After Fu Yang left, the dim room fell silent once more.
Jiang Ping An braced himself against his legs and stood up.
"We need to figure out a way to make money quickly."
He knew Fu Yang had not been joking. If he failed to earn more than two hundred billion Holy Land Coins within ten years as agreed, he would definitely be thrown out of the Holy Land.
By then, if he refused to leave the Holy Land, they would have ten thousand ways to make him leave.
But with his cultivation, earning more than two hundred billion Holy Land Coins within ten years would be extremely difficult—one could even say impossible.
Even if he took on the most dangerous and difficult missions available at his realm, he would not receive a reward of two hundred billion Holy Land Coins.
Unless, like last time, he encountered a High Lord God carrying a Void God Realm divine weapon.
Jiang Ping An returned to the Phantom Spirit Cultivation Platform. As he healed his injuries, he entered the Divine Ruins Space to search for a way to strike it rich.
The Divine Ruins Space's mission area was filled with all kinds of posted tasks.
Jiang Ping An filtered out the missions that would be difficult to complete with his current cultivation.
[Is anyone forming a team to head to the Spirit-Severing Cold Sea in search of Blacklight Cold Ice? This mission can probably earn one hundred million Holy Land Coins.] [Urgently need one Nirvana Lingzhi. Reward: thirty million Holy Land Coins!] [The fighting on the front lines is growing increasingly intense. Mid-level Lord Gods who enlist will receive a reward of one billion Holy Land Coins.]
"The Holy Land and private individuals have posted a great