The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

And this kind of Mongolian wood is not sold by the number of sticks, but by the number of feet!

One foot is equivalent to a thousand middle-grade spiritual stones. If it is ten thousand years of Mongolian wood, the price will be more expensive, but more resources will be invested.

According to rumors, the price of Wannian Mengmu is no longer measured by middle-grade spiritual stones, but by high-grade ones!

The inheritance of many forces in this ocean area was cut off because of the fog, and they were completely bankrupt. Without a family that could support them for five thousand years, there was no way they could even think about earning spiritual stones.

The cultivation of the Mengxu Bibao tree not only requires several generations, but also requires more than just aura.

This sea area is close to the land of nothingness, and it is filled with various auras, which will flow into the sea area from time to time.

It also absorbs the breath in it to grow, so this tree does not grow in other places. The environment creates the existence of different creatures.

The elixirs and spiritual trees of the great world do not grow in age one year after another, but only grow in age when the conditions and environment required for them are met.

Just like the Crane Spirit Tree in a small area, if the concentration of spiritual energy is not enough, it will die and stop growing.

All in all, if these Mongolian trees are not taken care of carefully and a lot of resources are invested, they may grow to death in a few thousand years.

Maybe some Mengxu Bibao trees have a good growing environment and can live to be ten thousand years old, but there are very few of them.

According to rumors, there is an ancient family in the Mengmu Sea Area, named Mu Family.

The descendants of this family's wood-type spiritual roots are quite prosperous, and they can even cultivate Mengmu using secret methods, and their power is overwhelming.

Even the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Array Pan did not dare to tell the news about this ancient clan. They usually only talked about some particularly big business dealings.

"Senior, that's probably it. This is all this junior knows."

Mo Fuyang's forehead was slightly sweaty. Fortunately, he listened to the news every day, otherwise it would be difficult for him to answer what the senior asked.

"Well...Meng Mu, Mu family."

Chen Xun was still writing with his head down, his eyes flashing with light, "Then let's start from the garbage dump here. Earn spiritual stones without stealing or robbing, and never live in poverty."

"Moo~"

The big black cow is sitting in the garbage pile, black and fat, as if it wants to become one with the garbage pile.

Even looking here from a distance, you might not be able to tell that there is a big black cow here.

Chen Xun suddenly sneered, and the big black cow looked at Chen Xun in confusion. Why was he laughing?

"Old Niu, I'm so happy, let's open a garbage recycling plant!"

He looked to the west with a domineering look. The mountains and seas of garbage dumps were his territory. "First we will start our own business, and then we will go to Lichen Island to accumulate primitive spiritual stones."

"Moo~~"

The big black bull's spiritual consciousness spread to the west, he waved the bull's paw, and in an instant, several fragments appeared in a garbage pile, which was quite convenient and efficient.

Chen Xun narrowed his eyes slightly. It was very convenient to find this kind of thing with his spiritual consciousness.

However, if I work on it myself, I will earn too few spirit stones. If tens of thousands of people help, there will be tens of thousands of these fragments in one go.

He gradually looked at Mo Fuyang, and suddenly showed an inexplicable smile.

At this time, Mo Fuyang was looking at the big black cow with envy.

I thought that if he had such strength, I wonder how fast Taobao would be, and it would not be a problem to practice to become a god.

But he forgot the fundamentals. If he really had this kind of strength, no one else would come to a place like this to see such a petty profit, which was a waste of life.

At this time, there was a small garbage mountain.

"Brother Xun, Brother Niu, Sister He and I found a rain fan magic weapon, and it also has spiritual power fluctuations!"

"Eldest brother, second brother, there are many unwanted magic weapons."

Xiaochi and Xiaohe were extremely excited and didn't mind the garbage dump at all. They even started gesticulating with the broken magic weapons.

Xiao Chi's claws were pawing everywhere, looking for everything, and there was even something sticky stuck on his claws.

Xiao He pursed his lips and chuckled, and quickly helped Xiao Chi clean up.

The latter's eyes were constantly shining, and he had already put a lot of things in his little lion head storage ring.

