Eternal Tale

In this Mengmu, the price isn’’t measured by the number of roots, but by how many zhang!

One zhang costs a thousand mid-grade spirit stones. If it’’s a ten-thousand-year-old Mengmu, the price is even more exorbitant, but the resources invested are also greater.

Rumor has it that the price of a ten-thousand-year-old Mengmu is no longer measured in mid-grade spirit stones, but in high-grade ones!

Many legacies in this sea region have been cut off because of Mengmu, leading to complete bankruptcy. Without a five-thousand-year foundation, don’’t even think about earning spirit stones.

Cultivating the Mengxu Bi Baoshu requires not only several generations but also more than just spiritual qi.

This sea region is close to the Void Land, filled with various auras that occasionally flow into the sea region.

It absorbs these auras to grow, which is why this wood doesn’’t grow elsewhere; the environment creates different life forms.

The spiritual herbs and trees of the great world do not gain a year’’s age every year but must meet their required conditions and environment to increase their age.

Just like the Crane Spirit Tree in the small boundary, if the spiritual qi concentration is insufficient, its age is fixed and won’’t increase.

In short, these Mengmu, if not carefully tended and heavily resourced, may have their growth fixed at a few thousand years.Perhaps some Mengxu Bi Baoshu have good growth environments and can reach ten thousand years, but they are rare.

Rumor has it that there is an ancient family in the Mengmu Sea Region, known as the Mu family.

This clan’’s descendants with Wood Element Spirit Roots are quite prosperous, and they can even use secret methods to cultivate Mengmu, wielding immense power.

Even the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Array Disk dares not speak much of this ancient clan, usually only mentioning particularly large business dealings.

”Senior, that’’s about it. This is all the junior knows.”

Mo Fuyang had a slight sweat on his forehead, grateful that he listened to news every day; otherwise, he might have struggled to answer this senior’’s questions.

”Hmm... Mengmu, Mu family.”

Chen Xun continued writing with his head down, a gleam in his eyes, ”Then let’’s start from the junkyard here. Earning spirit stones without stealing or robbing is never shameful.”

”Moo~”

Black Bull sat in the junk pile, dark and plump, as if it wanted to merge with the junkyard.

From a distance, you might not even notice there was a Black Bull there.

Chen Xun suddenly chuckled, and Black Bull looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was laughing about.

”Bull, I’’m happy. Let’’s open a recycling plant!”

He gazed into the distance, exuding an imposing aura. This junkyard, like mountains and seas, was his kingdom. ”Let’’s start from scratch and then make a trip to Li Chen Island to accumulate some initial spirit stones.”

”Moo moo~~”

Black Bull spread its divine sense all around, lightly waving its hoof, and in an instant, several fragments appeared in a pile of junk, quite conveniently and efficiently.

Chen Xun squinted slightly; using divine sense to find these things was quite convenient.

But doing everything personally earned too few spirit stones. If thousands of people helped, they could gather tens of thousands of such fragments in one go.

He gradually looked at Mo Fuyang, revealing a smile with an inexplicable meaning.

At this moment, Mo Fuyang was looking at Black Bull with envy.

He thought if he had such power, who knows how fast his online store would be, and reaching the Transformation stage would be no problem.

But he forgot the basics; if he really had such power, others wouldn’’t come to this place for such petty gains, purely wasting their lifespan.

At this moment, on a small garbage hill.

”Xun, Brother Bull, Sister Crane and I found a rain fan magical artifact, and there’’s a spiritual power fluctuation!”

”Big Brother, Second Brother, there are so many unwanted magical artifacts.”

Little Chi and Little Crane were exceptionally excited, not minding the junkyard at all, even starting to brandish those broken magical artifacts.

Little Chi’’s claws dug everywhere, wanting to look at everything, not even knowing what sticky stuff was stuck to its claws.

Little Crane watched and chuckled, quickly helping Little Chi clean up.

