"As my Cultivation Realm rises, the amount of cultivation resources I require grows ever greater. Having such a logistics base with a decent output isn't bad at all."
Returning to his own stronghold, protected by the Island Protection Array, Zhang Qingyuan finally relaxed.
The flow of people on the island was clearly far greater than when he had left.
Especially since he had established organizations modeled after the adventurers' guilds and similar institutions from fantasy novels in his previous life. As time passed and their reputation spread, more Rogue Cultivators had come here to make a living.
They formed Mercenary Squads, taking on missions to escort Merchant Caravans, joining forces to hunt Sea Beasts entrenched in certain areas for resources, or banding together to accept all manner of assignments issued by the Moon Liên Islands authorities.
This greatly prospered the island itself.
His Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire small island, and Zhang Qingyuan could even Perceive the scenes within the Mercenary Square, taverns, and similar buildings—Rogue Cultivator mercenaries boasting and chatting nonsense, drinking, and making a ruckus.
Beyond these Rogue Cultivator mercenaries, even more low-level Spirit Essence Realm Rogue Cultivators bustled back and forth like workers and farmers, hauling up all sorts of Spiritual energy-infused treasures harvested from the sea. Some brought them to the market to set up stalls; others lined up at purchasing stations run by the Island Authority, exchanging their goods for Low-grade Spirit Stones or cheap cultivation pills, while setting aside a portion to repay their monthly loans.
The scenes unfolding across the island differed greatly from those of other Cultivation Markets.
Yet in Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, they possessed a different kind of civilized harmony.
"Perhaps this is the lingering influence of thoughts from my previous life."
To transform this world into the way he wanted