Mo Family Automaton Workshop.
A cultivator holding a ruler sighed softly. "Fellow Daoist Rat, we truly hadn't monitored that Earth Tremor Worm, nor did we expect it to suddenly die.
"If you hadn't come to warn us, I fear it might have caused some trouble."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply. "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist."
White Rat sat properly in a chair to the side and waved a paw. "One of my junior brothers from the sect discovered this matter. The credit does not belong to me.
"Once this Earth Tremor Worm dies, the wounds it has accumulated from the earth should be released.
"The minerals that were originally within our grasp will turn into vengeful souls and fierce ghosts, with no shortage of Golden Core-level ones among them.
"What do you think?"
After all, the shop the Mo Family had placed within the Four Seasons Sect was open to the public. The two sides were partners, so one party naturally could not make the decision alone.
The Mo Family cultivator replied, "After Fellow Daoist arrived, I already consulted the elders of my sect. We have decided to make this matter public—the vengeful souls and fierce ghosts are dangerous, but they are also opportunities.
"Cultivators contend with heaven and struggle for their lives. Things cannot always be smooth sailing.
"Those willing to enter the mine vein and slay demons and exorcise evil will naturally gain a batch of resources. Of course, they may also perish.
"We will lay everything out in full and let the cultivators decide for themselves.
"What do you think?"
Under the cultivator's gaze, White Rat shook its head indifferently. "Cultivating the Dao is a struggle for life. It should be this way.
"This should be your first time cooperating with our Four Seasons Sect, Fellow Daoist.