[Don't despise money; even immortals descending to the mortal world must weigh their pockets]
[No hero without wealth, no man without money]
[True hero with wealth, noble spirit with a thousand gold]
Entering the Money Tower, tall wooden beams stand on either side with various slogans written atop them.
Li Xian grumbled to himself, "Though a bit blunt, it seems to be quite true."
"Martial force can threaten one person, a hundred people, even tens of thousands. It can force ghosts to grind the mill, can make people bow down."
"But only wealth can truly make people willingly obey."
Let's talk about Yihetang Manor.
Though the lady's martial arts are immeasurable, what keeps the manor running is money. The nursing home, servants, staff, and Sang girls… all receive wages.
...
The pavilion inside was bustling. Luxuriously decorated, with carved beams and painted rafters, the two had just entered when Madam Wen, very familiar, walked to a Copper Bell and gave it a gentle tap.
