Such a material as the ngmu Wood is not sold by individual pieces but asured by its length. One unit—a single zhang—commands the price of a thousand mid-grade spirit stones. For ten-thousand-year ngmu Wood, the price escalates astronomically, no longer calculated in mid-grade stones but in upper-grade ones.
The ngmu Sea Domain harbors many forces whose legacies have crumbled due to over-investnt in ngmu Wood cultivation, leading to outright bankruptcy. Without reserves spanning five millennia, attempting to profit from ngmu Wood is an insurmountable gamble.
Cultivating the ngxu Bibao Tree, from which ngmu Wood originates, demands not just patience across generations but imnse resources. The proximity to the Void brings a confluence of varied energies, crucial for the tree’s growth, a phenonon unique to the Sea Domain’s ecosystem. Elsewhere, such trees struggle to survive.
In Taiyi Great World, spiritual plants and trees don’t necessarily gain a year’s age annually. Only when ideal conditions converge can they accrue more years.
Just as the Crane Spirit Tree in the small realm required ample spiritual energy to grow, so too does the ngxu Bibao Tree stagnate without perfect environntal alignnt.
Even with ticulous care and abundant resources, so ngxu Bibao Trees plateau at a few thousand years. Rare ten-thousand-year specins are exceedingly scarce.
The ngmu Sea Domain is ho to a renowned ancient family, the Wood Clan. With a lineage rooted deeply in wood-elent spiritual roots, they possess secret techniques to accelerate ngmu Wood growth. Their influence is boundless.
Even the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance refrains from casually broadcasting information about the Wood Clan—a testant to their power. Occasionally, ntions of large-scale transactions involving the clan erge, underscoring their stature.
“Senior, this is all I know,” Mo Fuyang said, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He silently thanked his habit of listening to updates from the Nine Heavens Celestial Sound Formation Disk, which allowed him to answer Chen Xun’s probing questions.
“Hmm… ngmu Wood… the Wood Clan,” Chen Xun murmured, engrossed as he continued jotting down notes in his booklet. “Then let us start from this garbage dump. There’s dignity in earning spirit stones honestly—no sha in that.”
“Moo~” Brother Ox sprawled comfortably amid the piles of trash, blending so seamlessly into his surroundings that one could easily overlook him.
Chen Xun chuckled, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Old Ox, I’m delighted. Let’s start a waste recycling plant!”
He surveyed the endless heaps of refuse, his tone carrying an air of authority. “We’ll begin with our own efforts, accumulate so initial resources, and then make a trip to Lichen Island. This venture will grow into a robust enterprise—a boon to the cultivation world’s environnt.”
“Moo-moo~~” Brother Ox released a snort of agreent, his divine sense sweeping the area. With a casual wave of his hoof, a heap of trash trembled, revealing a cluster of tal fragnts—efficient and effective.
Chen Xun’s sharp gaze flicked toward Mo Fuyang, a subtle smile spreading across his face. Mo Fuyang was too preoccupied with observing Brother Ox’s efficiency to notice the sudden shift in Chen Xun’s expression.
anwhile, atop a small mound of trash:
“Brother Xun! Brother Ox! Sister Crane and I found a fan artifact. It still has spiritual energy!” Xiao Chi shouted, his tone brimming with excitent.
“Big Brother! Second Brother! There’s so much abandoned gear here!” Sister Crane called out, equally thrilled.
Xiao Chi dug furiously through the debris, his paws unearthing a variety of objects. Sticky, unidentifiable substances clung to him, prompting Sister Crane’s laughter as she helped clean him up. Items began piling up in Xiao Chi’s personal storage ring—his first true collection in the Taiyi Great World.
Chen Xun and Brother Ox exchanged amused glances, their chuckles resonating. “These broken artifacts are more trouble than they’re worth. Fixing them would cost more than buying new ones.”
“Xiao Chi,” Chen Xun called out.
“Yes, Brother Xun?”
“Focus on finding fragnts of this tal, the Great Desolate Crow God Crystal. These are valuable.”
He flicked his fingers, producing a fragnt as an example. “This is what we’re after.”
Xiao Chi’s fiery mane flared with determination. “Got it, Brother Xun! Watch work!”
As piles of trash cascaded down, Xiao Chi’s glowing paws slashed through debris with alarming efficiency. Sister Crane assisted with her extended branches, ticulously sifting through the junk.
Brother Ox snorted and joined in, his imnse bulk navigating effortlessly through the refuse. anwhile, Chen Xun and Mo Fuyang observed from the outskirts.
“Little friend, care to take a walk with ?” Chen Xun asked, his tone inviting.
“Senior, please lead the way,” Mo Fuyang replied, his voice tinged with awe.
The two strolled along the edges of the garbage heaps. The stench was oppressive, yet neither seed to mind. Sunlight reflected off the ocean’s surface, the gentle breeze carrying hints of salt.
“Little friend, I intend to establish a recycling plant. Would you consider joining my endeavor?”
Mo Fuyang hesitated, his voice heavy with self-doubt. “Senior, I’m unworthy…”
“Strength can grow,” Chen Xun interjected. “We’re not stealing from others or infringing upon their resources. This is about building sothing valuable—together.”
He paused, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Why not scale this operation? A larger endeavor to benefit both cultivators and the world’s environnt.”
Mo Fuyang’s eyes lingered on Chen Xun’s figure, silhouetted against the bright sea. His voice trembled. “Senior, with your strength, why lower yourself to this level?”
Chen Xun’s tone grew firm. “In my eyes, there are no high or low ranks among cultivators—only differences in circumstances. The vast world holds endless possibilities. No one can block a cultivator’s path but themselves.”
Mo Fuyang’s body trembled. For the first ti, he felt seen. Following Chen Xun, he tightened his resolve. Despite the ridicule and hardships, he had always refused to surrender to fate. Today, that determination burned brighter than ever.
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