In the past, He Song's total income for fifteen years might not even have reached a thousand spirit stones.
However, now.
After establishing his own spirit field, He Song's annual income had suddenly skyrocketed to over a thousand spirit stones!
Such a terrifying return had left He Song a bit dazed at this moment.
It felt somewhat unreal.
Is this... the reward of being self-reliant because of one's own craft?
Thinking back to his Qi Refining Early Stage, he worked himself to the bone for an annual income of thirty spirit stones.
And now.
He enjoyed his time at the Immortal Pavilion, didn't have to oversee his spirit field and yet could secure over a thousand spirit stones a year.
The contrast made He Song sigh lightly in his heart.
"Indeed, in any world, working for others is a dead end."
Shaking his head, He Song quickly cast off these mixed thoughts, focusing instead on the ten acres of spirit field before him.
From his sleeve, he took out a small cargo storage bag.
