The next day.
At the edge of the garbage recycling plant, in a thatched hut.
"Young Miss, the statistics are complete. Currently, after accounting for those who have left, there are over a hundred thousand people on this Trash Island, and the situation has stabilized."
Mo Fuyang stood respectfully to the side, reporting on the situation of Trash Island. "Most of them are prepared to stay on the island for at least a hundred years, and about twenty thousand have joined the garbage recycling plant."
Little Crane held a small booklet, continuously taking notes with a serious expression. "Uncle Fu, over the past century, we have integrated the entire Trash Island. Based on the current efficiency of the people from the Online Store..."
She paused, knowing that even without scavenging abandoned talismans, just searching for the Great Desolate Black God Crystal, one person could find at least ten pounds a year. With a hundred thousand people, the potential is immense.
"Indeed, Young Miss."
Mo Fuyang took a deep breath, his heart still trembling. "Currently, every year, we can earn over a billion mid-grade spirit stones..."
And even with such calculations, the mid-grade spirit stones paid to those from the Online Store each year wouldn't exceed thirty million.
"Yes, this is just from one Trash Island, and a hundred thousand people on this island is just a drop in the ocean."
Little Crane's eyes remained calm as she slowly looked at Mo Fuyang. "Uncle Fu, the path to the Void Refinement phase that my brother is preparing for you will consume a vast amount of resources for cultivating immortality. Don't be blinded by the immediate profits."
"Yes, Young Miss!"
Mo Fuyang bowed solemnly, feeling that the Young Miss had changed, becoming more mature and less playful, and had started planning the future of the garbage recycling plant every day.
He dared not ask more, but most of the people from the Online Store had five-element spiritual roots, consuming an enormous amount of resources, which was almost unimaginable.
Although it seemed like a lot of mid-grade spirit stones were earned each year, spending them was like pouring into a bottomless pit.
But if everyone who joined the garbage recycling plant could advance to the Void Refinement phase, it might shock the entire Mengmu Sea Region and become a truly formidable force in the region!
By then, even the Unity True Lords would not dare to act against them lightly, as the repercussions would be extensive.
The garbage recycling plant would officially stand before all the forces, though only to collect garbage, not to target anyone.
Those who rise from obscurity understand patience better; they are not mere mortals who have lived for just a few decades.
"Uncle Fu, you may go now."
Little Crane said coldly, her gaze already on the booklet. "Have Sister Qing Wan come over; I have some plans for the other four Trash Islands."
Mo Fuyang stepped back a few paces, bowing with deep respect as he took his leave. "Yes, Young Miss."
Little Crane nodded slightly, a map already spread out on the table, showing the specific locations of the five Trash Islands, which were quite far apart.
Although the garbage recycling was extensive, her second brother seemed even busier.
Fortunately, he had spare primordial spirits, using them to decompose the garbage.
But whether having his primordial spirit out of his body would affect his cultivation was unknown.
She hardly saw her second brother now, only knowing that he was always researching formations, never leaving the ancient forest.
"Sigh." Little Crane sighed softly, a hint of worry on her brow. Her eldest brother also sat by the coast day after day, brewing something unknown.
However, she was reassured about her fourth brother, who had two friends always by his side, often cheering him up, making him smile more in the plant, and lessening the monotony.
...
Time flew by, flowers bloomed and withered in the flower field, clouds rolled and unrolled in the sky, and a year had passed.
The morning sunlight was bright and clear, with two rounds of sun casting rays on the vast sea and a large ship.
It sailed across the sea, covering thousands of miles in an instant, producing a mighty sound of breaking waves, as if the ship's formation was stirring the sea, faster than flying.
This ship was Luoshuang's treasure ship, with over a hundred people standing on it, their eyes sharp, surrounded by magical artifacts.
These people were the death warriors of the Luoshuang family, not from the Wangyue Immortal Pavilion.
For this major business, Luoshuang showed full sincerity, making her first formal contact with Trash Island.
So even if it meant traveling thousands of miles, she came in person, rather than using teleportation arrays, as the manor was a private place of a senior, not hers.
Such attention to detail greatly satisfied Chen Xun, who also sent many people to greet her at the coast.
Luoshuang stood at the front of the treasure ship, surrounded by towering waves that couldn't touch the ship.
At this moment, her eyes caught the outline of an island, where the turbid air soared, quite conspicuous.
Luoshuang's face remained calm, though a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, not expecting that senior to actually reside here.
The treasure ship appeared on the sea, and Little Crane smiled slightly, her black dress strikingly visible on the coast.
Beside her stood Mo Fuyang and Little Chi, looking towards that direction with calm expressions.
Behind them stood over a thousand people, with Song Heng in a Daoist robe, a sly smile on his lips, and a treasure-seeking compass in his hand flickering with a faint light.
Gu Lisheng crossed his arms, his head slightly raised, a cold smile on his lips, staring directly at the distant ship.
Their expressions varied, their postures diverse, a true epitome of a motley crew!
Luoshuang's gaze sharpened, not seeing the senior's figure.
Instead, the eyes of those thousand people gave her a sense of unease, as if some of their gazes were not well-intentioned!
But since she was here, she decided to settle in. If anything unexpected happened, she had her contingencies. The cultivation resources worth tens of millions of mid-grade spirit stones involved more than just her.
Boom!
With a loud roar, the treasure ship gradually approached.
Over a hundred people in blue robes stepped into the air, forming a line on the sea, their aura cold and pressing towards the thousand people on the coast, a formidable display.
"Oh, putting on airs in front of the Young Miss and this Master Dao?"
"Heh, arrogant, this young master would like to meet them."
Song Heng and Gu Lisheng sneered, their tone sarcastic, though they wisely communicated through sound transmission, not speaking aloud.
"Wangyue Immortal Pavilion, Luoshuang, greets everyone."
Luoshuang descended gracefully, looking at the smiling little girl. "May I know your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Nangong Heling, Chen Xun is my elder brother." Little Crane's voice was ethereal, her face wearing an innocent smile.
"So, it's Miss Nangong."
Luoshuang's eyes showed a bit of seriousness, bowing slightly. "I had an agreement with the senior before, and I'm here to deliver some items."
"Alright, please follow me." Little Crane swayed her black dress, adding, "I'll handle this matter; my brother has already informed me."
"May I ask about Senior Chen?"
"He went to the city for a break, so he happened to miss the timing."
"Very well, Miss Nangong, please."
Luoshuang nodded, asking no more, glancing at her people, and only three followed while the rest stayed at the coast, not advancing.
Song Heng and Gu Lisheng hadn't left either, leading five hundred cultivators, facing those people from afar.
Most importantly, they occasionally let out sly laughs, causing Luoshuang's people to frown deeply, unable to act, as everyone stood on the coast, eyeing each other.
