Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 100 is excellent. Now all your soldiers are mine!
As Lu Chen pulled out that thick stack of ghost money—a full 600,000 taels!
In an instant, the entire Chenghuang Street seemed to be muted.

All the ghost soldiers and generals stared wide-eyed, their pupils reflecting a shimmering silver light.

The sudden appearance of this "silver mountain" was no less impactful than a mountain collapsing and a tsunami to these underworld officials whose monthly stipends were pitifully small!

Even Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu, two Yin generals who were used to seeing big scenes, were stunned on the spot.

Even the high and mighty Prefectural City God, and the dozens of State and County City Gods behind him.

At that moment, their pupils constricted sharply, and their Adam's apples bobbed involuntarily.

"You!..." The city god was about to speak.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Haven't you ever seen money before?" Lu Chen scoffed, raising the ghost money in his hand even higher, and loudly proclaimed to the surrounding dark mass of ghost soldiers, "Listen up! Whoever puts down their weapon first will be rewarded with 100,000! The second with 50,000! The third with 10,000!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the streets of Chenghuang.

The faces of the Five Generals, the Day and Night Patrol Gods, the City God Judge, and others were filled with astonishment and greed.

The force applied to the weapon in his hand had noticeably loosened.

Despite the generous reward, not a single ghost soldier laid down their weapon.

"Hmph!" The City God laughed loudly upon seeing this. "You brat, you actually think you can bribe the servants of this prefecture with money? Don't you even know where you are!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, and in the next second, the ghost money in Lu Chen's hand was in His hand.

"Oh no!" Xie Qingyi and Fan Rusong exclaimed at the same time.

The city god looked down and his heart skipped a beat.

This stack of ghost money was worth a whopping 600,000 taels of silver!
That's equivalent to five or even six years of his salary!
"Good lad, you really do have some resources..." The City God suppressed the excitement in his heart and calmly took out two bills and handed them to the judge beside him: "Distribute them to the brothers later."

"Yes, sir!" The judge respectfully accepted it, then chuckled wickedly.

The remaining ghost money was smoothly stuffed into the sleeve by the City God, who sneered, "For the sake of this little bit of money, I will spare you the serious crime of trespassing on City God Street! Now put down that nine-life soul and leave at once!"

Boom——

The oppressive force descended once more, but Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu once again joined forces to block it.

"General, what do we do now?" Xie Bi'an panicked for the first time.

The King of Hell hasn't arrived yet, and the money has already been taken away; it seems they've used up all their last cards.

All three thousand ghostly soldiers around him wore sinister smiles.

Originally, it was just a business trip, but now the business trip comes with a salary, and I even get extra money!

Although the money wasn't much, even fly meat is meat, and this extra income was bound to excite them.

However, just when the situation was at a critical juncture...

A soft laugh suddenly came from the battlefield.

Instead of retreating, Lu Chen took two steps forward, grinning easily at the City God in the clouds:
"Lord City God, you don't actually think... that's all I have, do you?"

"Hmm?" The City God narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lu Chen ignored Him and walked straight to a Yin soldier holding a halberd, completely unconcerned that the sharp halberd tip was pointing directly at his chest.

"Hey kid, let me ask you something, how much is your monthly salary?"

"What's it to you!" The ghost soldier's tone hardened as he saw that the money was no longer in Lu Chen's hands.

"Just asking around," Lu Chen said with an innocent smile. "Just checking the market rate."

"Five hundred taels!" The ghost soldier's tone carried a hint of pride, for in the City God Street, this salary was already quite good.

"What? Only five hundred taels? That's only six thousand taels a year?"

"Six thousand taels isn't enough? This salary far exceeds that of the ghost soldiers in other prefectures and counties, and it's not much different from the ghost soldiers in your underworld."

"No, no, no!" Lu Chen waved his hands repeatedly. "The Yin soldiers of our Great Underworld earn far more than you." Then, Lu Chen abruptly changed the subject, holding up a finger in front of the Yin soldier: "If you follow me, I'll give you ten thousand taels of silver every month, how about it?!"

"What?!" The ghostly soldier was dumbfounded: "Ten...ten thousand?!"

As if taking attendance, Lu Chen pointed at the surrounding Yin soldiers: "You! You! And you! Anyone willing to follow me will receive a monthly salary of ten thousand taels!"

