Soft Feather looked at her half of the Spirit Stones. She had originally wanted to refuse them—because she wasn't short on Spirit Stones.
She, Soft Feather, was rich.
But when she thought about how these were the first Spirit Stones she and Senior Song had earned together, it felt rather fun, so she nodded and accepted her share.
Song Shuhang, who had been completely penniless, was delighted to have another batch of Spirit Stones. He split them between his Heaven-Earth Bracelet and his Core World—you couldn't put all your eggs in one basket, and you couldn't hide all your money in one place either.
Inside the Core World, the Core Assistant silently glanced at where Song Shuhang had hidden the Spirit Stones and recorded the location—if Mr. Tyrant Song wanted to use Whale-Spending Strike in the future, she could promptly dig them out and transfer them away to be sacrificed for power.
"Come on, Soft Feather. Let's look around some other places." Song Shuhang was in an excellent mood.
Together with the two Soft Feathers, one black and one white, Song Shuhang resumed strolling along the paths of the Heavenly River Su Clan.
Half a day later...
Song Shuhang and Soft Feather were by a large lake, one sitting and one standing, quietly fishing.
"Thank you, fellow daoists. Although I would very much like to thank you in person, I am at a critical stage of my secluded cultivation. Please forgive me. These few humble Spirit Stones are a small token; please accept them." Just then, a Daoist's deep voice came from the center of the lake.
Then a chest landed beside Song Shuhang and Soft Feather.
The two put down their fishing rods, silently opened the chest, poured out the Spirit Stones, counted them, recorded the amount, and