Outside a small building on Sunrise Mountain.
The Vermilion Feather Sword danced nimbly in the open space in front of the building, resembling butterflies flitting through flowers.
Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair, directing the magic sword while contemplating how to make money.
He had a fair number of medicinal herbs and ore fragments on hand, all of which were obtained from looting corpses. It was fine to deal with small amounts, but a bulk sale would not be very prudent.
Refining Fasting Pills was a good job, yielding four to five hundred White Jade each month.
But whether it was operating the Exquisite Jade Plate or concocting Replenishing Origin Soup, White Jade Coins were needed. The income from alchemy barely covered daily cultivation expenses.
The trouble was that Jilong Mountain was undergoing a major relocation, and all the essence of grains had been sent to Jade Spring Mountain.