"Wow—"

The entire City God Street was immediately thrown into turmoil!
All the ghost soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment once again.

Lu Chen spread his hands: "You guys only earn a few hundred taels a month, why are you risking your lives? Follow me, and you'll have good wine, good food, and a good life, whatever you want!"

"Insolence!" Five generals, fierce warriors under the command of the City God, stepped forward and pointed at Lu Chen, shouting, "Stop spouting nonsense! My City God Street alone has three thousand soldiers. According to your logic, you would have to pay them thirty million a month just for their salaries. Can you even come up with that?"

"You're the one who's so presumptuous!"

Xie Qingyi stepped forward, hands on her hips, and pointed at General Wudao: "Do you know that my general is also in charge of finances in the Underworld? What's a mere thirty million? Even three hundred million taels of silver, my general can come up with that! Right, General?"

Lu Chen gave her a thumbs up: "Super high level! Well said! What is thirty million taels of silver? Your City God just robbed us of six hundred thousand taels, didn't you see that I didn't even blink? A mere six hundred thousand is nothing in my eyes! Even if I pooped, six hundred thousand wouldn't be enough for me to wipe my butt."

"What?! Six hundred thousand taels of silver isn't even enough to clean up this mess?!"

The ghostly soldiers throughout the City God Street nearly popped their eyes out.

"Don't believe me?" Lu Chen waved his hand behind him: "Xiao Qing, Xiao Ru, Xiao Ma, show them the pocket money I usually give you, and let them see!"

"Yes, General!"

Three flashes of silver light appeared, and three thick stacks of ghost money gleamed in Xie Qingyi's and the other two's hands. The dazzling silver light once again made all the ghost soldiers gasp in shock.

This thickness is clearly no less than the 600,000 taels from before!

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu stared at the thick stacks of ghost money in their daughter's hand, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

Was all this money given by Lu Chen?

How many years would they have to work to accumulate this much!

After the three underworld messengers finished their display, they quickly put the money away, fearing that the old scoundrel, the City God, would snatch it from afar again.

At this moment, the three thousand City God's ghost soldiers could no longer sit still.

Lu Chen pressed his advantage, patted Xie Qingyi on the shoulder, and said loudly, "These are my personal underworld officers. Guess how much I pay them per month?"

"How much...how many?" The ghostly soldier swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

Lu Chen smiled slightly and slowly raised one finger.

"Ten thousand taels?"

Shake his head.

"Could it be 100,000 taels?"

Still shaking his head.

The hearts of the three thousand ghost soldiers almost stopped beating instantly.

"It...it can't be one million taels, can it?!" "You guessed it!" Lu Chen's voice suddenly rose: "My four Yin Messengers receive one million taels a month! That's twelve million taels a year! But—"

He deliberately drew out his words, waiting until all the ghostly soldiers held their breath and stared at him expectantly, before slowly continuing:
"At the end of the year, I will also give them a 50% bonus! That means each of them will be guaranteed a minimum of 18 million taels of silver per year!!"

Dead silence.

At this moment, the entire City God Street was deathly silent!
All the ghost soldiers and generals seemed to be under a spell, even Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were frozen in place, like two stone statues.

High above, from the prefectural city god to the county city god, everyone's eyes were wide open.

Eighteen million taels?!

The city god quickly calculated how many years he would have to work to earn that much.

The answer is at least 150 years!

I've worked hard for 150 years, and I still can't compare to the annual income of a minor underworld official?!
The city god felt his head buzzing.

"General!" Even the three great underworld messengers couldn't believe this number.

Lu Chen smiled gently at them: "Don't be surprised. From now on, we will pay according to this standard. It will arrive on the 20th of every month, without missing a single penny."

"Thank you, General!!" The three underworld messengers knelt down in unison, their voices choked with emotion, to express their gratitude.

Lu Chen then turned around and walked back to his hundred Yin soldiers, patting one of them on the shoulder:

"You are my first batch of personal guards, and I will never treat you unfairly! You have performed very well during this period! So from now on, each of you ghost soldiers will receive a monthly salary of 100,000 taels of silver! At the end of the year, you will also receive a 30% bonus, guaranteeing a minimum of 1.5 million taels of silver per year! Moreover, I guarantee that every penny of this money will go into your pockets, and no one will embezzle it!"

As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at the City God in the clouds.

"General!!!!!"

