Today... The Weather Is So Fine

Within Immaculate Immortal Ridge.

Chen Xun and Black Bull traveled in all directions, bidding everyone farewell one by one. More than thirty thousand Soul-Nourishing Spirit-Weeping Clan members knelt on one knee, carrying out their race's special immortal farewell rite.

Qing Li and Qing Wan in particular watched them off with respect. For the Dao Ancestor's family, their branch would give their lives without hesitation, their original resolve unchanged—just as when they had drawn their swords to defend Garbage Island, fearless in the face of life and death.

Gu Lisheng and Song Heng had long been mentally prepared. After all, the factory owner had told them about it when he returned.

Yet when this day truly arrived, they still felt somewhat wistful. They wondered whether Ji Yan would withhold their Spirit Stones.

After all, they would need them to buy boat tickets in the future. Though teleportation arrays were somewhat cheaper, their teleportation range was utterly insufficient in the Great World.

They waved farewell from the ground with smiles. Now was the time to cultivate in peace, and they were not anxious in the slightest. Once they saw Chen Xun and the others disappear, the two had already begun making their little calculations.

For instance, how to raise their Spirit Stone salaries under that pretty boy, and a hundred ways to keep that pretty boy in check. If Song Heng could break through to the Void Refining Realm, he even planned to pick up some side work.

For example, helping other old cultivators inspect feng shui and the like. Though he did not enjoy building tombs for others, life now forced his hand. One had to be able to take things up and put them down—earning Spirit Stones was nothing to be ashamed of!

Thus, today he made a decision that