Zhou Xuan's tone was utterly calm, yet carried the overbearing certainty of someone who held everything in his grasp.
"Have them collect origin sources tainted by corruption, or hunt monsters eroded by turbid qi."
“Send all that Scrap and residue to the Immortal-Burying Abyss.”
“I'll use the Purifier to turn that garbage into Top-Grade Crystal Stones.”
Old Ancestor Cangwu sucked in a sharp breath.
He was a clever man and instantly understood Zhou Xuan's intent.
This would turn the tens of thousands of Cultivators across Central Province into unpaid miners!
And those miners would work themselves to the bone to deliver even more Scrap.
"That's a vicious move," Old Ancestor Cangwu marveled.
"Vicious?" Zhou Xuan shook his head. "I'm leaving them a way to survive. This is mutual benefit."
"If we don't give them a taste of something sweet, who would willingly risk their lives?"
"A taste is fine, but we absolutely can't give them too much!"
An exceedingly sycophantic voice suddenly cut in from the side.
Old Ancestor Xuanming had sidled over at some point, still clutching the Storage Bag full of Crystal Stones tightly to his chest.
His plump face was brimming with penny-pinching calculations.
"Token Master, I heard everything you just said."
Old Ancestor Xuanming leaned toward Zhou Xuan and lowered his voice, looking as though he were presenting a treasure.
"Making those sects do the work is a brilliant idea."
“But we absolutely can't trade Crystal Stones directly for their Scrap. We'd lose far too much!”
Old Ancestor Cangwu glared at him.
“If you don't give them Crystal Stones, why would they risk their lives for you? Do you think those sect masters are idiots?”
Old Ancestor Xuanming rolled his eyes, his face full of contempt.
"What the hell does a sword-swinger like you know? This