The latter’’s eyes gleamed continuously, having already stored quite a few things in its little lion head storage ring.

These things were the first real possessions of its Beiming Red Lion in the Great World of Taiyi!

”Haha...”

”Moo moo~”

Chen Xun and Black Bull laughed out loud. These magical artifacts were useless; forcing their use might even cause them to explode, and the cost of repair might be similar to buying a new one.

”Little Chi.”

”Xun!”

”Look for this metal called Great Desolate Black God Crystal; it’’s worth spirit stones.”

Chen Xun lightly tapped his finger, and a fragment instantly appeared before Little Chi’’s eyes, ”Let’’s just recycle this stuff.”

Roar!

Little Chi’’s flame-like divine sense wrapped around, nodding heavily, ”Understood, Xun, watch me!”

Boom! Boom!

In an instant, a large amount of garbage rolled down, Little Chi’’s body emitting a faint flame glow, its claws becoming sharper, digging through the junk like a dog.

Large chunks of various fragments were dug out, and Little Crane quickly helped, with branches extending from the junk pile, constantly searching.

”Moo~~”

Black Bull snorted, running to another side, also wanting to find these fragments, not letting the third sister and fourth brother do all the work.

At the edge of the junkyard, Chen Xun and Mo Fuyang still stood in place.

”Little friend, care to take a walk?”

”Senior, please, after you.”

Mo Fuyang was still lost in thought, pulled back to reality by Chen Xun’’s words, speaking somewhat flustered.

They walked slowly along the edge of the junkyard, where there were few cultivators, most being in the center, quite far from the edge.

The newly arrived garbage made it easier to find valuable things.

Today’’s sunlight was quite glaring, the sea breeze gentle.

A figure in white walked ahead, with a calm demeanor, followed respectfully by an honest middle-aged man.

”Little friend, I wish to establish a recycling plant. Would you be willing to work for me?”

”Senior? This junior is without talent or ability...”

”Strength can be slowly improved. Besides, we’’re just collecting garbage, not seizing others’’ resources, not infringing on anyone’’s interests.”

Chen Xun walked slowly ahead, a smile on his lips, ”You scavenging alone is still scavenging, isn’’t it the same if we scavenge together?”

He suddenly stopped, looking into the distance, ”Why not work together to grow this industry, benefiting the world of immortals’’ environment?”

Mo Fuyang slowly looked at the somewhat glaring figure, speaking in a deep voice, ”Senior, with your strength... there’’s really no need to associate with us.”

”Even Misty only collects the garbage of Xuanwei Heaven, they still look down on this industry.”

”In my heart, cultivators, as long as they’’re not evil, have no high or low status, only different positions. In this vast world, no one can block a cultivator’’s path.”

Chen Xun spoke calmly, slightly turning his head, ”Since you’’ve chosen this difficult path, it’’s naturally because you’’re unwilling to accept your fate, willing to make one last effort.”

”Being someone with a firm Dao heart, I can pretend I didn’’t hear those words earlier.”

After speaking, he continued walking slowly, his entire being filled with stories, exuding an inexplicable aura.

His words were deeply moving.

Mo Fuyang trembled slightly, closely following behind Chen Xun. He had never been willing to accept his fate, never content with his five-element low-grade spirit root.

He had worked odd jobs in the Immortal Pavilion, sought immortality in sects, only to find his humble origins, limited aptitude, and restricted resources...

Most of his fellow Daoists could only reach the Golden Elixir phase before they completely disappeared.

The faces and voices of those former friends gradually faded from memory.

Scavengers were seen as a disgrace by many cultivators, a subject of ridicule.

Even Golden Elixir cultivators with five-element low-grade spirit roots would rather die than come to this place.

This identity was the lowest of the low in the great world, a joke so big that even killing and robbing couldn’’t target such people.

Yet Mo Fuyang still came out, reaching the Elemental Infant phase.

Even now, with nothing left, his Dao heart remained firm, believing he could continue on...