These things are the real first possessions of the Beiming Red Lion in Taiyi World!

"Ha ha..."

"Moo~"

Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu laughed out loud. These magical weapons were useless. They would even explode if they were used forcefully. The cost of repairing them might be about the same as buying a new one.

"Xiao Chi."

"Brother Xun!"

"Looking for this metal called the Great Wild Black God Crystal, this is a valuable spiritual stone."

Chen Xun tapped his finger, and a fragment instantly appeared in front of Xiao Chi, "Let's recycle this thing."

Roar!

Xiaochi Yanguang's consciousness wrapped around him and he nodded heavily: "I understand, Brother Xun, it's up to me!"

Bang!Bang!

In an instant, a large amount of garbage rolled down, and Xiao Chi's body emitted a faint flame. His claws became sharper, and he searched for treasure like a dog.

A large piece, a large piece of various debris was dug out. Xiaohe hurriedly helped, and branches actually stuck out of the garbage pile, and he kept rummaging through it.

"Moo~~"

The big black cow snorted and ran to the other side. It also wanted to find these fragments. It couldn't just leave Sanmei and Xidi busy.

At the edge of the garbage dump, Chen Xun and Mo Fuyang were still standing in place.

"My little friend, let's go for a walk together?"

"Senior please, senior please come first."

Mo Fuyang was still in a daze, but was instantly brought back to reality by Chen Xun's words, which made him panic.

They walked slowly around the edge of the garbage dump. There were very few monks here, most of them were in the center, quite far from the edge.

It is easier to find valuable things when a large amount of garbage has just arrived.

The sun is very bright today and the sea breeze is gentle.

A figure in white walked in front, with a calm demeanor, and an honest and honest middle-aged man followed respectfully.

"My friend, I want to build a garbage recycling plant. I wonder if you are willing to work for me?"

"Senior? This junior has no talent or ability..."

"Strength can be gradually improved. Besides, we are just collecting garbage. We are not seizing other people's resources or violating other people's interests."

Chen Xun walked slowly in front, with a smile on his lips, "If you are shopping alone, it is shopping, but if we are shopping together, isn't it also shopping?"

He suddenly paused and looked into the distance: "Why don't we make this industry bigger and stronger together? That is also a great thing that will benefit the environment of the world of immortality."

Mo Fuyang slowly looked at the somewhat dazzling back, and said in a deep voice: "Senior, with your strength... there is really no need to join us."

"Even Wu Ming only collects garbage like Xuan Weitian, and they still look down upon this industry."

"In my heart, as long as those who are cultivating immortals are not evil cultivators, there is no hierarchy. They are only distinguished by their positions. The world is so big that no one can block the path forward for those who are cultivating immortals."

Chen Xun spoke calmly and tilted his head slightly, "Since my little friend has chosen this bumpy road, he is naturally not willing to accept his own fate and is willing to give it a last try."

"Since you are a man with a firm heart, you can pretend that you didn't hear these words just now."

After he finished speaking, he started walking slowly, his whole body full of stories and exuding an inexplicable power.

One word shocked people's hearts.

Mo Fuyang trembled slightly and followed closely behind Chen Xun. He had indeed never been resigned to his fate or his fifth-level low-grade spiritual root.

He once worked as a miscellaneous person in an immortal pavilion, and entered a sect to seek immortality. However, he was born in a humble family, with limited qualifications and limited resources...

Most of his fellow Taoists could only reach the golden elixir stage, and then completely died and lost news.

Some of the voices and smiles of those former friends gradually disappeared from memory.

Taobao people are regarded as a shame and an object of ridicule by many cultivators.

Even a golden elixir stage monk with low-grade spiritual roots of the fifth line would rather sit in oblivion than come here.

This identity is the lowest among the lowest in the entire world. It belongs to a level that even killing people and stealing treasures cannot capture from this class of people. It is a big joke.

But Mo Fuyang still came out and reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Even though he has nothing now, his Taoism is still firm in his heart and he believes that he can continue on...