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That’s three hundred and sixty spirit stones a year.

This income is much higher than that of the inner cultivators of the average Immortal Pavilion.

Compared to spiritual plant farmer He Song, who only has an annual income of one hundred and fifty spirit stones, the income has more than doubled.

Most ordinary loose cultivators live a dangerous life, always at the edge of death.action

Now that there’s a mining job that is not dangerous and has high income, of course they won’t let it pass.

As a result, there were far fewer loose cultivators coming and going in the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion.

The once lively Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion seemed a little empty these days.

“Mr. He, do you know the news about the Red Spirit Gold Mine?” Being at the same table with He Song, Lin Cong naturally heard the news that He Song had heard.

For a moment, Lin Cong’s eyes became somewhat fiery, as if he had developed a great interest in mining.

In his opinion,

Mining must be safer than hunting demonic beasts in the outside world.

And the income from mining is not lower than risking one’s life to hunt demonic beasts.

With this calculation, if possible, he would like to give it a try.

To earn spirit stones safely and securely.

Who would want to live a life of licking blood from the blade?

“Red Spirit Gold Mine…” An image of Meng Guan flashed through He Song’s mind.

He didn’t know how Meng Guan was doing in the Red Spirit Gold Mine.

Speaking of which,

It had been half a month since Meng Guan left the Bamboo Mountain Immortal Pavilion to mine at the Red Spirit Gold Mine, right? There has been no news since then, which caused He Song to worry a little.

However, facing Lin Cong’s inquiry at this moment, He Song thought of what Lin Cong had just said to him.

After thinking about it in his heart, he quickly made up his mind.

Well, he might as well try to persuade his friend once again, so as to prevent him from rushing to the mine area without any hesitation.

“Mrs. Lin, keep this between you and me, don’t spread it around.” He Song whispered to Lin Cong first.

Then, under the watchful gaze of Lin Cong’s suddenly bright eyes, He Song casually took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

This paper was originally used for making paper cranes for the Sound Transmission Skill.

But there are so many people here, and it’s easy for the conversation to be overheard.

So He Song had to resort to this.

Spirit power flowed between his fingers.

Wisps of spirit power seeped out, quickly carving a line of text on the paper.

“The Red Spirit Gold Mine recruits only loose cultivators, not internally affiliated cultivators of the Immortal Pavilion.”

After finishing writing the text, He Song handed the paper to Lin Cong and continued to enjoy his food.

However, after handing the paper to Lin Cong, a stone in He Song’s heart fell to the ground.

Lin Cong’s secret of breaking through from the Qi Refining Early Stage to the Qi Refining Mid Stage was a favor He Song owed him at first.

He originally wanted to exchange that information with knowledge about the Cultivation World from the books in the Spirit Skill Pavilion, but unfortunately, Lin Cong didn’t seem to take it in.

He was still worried that he wouldn’t be able to pay back this favor.

Now it’s all good.

This piece of paper is enough for He Song to return that favor.

At this moment, even if Lin Cong doesn’t go to the Spirit Skill Pavilion to read those miscellaneous books later, He Song already feels he has repaid the favor.

“This…” At the side, Lin Cong, who had just taken the paper, widened his eyes.

However, no matter how shocked he was in his heart, after reading the text, Lin Cong’s hand immediately flashed with a wave of spirit power.

By the time the wave of spirit power had dissipated, the paper in Lin Cong’s hand had long turned to dust, swiftly dispersing with the wind.

The paper disappeared.

As if it had never been there in the first place.

But at this moment, Lin Cong’s heart was filled with shock and turmoil.

With just a quick glance, he knew what shocking news He Song had recorded on the paper he handed him.

Under what circumstances would mining only recruit loose cultivators?

Under what circumstances would loose cultivators be recruited to mine?

Under what circumstances would a small-scale vein be guarded by several Foundation Establishment cultivators?

He didn’t know any of this.

But he did know one thing.

The more secure the place, the more likely there is some kind of treasure hidden inside, and at the same time, the greater the danger it conceals.

Suddenly realizing this, Lin Cong broke out in a cold sweat.

Before, he had thought that if he could, he would mine instead of hunting demonic beasts in the outside world as it’s more comfortable.

But now, he understood.

Such a high reward was recruiting not ordinary miners, but cannon fodder!

Perhaps, in the Red Spirit Gold Mine, there were unknown dangers waiting for these cannon fodder.

Under the suppression of several Foundation Establishment cultivators,

Even if the cannon fodder were to rebel collectively, they probably wouldn’t be able to create any disturbance.

As for what was hidden inside, that was not something he could know.

But while breaking out in a cold sweat, the look Lin Cong gave He Song was filled with thick gratitude at this moment.

“Thank you for saving my life, friend!” Bowing deeply to He Song, Lin Cong felt that his intention to befriend He Song before was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life!

If it weren’t for him intentionally befriending He Song five years ago,

He might be rushing to the Red Spirit Gold Mine by now.

And when that time comes, his fate…

Thinking of this, Lin Cong couldn’t help but feel even more grateful to He Song and felt extremely excited about being He Song’s good friend.

Befriending He Song could really save one’s life!

He Song did not know what Lin Cong was thinking.

But it was not unexpected that the slip of paper he handed over would change Lin Cong’s expression so drastically.

This was information from Wei Fan, a Qi Refining Late Stage cultivator, half a month ago.

Although the news about the Red Spirit Gold Mine has now spread throughout the entire Immortal Pavilion, there are very few people like He Song who know the secrets.

As such, to deter a loose cultivator like Lin Cong, there was no problem at all.

The channels for loose cultivators to obtain information are far too scarce.

“As long as you don’t spread it, friend, this matter is secret. If someone traces it back…”, He Song was naturally confident about Lin Cong’s character after five years, but he still needed to give a warning.

Although this matter is not forbidden to be spread,

Wei Fan casually told He Song and Meng Guan.

But even if it spreads to the loose cultivators, not many of them would believe it.

On the contrary, they might even think that it is a lie made up to prevent them from earning spirit stones.

However, He Song deliberately made this matter sound more serious, just to block Lin Cong from asking further questions.

After all, He Song only knew this much.

If the questioning continues, it would be awkward for him.

“Mr. He, you worry too much. My mouth is tight, come on, let’s drink and not go home until we’re drunk!” Faced with He Song’s warning, Lin Cong was awakened and felt a trace of lingering fear.

As a loose cultivator, he didn’t know He Song’s thoughts at the moment. Instead, he felt even more goodwill towards He Song for reminding him specially.