"I never imagined that what they found here wasn't a blessed land spirit mine, but a Spirit Peak Spirit Mine!"
"Then wouldn't its annual output be in the hundreds of thousands?"
"Have they determined its grade and assessed its output?"
In the camp, everyone was stunned when they heard the news.
But a spirit mine's precise output was always confidential. They could only infer from the usual figures that it would fall somewhere between several hundred thousand and several million, most likely around a million.
Sun Zhuo took Fang Qianyuan inside to pay their respects. Jiang Yunfeng hid nothing from them, telling them directly, "It is indeed a vein belonging to a low-grade spirit peak. With extraction methods that leave its foundations intact, its annual output can exceed a million. Keep that to yourselves. Don't spread it around."
Sun Zhuo's eyes burned with desire. "A million! If we claim this spirit mine, our dividends alone could reach around ten thousand a year."
An ordinary person might have little sense of what that figure meant, but measured in spirit creatures, it was enough wealth to support two hundred high-grade spirit creatures. Even accounting for a Spirit Tamer owning more than one high-grade spirit creature, several mid-grade and low-grade spirit creatures, and his own expenses, it could still support over twenty ninth transformation disciples!
Sun Zhuo had already told Fang Qianyuan that money could not do everything, but without money, one could do nothing. If they could get their hands on this wealth, it would undoubtedly help both of them grow much stronger.
Whether they spent heavily on raising spirit creatures, equipped themselves with Inscribed Talismans and treasures, or even used natural treasures and pills to improve their cultivation, the gains would be enormous.
But recalling something, Sun Zhuo could not help