Island Lord

Inverted Mountain.

Three years had passed. The ground once strewn with rubble had long since become flat and clean. Useless stones had been thrown beyond the mountain, while useful ones had been gathered and sorted into several small piles by type.

The dozen or so crude stone houses had also been thoroughly renovated by their owners and now looked completely new.

When Zhao Sheng appeared here again, this was the vastly transformed scene that greeted him.

Bang! As if sensing someone's arrival, the ground split open with a bang, and a pebble sprang out, smashing heavily into the ground three paces from Zhao Sheng.

"Ah, ah, we didn't judge wrong. You finally came. So, how many Top-Grade Spirit Stones did you bring this time?"

Zhao Sheng untied the bundle at his waist and said, "No Top-Grade Spirit Stones, but I do have over a hundred Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. Do you want them?"

"Want them? How could we not!" Stone Spirit blinked and bounced twice on the spot, looking utterly listless.

With a clatter, a pile of glittering Spirit Stones spilled onto the ground. Some rolled right up before Stone Spirit.

Stone Spirit was overjoyed. It hurriedly opened its mouth and inhaled, and one egg-sized Mid-Grade Spirit Stone after another rose into the air, rushing to fly into its mouth.

In the blink of an eye, more than one hundred sixty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones had vanished. Stone Spirit let out a satisfied burp, and its pair of red eyes shone ever more brilliantly.

"It's been so long since we ate our fill. Little brother, you're a good person. We prepared plenty of stones. Go pick some quickly."

Zhao Sheng nodded at it and walked over to the several stone piles nearby. With a sweeping glance, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed