty. Even as tribal chiefs, they usually don't have much money. However, Old Wang has always been generous to them. When they were in Aurora City, he never stopped giving gifts, and he was always sweet-talking.

Urasaya smiled as she took Wang Feng's gift, didn't even look at it, and casually set it aside, then grabbed Wang Feng's hand and said, "Good brother, how did you guess? I'm pregnant! Speaking of which, your Aurora City really is a great place!"

Old Wang was both surprised and delighted. He instinctively wanted to touch her belly, but suddenly remembered that her husband was right there, thinking it might be inappropriate. Unexpectedly, Urasaya saw through his thoughts and laughed heartily.

Beastmen don't care about such formalities. Urasaya laughed heartily and pulled his hand to her belly, "Come on, feel it. The little one inside is quite strong. It kicked me yesterday, and it hurt for half an hour!"

As soon as Old Wang's hand touched her belly, the little one inside seemed to sense it and kicked back. Old Wang could see a small footprint rise slightly on her belly with his own eyes.

The three chatted enthusiastically. Udagan had already woken up and came out of the inner room, dressed casually. Urasaya and Chacha were arguing about whether to use a knife or a sword for prenatal education for the child in her belly.

Udagan smiled and said, "Whether it's a knife or a sword, it doesn't matter. As long as it's made of iron, it's just for the sound. Children born in blacksmith shops aren't afraid of knives and swords, and that's the reason."

The three were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice Udagan approaching. They quickly stood up, "Elder, Brother Udagan!"

"Alright, alright, we're all family here." Wuda chuckled, pulling Wang Feng to sit on the sofa: "Young friend Wang Feng is truly well-versed and knowledgeable, proficient in rune magic, potion making, and even has some understanding of such esoteric knowledge as reproductive science. Your breadth of knowledge is truly awe-inspiring, and you don’t seem like a young man of twenty at all."

"You say I’m how old, I’ll be that age." Old Wang smiled, taking out a specially prepared wooden box. This wasn’t something he bought on the spot in the Krod Islands; it contained three bottles of Ice Spirit Kingdom’s Winter Chill Burn, which Aota had packed for him when preparing his departure gifts. Knowing Wuda's fondness for alcohol, Old Wang had kept these three bottles especially, not even letting Sessius taste them. He said with a smile: "This trip to the Ice Spirit Kingdom didn’t yield much in terms of rarities, but knowing your love for good wine, try this local specialty!"

Wuda opened the wooden box, casually picked up one bottle, pulled out the cork, and took a sniff, his face lighting up slightly. He said with a smile: "The Winter Chill Burn from Ice Spirit, I had it on the seas over ten years ago, brought by that boy Sessius. Even after so many years, the icy, spicy aroma still lingers in my memory. What a fine drink!"

Pleased with the gift, Wuda was in high spirits, chuckling as he instructed his attendant: "Have someone prepare a few dishes; I’ll have a proper drink with young friend Wang Feng."

Perhaps the Winter Chill Burn stirred some memories in Wuda, making him more talkative today. He mentioned Sessius intentionally or unintentionally.

Old Wang took the opportunity to recount how Sessius discovered his orc token, leading to their transformation from enemies to friends. However, there was no surprise on Wuda’s face, as if he had known about it all along. He smiled and said: "Sessius is a true rarity among our orc people, a genius in both martial arts and strategy. If it weren’t for the major blunder during his mission for the Nine Gods, which led to his being hunted by the three tribes, he wouldn’t have ended up wandering the seas, with his own people too afraid to openly protect him. Otherwise, with his talent, he would have been a strong candidate to succeed me within a few years."

Old Wang was somewhat curious about Sessius’s mission for the Nine Gods but knew better than to pry. Suppressing his curiosity, he said: "Brother Sessius is open-hearted and generous, a true hero among men. I admire him greatly, but his fate has indeed been quite tumultuous."

Wuda smiled faintly: "Sessius’s fate is merely a reflection of the broader orc community. When the Supreme Saint unified the nine heavens and called for equality among the four races, true equality has never really existed. The orc race is relatively isolated, and the upper echelons are only interested in pleasure. Only by integrating into the League of Blades does the orc race have a future."

Old Wang nodded with a smile, not believing that this old man was just chatting idly. It was likely that he saw potential in him, thinking that his future prospects in the Holy Sanctuary might bring some benefit to the orc race. This was a subtle attempt to win him over, to make him sympathetic to the orcs and instill in him a sense of righteousness...

To be honest, with his nine years of compulsory education, he only believed in one thing: those who are not of our kind will always have different hearts. Of course, here, he himself was the greatest outsider. All he wanted was to protect the people he cared about.

As for the rest, Old Wang adhered to one principle: if you treat me well, I’ll treat you well.

At this moment, if he were to engage in lofty rhetoric about ideals and principles, it would be pure foolishness. Old Wang raised his glass with a look of admiration and said: "Brother Wuda, your thoughts are entirely correct, but the path is fraught with difficulties. As for me, though I am small and insignificant, I enjoy making friends. If there’s anything I can do, I, Wang Feng, will not shirk my duty!"

Wuda revealed a hint of a knowing smile. He had expected Wang Feng to beat around the bush, but instead, the young man gave a straightforward response that didn’t seem like mere flattery. Perhaps, this bet had paid off.