"Brother Fang, I didn't bring anything valuable for this exam, so this ten million is just a little gesture from me."
"Okkk, it's not about the amount, it's the thought that counts!" Fang Jueyu mumbled to himself, "Cheapskate!"
"Brother Fang, I don't have much else either. I've taken over two cities in the Root Universe, and they're yours now!"
"Hahaha, good, good, I'll send someone to take over in a couple of days, have a safe journey, brother."
...
Millions of martial artists lined up in a long queue. Fang Jueyu and his avatars stood in a row, somehow managing to pull out a thousand tables and chairs, and sat down, registering each martial artist's "gift" to him in a small notebook.
With millions of people, that means each person had to receive a few thousand individuals. It was quite an undertaking; anyone unaware might have thought this was some sort of pyramid scheme.
