Field Training Mission

"Phew. We survived."

Mo Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the wrecked stage.

Zhou Sining glanced at the Cyan-Yellow Demonesses collapsing around them and withdrew his Gangsha domain.

He pulled out his phone and contacted Ling Ling. "The mother is dead. Tell them to come in and clean up."

When he turned back, Mo Fan had somehow crawled over to the Scale-Skin Mother Demon's corpse.

Pinpricks of deep-blue light streamed out of the corpse, gathering into a complete soul.

It was the Scale-Skin Mother Demon's Spirit Essence, worth at least twenty million on the market.

After watching for a few seconds, Zhou Sining shook his head. He wasn't going to fight Mo Fan for it.

With the system, his only real weakness now was how hard it was to earn serious money.

Speaking of earning a little cash...

The commissions he had taken in the Ancient Capital had all been night-watch duties on the Outer City Wall.

They were the simplest jobs, open to anyone regardless of cultivation, so they didn't pay much—about two to five hundred a night on average.

Besides, the System Shop covered nearly all his everyday needs. Most of the time, taking jobs for money didn't even cross his mind.

When an emergency mobilization called for clearing out Undead, he would receive a decent payment afterward, too.

For instance, he had received a full two hundred thousand for helping his team kill that Rotting Poison Corpse General.

Jobs that sent people beyond the wall to destroy graveyards certainly paid more.

But he could safely earn plenty of life points and practice his magic by killing Demon Beasts from the Outer City Wall. Why risk his life outside for something he could get so easily?

Even after the system had undergone a major