This number struck like a heavy hammer, bringing tears to the eyes of these ghostly soldiers.

One million and five hundred thousand taels!

This income is something even the King of Hell in the underworld could only dream of.

These are merely the lowest-ranking ghost soldiers in the underworld, yet they possess such incredible income.

In an instant, the hundred guards were all filled with rage and their blood boiled.

"Anyone who dares to touch my general! I'll slaughter their entire family!!!"

"Yes! Slaughter their entire family!!!!"

The hundred personal guards roared with earth-shattering fury, and the surging ghostly energy soared into the sky, their momentum subtly overpowering the three thousand City God's ghostly soldiers!
Lu Chen solemnly instructed, "From now on, when you salute, shout 'Loyalty!' This is the rule of my Lu family army!"

"Yes, General!!"

--"loyalty!!!"

The three great underworld messengers also raised their arms and shouted!

Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction, put his hands behind his back, and turned to look at the City God's ghostly soldiers who had begun to retreat:
"Now I'm giving you a chance! Surrender to me and your Yin soldiers will receive a monthly salary of 10,000 taels of silver, plus a 10% bonus at the end of the year, guaranteeing a minimum of 130,000 taels per year! Your Yin generals will receive a monthly salary of 50,000 to 100,000 taels of silver, plus a 20% bonus at the end of the year, guaranteeing a minimum of 700,000 to 1,400,000 taels per year!"
Listen carefully, this is just the basic salary!

If someone performs well, this general might be pleased and casually reward them with tens or hundreds of thousands of taels of silver; that's a common occurrence.

This general will never act like some people, taking the lion's share for themselves while leaving a pitiful 20,000 taels to distribute among your 3,000 soldiers.

Let me calculate. On average, each ghost soldier gets less than 7 silver.

How generous!

Lu Chen's cold laughter echoed throughout the street, each word like a knife stabbing into the hearts of the City God's ghostly soldiers.

"Now, I'll count to three! Those who are willing to surrender, stand behind me! From this day forward, you are people of the Underworld. I will take care of all your needs, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation!"
3!

2! "

The number "2" hadn't even landed yet—

"Crash!!!"

The three thousand Yin soldiers and generals exchanged glances and then surged towards Lu Chen's back like a flood bursting its banks.

What difference does it make where you are a ghost soldier?
Or even higher-ranking underworld soldiers!
The benefits are absolutely outrageous!

Not going would be foolish!
Even the Five Generals, the Day and Night Patrol Gods, and the City God Judge gritted their teeth, flashed to Lu Chen's side, and simultaneously turned their weapons to face the City Gods on the clouds.

Even more outrageous, the two personal judges beside the City God were eager to fly down and surrender, but were so frightened by the City God's angry snort that they dared not move.

Behind them, Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were completely dumbfounded.

Xie Qingyi and Fan Rusong exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at their general.

What does it mean to reduce enemy ships to ashes with a mere laugh?

That's my general!
"very good!!!"

The results are so outstanding!
Even Lu Chen couldn't help but admire his own extraordinary wisdom.

A trip to Chenghuang Street unexpectedly resulted in the inexplicable and furious annihilation of three thousand ghost soldiers and generals!
Let's see who dares to stop me from now on, and who dares to mess with me!
--"loyalty!!!!"

More than three thousand ghost soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and nearly causing the City Gods on the clouds to fall to the mortal realm.

"City God." Lu Chen turned around with a smile, looking at the dozens of City Gods on the cloud, their faces ashen, with a mighty army of three thousand soldiers behind them:

"Now, your soldiers... are all mine!"

　I had to work overtime today, and didn't get off work until almost nine o'clock.

　　I got home around 9:00 PM.

　　I ate a bite of food and didn't sit down at the computer until 9:40.

　　There's simply not enough time to write.

　　I finished writing and polishing this chapter, and it's just past 11:50.

　　I could have written over 4,000 words with just a few hundred more.

　　However, the author would never cater to every paying reader.

　　Although the young author's skill is far less than one ten-thousandth of that of the big names.

　　But I promise that I have written every chapter to the best of my ability, with 100% dedication.

　　I only ask that I have a clear conscience towards every paying reader!

　　Say a thousand words and ten thousand words.

　　Tonight...another all-nighter!!!

　　Everyone, get some rest early. You can watch it tomorrow morning.

　　I estimate I'll be writing until 3 or 4 AM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)