"But I plan to seriously study a craft in the future. I heard that many of the items produced by our sect are sold outside, and the profits are substantial," Bai Shu continued.
Although working in the General Affairs Hall involved a lot of work, meaning the pay wasn't bad, mastering a craft could lead to even more significant financial gains through the sect's external sales channels. If Bai Shu's creations became part of that, he could earn a commission.
Besides working with Elder Liu, Bai Shu wanted to earn extra resources to further his cultivation, hoping to visit the old beggar more often after reaching a higher cultivation stage.
Feng Xuanye was surprised. "How are you going to handle all that?"
He had only planned to find the easiest job to accumulate resources, and he already felt like that was a lot. Bai Shu, still young, seemed to have a large appetite for taking on responsibilities.
Bai Shu just smiled. "I'll give it a try. I'll work hard when I can, and when it gets too much, I'll ease up."
That evening, at the Ling Food Hall on Yaoguang Floating Island, Liu Yunan found himself surrounded by the elder leaders of the Spiritual Fields Group, led by Old Master Lin.
They had heard that some Qingyun Peak disciples were ready to start working, and now they were eagerly pressing Liu Yunan to inform the new disciples that working in the spiritual fields had great benefits!
The job was simple, and they could learn it quickly!
After all, farming didn't require much technical skill. With experienced elders guiding them, the new disciples could quickly get the hang of it. Plus, life in the fields was colorful and fulfilling! Even if their cultivation was still low, they could experience various interesting formations, alchemy pills, talismans, and tools used for improving farming.
Since many of the research projects in the Four Arts Hall were aimed at increasing the efficiency and productivity of the spiritual fields, the fields became a hub for many of the sect's innovations.
Now that all the new disciples had successfully completed Qi Condensation, crossing that first threshold, their cultivation would rely more on time and efficiency. There was no rush, so Liu Yunan, relieved by the elders' insistence, agreed to spread the word.
The next day, after morning classes in the Qingyun Peak Cultivation Hall, the new disciples received a recruitment message from Elder Liu about the Spiritual Fields Group.
Many disciples were immediately intrigued.
Soon, more than a dozen new disciples joined the Spiritual Fields Group, much to the delight of the elders, who eagerly took turns leading them into the fields, eager to pass down their farming knowledge.
The goal was to cultivate more talented individuals in farming, allowing the sect to expand its spiritual fields.
With the Spiritual Fields Group opening its doors, other departments in need of manpower soon followed suit.
As a result, more and more Qingyun Peak disciples began filling roles across various halls, pavilions, and gardens, significantly boosting manpower in several departments within Lingxian Sect.
Meanwhile, Lin Xiao remained cooped up in his study, writing and sketching. No one knew what he was planning, but he occasionally ran over to the Finance Hall to deliver stacks of budget reports to Qin Jianghe.
This led to Qin Jianghe feeling an urge to avoid Lin Xiao whenever he saw him.
While the sect had some savings, the spirit stone mine would take a long time to recover and couldn't be tapped into again for a while. Moreover, the recruitment of new disciples had already drained significant resources.
Thus, every expense had to be carefully monitored, but Qin Jianghe found it impossible to refuse Lin Xiao's proposals because he genuinely supported Lin Xiao's ideas—even if the sect's finances were tight!
While the sect bustled in peaceful and harmonious growth, the group of ten cultivators from the cultivation world, who had been traveling through the Land of Spiritual Barren, finally caught sight of a patch of green on the horizon after days of traversing nothing but desolate gray landscapes.
It was only a tiny spot of green, but to the Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators who had endured the bleak environment for over a year, it stood out clearly.
The ten of them instinctively quickened their pace.
After traveling a few more miles, they finally sensed the faint presence of spiritual energy in the air.
"There's finally spiritual energy!" one of the Golden Core cultivators exclaimed as they left the spiritual wasteland, feeling the surrounding spiritual energy gradually increase.
The rest of the group let out sighs of relief and quickly began circulating their cultivation techniques to replenish their depleted spiritual power.
After over a year of travel, they had finally emerged from the spiritual wasteland and entered the Mortal Realm.
At the front of the group, Yao Yuchang worked to restore his spiritual power, eager to return to peak condition. He turned to the others and said, "Now that we've reached the Mortal Realm, let's complete this mission as quickly as possible."
The others immediately agreed.
"Elder Yao is right. The spiritual energy here in the Mortal Realm is still far too thin. We've been out of the spiritual wasteland for some time, but my energy hasn't recovered much," one cultivator added.
Yao Yuchang wasn't pleased with the thin spiritual energy of the Mortal Realm, but he hid his displeasure. Taking out nine jade slips, he handed one to each of his companions.
"There's no need for more discussion. Here are the maps of the Mortal Realm. Each of you has been assigned nations and sects to negotiate with, all marked on your map. The number of assignments is roughly the same for each of you. Once you've completed your tasks, meet me in Tui Yi Kingdom with your results."
He Yi and the other eight received the jade slips, and without hesitation, each person said their goodbyes.
"Farewell!"
"See you in Tui Yi Kingdom!"
No one lingered, and in a flash, nine streaks of light shot off in different directions.
Left standing alone, He Yi watched the others fly off, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Clearly, they all wanted to find a quiet spot to meditate and restore their spiritual energy, knowing they couldn't relax in each other's company.
For these cultivators, the year-long journey through the spiritual wasteland had left some subtle damage to their Golden Cores and Nascent Souls due to the prolonged lack of spiritual energy. While the damage wasn't severe, none of them would want any additional flaws on their cores or souls.
He Yi wasn't in any hurry.
He strolled leisurely along the path, allowing his body to gradually recover its energy, while using his divine sense to study the jade slip in his hand.
After determining his direction, he took out his flying artifact and soared into the sky, moving steadily toward his destination.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
It was now time for the Qingyun Peak disciples to be assigned their official mentors.
After their usual morning class, the disciples were informed to gather at the sect's main square.