I live forever in the world of cultivation.

For a time, the casual cultivators in several nearby fairy houses set out on their way to the Chiling Gold Mine to mine.

Thirty spiritual stones a month.

One year is three hundred and sixty spiritual stones.

This income is much higher than that of ordinary internal monks in the Immortal Workshop.

Compared to Ling Zhifu like He Song, who only had an income of 150 spiritual stones a year, his income had more than doubled.

Most ordinary casual cultivators live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Nowadays, there are mining jobs that are not dangerous and have high income, so naturally they will not let them go.

As a result, there were far fewer casual cultivators coming and going in Zhushan Immortal Square.

The originally bustling Zhushan Xianfang turned out to be a bit empty these days.

"Fellow Daoist He, do you know the news about the Chiling Gold Mine?" Dining at the same table as He Song, Lin Cong naturally heard the news that He Song could hear.

For a moment, Lin Cong's eyes became a little fiery, and he seemed to be very interested in mining.

In his opinion.

Mining is definitely safer than hunting monsters in the outside world.

Moreover, the benefits of mining are no lower than risking one's life to hunt monsters.

Calculating it this way, if possible, he would also like to give it a try.

I can earn the spirit stone safely.

Who wants to go through the days of licking blood from the edge of a knife?

"Chiling Gold Mine..." Meng Guan's look flashed in He Song's mind.

I don’t know what happened to Meng Guan in Chiling Gold Mine.

Talk about it.

It’s been half a month since Meng Guan left Zhushan Xianfang and went to Chiling Gold Mine to mine, right? No news has been sent back so far, which makes He Song feel a little worried.

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

After thinking about it in my mind, I quickly made a decision.

Forget it, I tried to persuade him again to prevent my friend from rushing towards the mining area without hesitation.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, these words came out of my mouth and reached your ears, so please don't spread them around." He whispered to Lin Cong first.

Then, He Songcai casually took out a piece of paper from his sleeve under Lin Cong's suddenly bright eyes.

This paper was originally used to make origami cranes and use the sound transmission technique.

But there are a lot of people talking here, and it's easy to be listened to.

Therefore, He Song could only make this last resort.

Spiritual energy surges between the fingers.

Wisps of spiritual power escaped, and a line of writing was quickly carved on the paper.

"The Chiling Gold Mine only recruits casual cultivators, not internal cultivators from the Immortal Workshop."

After finishing carving the handwriting, He Song handed the paper to Lin Cong, and then continued to taste the delicious food.

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

Previously, Lin Cong told him the secret of breaking through the middle stage of Qi training in the early stage of Qi training. This was a favor.

He originally wanted to use the books and information about the common sense of the world of immortality in Lingji Pavilion in exchange, but unfortunately Lin Cong didn't seem to listen.

He was still worried that he wouldn't be able to return the favor.

it's good now.

This piece of paper was enough for He Song to return the favor.

At this moment, even if Lin Cong no longer goes to Lingji Pavilion to read those miscellaneous books, He Song's favor has already been repaid.

"This..." On the side, Lin Cong, who had just taken the paper, widened his eyes.

However, no matter how shocked he was, after reading the handwriting, Lin Cong's hand immediately flashed a trace of spiritual power.

By the time the fluctuations in spiritual power dissipated, the paper in Lin Cong's hand had already turned into powder and quickly drifted away in the wind.

The paper disappears.

It's like it never appeared.

But at this moment, Lin Cong felt a storm in his heart.

With just a quick glance, he knew exactly what kind of horrific events were recorded in the paper He Song handed him.

Under what circumstances will mining only recruit casual cultivators?

Under what circumstances would casual cultivators be recruited to go mining?

Under what circumstances would a small mine send several foundation-building monks to take over?

He didn't know any of this.

But he knew something.

The more tightly guarded a place is, the more likely it is to contain some kind of treasure, and at the same time, the greater the danger hidden therein.

For a moment, Lin Cong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat after thinking about this clearly.

Before, he had thought that if possible, it would be more comfortable to mine by himself than to hunt monsters in the outside world.

But now he understands.

Such a high remuneration does not recruit miners, but cannon fodder!

Perhaps, there are unknown dangers waiting for these cannon fodder in the Chiling Gold Mine.

Under the suppression of several foundation-building monks.

Even if the cannon fodder collectively resists, I'm afraid it won't make any waves.

As for what is in it, that is not something he can know.

While sweating, Lin Cong looked at He Song with deep gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving your life!" He bowed deeply to He Song and saluted. Lin Cong only felt that his previous behavior of intentionally befriending He Song was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life!

If he hadn't started to be interested in making friends with He Song five years ago.

I am afraid that at this moment, I have already excitedly headed to the Sekiling Gold Mine.

And when that time comes, what will happen to me...

Thinking of this, Lin Cong couldn't help but be more grateful to He Song, and felt extremely excited that he had become He Song's friend.

Befriending He Song could really save lives!

He Song didn't know what Lin Cong was thinking.

But the note he handed over made Lin Cong's expression change drastically, which was something He Song expected.

This is the news that came from Wei Fan, a late Qi practitioner, half a month ago.

Although the news of the Chiling Gold Mine has spread throughout Xianfang, there are probably very few people like He Song who know the secrets.

In this way, there is no problem in intimidating casual cultivators like Lin Cong.

There are really too few channels through which casual cultivators can obtain information.

"Fellow Taoist, please don't spread the word. This matter is kept secret. If someone tracks it down..." Regarding Lin Cong's character, after five years, He Song naturally had a good idea, but he should be beaten. Still needed.

Although this matter is not prohibited from being spread outside the country.

Wei Fan casually talked to He Song and Meng Guan.

But even if word spread to the ears of casual cultivators, not many casual cultivators would believe it.

On the contrary, they may even feel that this is a lie made up by someone who does not want them to earn spiritual stones.

But He Song deliberately made the matter more serious in order to block Lin Cong's mouth from asking further questions.

After all, that's all He Song knew.

If you continue to ask, it will be He Song himself who is embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist He is worrying too much. You must keep your mouth shut. Come on, drink and drink until you get drunk!" Faced with He Song's beating, Lin Cong was alert and also had a hint of fear in his heart.

As a casual cultivator, he didn't know what He Song was thinking at the moment. Instead, he reminded He Song specifically, and he felt more favorable towards He Song in his heart.