Eternal Tale

”Senior!”

He suddenly stopped, his eyes becoming resolute. ”What do you need me to do?”

Chen Xun slowly turned around, a faint smile on his face. ”How many spirit stones can one earn in a year at the Elemental Infant phase here?”

”Excluding the time needed to restore mana, about fifty mid-grade spirit stones a year.”

”Five thousand mid-grade spirit stones in a hundred years. If used to purchase mid-tier sixth-grade pills, that’’s only forty bottles, which could increase cultivation by about 120 years.”

”Yes, Senior, we Taobao people trade our lifespan for resources.”

Mo Fuyang spoke solemnly. Cultivating with spirit stones takes too much time, and the effect isn’’t as quick as pills. Cultivators like them don’’t develop resistance to pills.

Moreover, they can’’t maximize the effect of spirit stones, such as setting up Gathering Spirit Arrays.

Realm-Breaking Pills are also out of reach, costing more than three times higher-grade pills. For those with mediocre aptitude, even a whole bottle might not yield results.

”If I give you a hundred spirit stones a year, you only need to find four pounds of Great Desolate Black God Crystal. Find more, and I’’ll give you more. You don’’t need to spend time refining.”Chen Xun’’s eyes showed a hint of thought. ”I wonder if the friends in these junkyards would be willing to help?”

”Senior, a hundred spirit stones for four pounds, and more for more? Just in a year?”

”Yes.”

”Senior, a hundred for four pounds? In just a year?”

”Yes.”

”…”

Mo Fuyang’’s throat kept moving, asking twice, wiping the sweat from his forehead. ”Senior, I’’m sure the fellow Daoists in the junkyard will give it their all.”

Finding four pounds is too easy, at most three months, and it doesn’’t take much time.

Their main time is spent on refining materials with infant fire, which is the most grueling and not always successful, sometimes ending with nothing.

”Well, there’’s no rush for this matter. We can plan long-term. I don’’t have spirit stones yet.”

”Understood, Senior.”

Mo Fuyang’’s eyes grew more excited, even wanting to rush to Taobao now. It’’s a sea of junk, inexhaustible, with a constant supply every century.

Moreover, there are four large junk islands in the distance. Thinking of this, his breathing became heavier.

”Hehe, we can earn spirit stones together. Think bigger. We won’’t be limited to the junk island, and I won’’t shortchange you.”

”Senior, I understand.”

Mo Fuyang was now somewhat tongue-tied, unable to fully accept such a great opportunity, never expecting such good fortune to come his way.

Chen Xun patted his shoulder, smiling. ”Let’’s go, we have some shopping to do.”

Mo Fuyang quickly followed, still honest and sincere. In the junk mountain, he worked diligently, afraid of dirtying this senior’’s hands.

Chen Xun scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. Sometimes, he couldn’’t fully discern and needed to carefully select again.

Some metals weren’’t necessarily fragments of the Great Desolate Black God Crystal, just somewhat similar.

Many fragments were deeply buried in some magical artifacts, completely invisible to the naked eye, taking more time than imagined.

Mo Fuyang was very diligent, carefully examining the trash Chen Xun filtered with mana, not daring to miss anything.

Time passed bit by bit, and suddenly, several figures appeared in the boundless junk mountain—three people, a black bull, and a red Rengar...

They roamed everywhere, picking up trash but laughing and joking along the way, not at all looking downcast.

Mo Fuyang gradually integrated into this small team, infected by the atmosphere, becoming more spirited, his voice more robust.

Occasionally, some Taobao cultivators passed by, respectfully greeting Chen Xun and the others as seniors.

Their eyes showed a hint of curiosity, then they moved elsewhere, not daring to interact much.

Little Crane and Little Chi even saw a pair of Elemental Infant human-like couples. The latter’’s skin was pale blue, and their pupils were different from humans, somewhat flat.

They hurriedly went to make friends, scaring the others into almost screaming, their expressions becoming extremely respectful. In the world of immortals, the strong are revered, and these were Transformation seniors!

Chen Xun and Black Bull weren’’t worried. The races here were generally of mediocre aptitude, lacking means, and not good at dueling.

The main thing was these people had good character, with a resilient tenacity.

...

In the blink of an eye, time flew by. Chen Xun and the others braved the elements, lingering in the vast junkyard, admiring the two brilliant suns and the desolate moonlight.

They also savored the tranquility of the junkyard, its unique ’’fragrance,’’ and a year passed swiftly.

Chen Xun and Black Bull also added longevity points to their defense.

Today, the sky was somewhat overcast, the clouds low, and the sky filled with gray-yellow clouds. The Taobao seekers in the junkyard rarely looked up to see the clouds clearly.

At the foot of a barren mountain not far from the junkyard’’s edge.

A garbage recycling plant made from ’’commonplace’’ ten-thousand-year-old trees stood on the ground. The plant was quite simple, a hundred feet long and wide.

Surrounded by various arrays and barriers, its safety was quite high.

But inside, it was just an empty shell, scattered with many Great Desolate Black God Crystals, all about the size of a fingernail, with the largest being thumb-thick.

Outside hung a newly crafted sign: Garbage Recycling Plant, a simple and unassuming name.

At this moment, five figures stood inside the plant, each with a more solemn expression than the last, contemplating the items on the ground.

”Big brother, about four hundred pounds. If sold, it should fetch forty thousand mid-grade spirit stones.”

Little Crane looked up with a smile, holding a small booklet. She had calculated many times. ”The refined Black God Crystals are small but quite heavy.”

Little Chi chuckled. They lacked experience, digging up much useless waste that the two big brothers couldn’’t refine, wasting some time. Otherwise, they could have earned more.

Mo Fuyang’’s eyelids twitched, his fingers trembling. Forty thousand mid-grade spirit stones, what a concept.

He would have to refine junk for eight hundred years without rest or cultivation to earn that many spirit stones!

The lifespan of an Elemental Infant is limited, meaning he could stay here until death and still not earn as many spirit stones as others in two years, living in vain.

In this great world, many strong individuals could earn that many spirit stones in a day, but they were too far from him, unreachable.

But now, this reality appeared right beside him, and he couldn’’t fully accept it. The gap between cultivators was too vast.

”Hehe, as expected of our Little Crane.”

”Moo~”

”Little brother said Sister Crane is destined for great things!”

Chen Xun, Black Bull, and Little Chi praised, while Little Crane just held her booklet, smiling shyly, happy to help her big brothers.

”Mo Fuyang.”

”Senior.”

”Take these three bottles of Ancient Supreme Pills. You’’ve worked hard with us this year, and there may be more to do in the future.”

Chen Xun took out three bottles of Ancient Supreme Pills from his storage ring, smiling. ”This is just a small matter, the beginning.”

”Thank you, Senior Chen Xun.”

Mo Fuyang respectfully cupped his hands, without any pretense, knowing these seniors were truly doing great things. He also bowed to the others. ”Thank you, Seniors.”

As he finished speaking, Chen Xun suddenly looked at Black Bull, who nodded slightly. The large teleportation array had been set up with Little Chi, with the last material in place...