Surviving in the Black Sea for one day required ten Top-Tier Spirit Stones?
That was even faster than robbery. Ten per person—what about a hundred people, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand? And the creatures living within the Black Sea likely numbered in the tens of millions at the very least.
With that, the Black Sea's daily income rivaled the total monthly income of a great clan.
Even Ye Lin could not help feeling tempted. The Black Sea faction seemed to have existed since ancient times and persisted until now; who knew how astonishing a fortune it had amassed?
This made Ye Lin regard the Black Sea with even greater importance.
Once his cultivation rose in the future, he would definitely make another trip to the Black Sea. By then, his intentions would no longer be so simple.
But the man before him knew nothing of Ye Lin's thoughts. Seeing Ye Lin stare at him without saying a word, he suddenly began to feel uneasy, though he had no idea why.
Then Ye Lin took out a Spatial Ring from his Spatial Ring. It contained all of the Mountain-Moving Daoist's collection, and there were quite a few good items within.
Ye Lin removed the few treasures useful to himself, then tossed the Spatial Ring to the man in front of him.
"Help me check how many Survival Points the things in there are worth."
"Please wait."
The black-robed man accepted the Spatial Ring and began inspecting and calculating its contents. A minute later, he looked at Ye Lin in surprise.
"Guest, they are worth a total of 1.32 million Survival Points. Would you like to exchange all of them?"
Ye Lin nodded at that. He had looked through the Mountain-Moving Daoist's lifetime collection; there were indeed many items inside,