Cultivators hadn't finished speaking when dozens of ragged, skeletal people had already rushed forward to scramble for a signup.
Ni Dazheng said, "You see, Elder, there's no shortage of poor people in this world."
Bai Yiyi, however, unexpectedly responded, "These cultivators are only allowed to draw half from the spirit of immortality; the treatment seems quite alright."
Ni Dazheng laughed, "That's because wash workers can only use half the spirit of immortality for themselves; the remaining ninety-five percent must be turned over."
Bai Yiyi exclaimed, "What? The exploitation is so severe, and yet there are so many willing to do this?"
Ni Dazheng cheerfully said, "Of course they're scrambling to do it. These wash workers only get one transmission in their lifetime. Without this opportunity, they couldn't dream of breathing immortality in their next lives either. Giving them half is already generous."
