Making Money Isn't Shameful

Making money isn't shameful.

The black cemetery was silent, with only the crows' shrill cries breaking the stillness.

Three tombstones stood in the graveyard, marking the resting places of Shao Lingyun's former companions.

"Chen Yu" had brought in new cultivators, and the dead had already been replaced by newcomers.

But death was death. Once someone died, they could not return.

Shao Lingyun could persuade himself that they were merely data within a dreamscape, Illusions created by the Dream Maker behind the scenes. But the feelings he had poured into them were real. They were not false.

Dead was dead.

A day had passed since that battle, yet he had no desire to continue exploring. He simply sat in the cemetery, staring silently at the three tombstones for a long time.

"Junior Brother, you came here again."

Turning around, he saw his Senior Sister standing there, quietly looking at the tombstones with him.

In the previous great battle, she had been the only one to return alive.

Perhaps because she was the only Ghost Cultivator in the entire dreamscape, everyone else's deaths had been true deaths, while she alone had managed to escape.

Even so, the enemy had severely damaged her Primordial Spirit. She could no longer fight and could only wander quietly through the graveyard.

Besides her, "Chen Yu" had also come here.

To Shao Lingyun, who knew the dreamscape's true purpose, "Chen Yu" was a mysterious and sinister existence.

His arrival had been inexplicable. In a sect already sealed off by mist, he had somehow still managed to bring in new cultivators. It was baffling.

Moreover, he often brought new building blueprints and accessories, leaving everyone utterly unable to understand how he did it.

Although he claimed that he came here to do business because he liked money, Shao