"I must trouble you, Fellow Daoist Gao!" Zhou Qing'ang said with a smile, transferring thirty thousand contribution points as he spoke.

This was Gao Yuan's payment. One thousand contribution points per cultivator processed—not a huge sum, but not insignificant either. It hadn't required much effort on his part.

Besides, both parties understood this was only the first batch. The real scale was yet to come.

Gao Yuan accepted without ceremony, pocketing the contribution points on the spot before making his promise. "If more ancient cultivators need to join the Alliance in the future, come to me. I'll ensure every procedure is handled without a single error.

"That said, to avoid drawing suspicion, it would be best to proceed in batches with intervals between them." He added this last part with a measure of tact.

Zhou Qing'ang cupped his hands. "You are as thoughtful as ever, Fellow Daoist Gao. I'm afraid I'll be imposing on you quite frequently from now on."

Gao Yuan's pulse quickened. He lowered his voice. "Could you give me a rough...