After a stick of incense burned, a figure in blue gradually appeared beside Chen Xun—it was Mo Fuyang.

"Old Mo."

"Factory Owner."

Mo Fuyang's deep voice resonated as he bowed his head, "The entire Trash Island is now under the control of the recycling plant, and every month, new people from the Online Store join us."

"Mm, those things aren't important."

Chen Xun's gaze remained fixed on the distant sea. "Old Mo, do you think a hundred years is enough to truly understand a person?"

A flicker of confusion crossed Mo Fuyang's eyes, unsure why the factory owner would ask such a question, and he replied softly, "Factory Owner, it might not be enough."

"Mm, then let's take our time. A mere hundred years is nothing."

Chen Xun's words carried an inexplicable meaning as he continued to hold the fishing rod. "Select some trustworthy people and train them well. Spirit stones are just sitting there otherwise. It's best to investigate their backgrounds before they came here."

"If their backgrounds are too complicated and they wish to leave, don't stop them. Everyone's here to earn resources, and once they've earned enough, they'll naturally leave. There's no need to be overly concerned. People always strive for higher places; it's best to part on good terms."

He smiled slightly after speaking and gave the rod a tug. Everyone is free, just like the creatures swimming in the sea.

Mo Fuyang pondered for a long time before speaking slowly, "Factory Owner, I understand. I will never interfere with their comings and goings, but I will always follow you and never leave!"

"Heh, Old Mo, you've got it wrong."

Chen Xun shook his head with a light laugh. A wave was about to crash towards them, but it suddenly froze, losing its vitality and falling into the sea, leaving the surface calm once more.

Mo Fuyang's eyelid twitched. The factory owner's mana was so profound that he couldn't sense any fluctuations.

The more serene it appeared, the more terrifying it felt, leaving him secretly in awe.

"Aside from the Great Desolate Black God Crystal, there should be many other materials on this Trash Island that can be sold, right?"

"Reporting to the Factory Owner, yes."

Mo Fuyang snapped back to reality, his speech quickening, "There are also some talismans. Much of the turbid air in the junkyard comes from them, containing too much spirit beast blood, but it's all decayed and can't be refined anymore."

"However, some 'Refined Blood Spirit Sand' can be extracted from the talismans. This material is like the base for melting ordinary magical artifacts with the Great Desolate Black God Crystal; it's the base for ordinary talismans."

"This sand is highly compatible with blood essence, but if forcibly extracted from these discarded talismans, it might cause a backlash and lead to deviation."

Mo Fuyang looked helpless, as the infant fire dared not touch this stuff.

It already carried the mixed blood of other spirit beasts, and no one would risk their life for spirit stones, so people from the Online Store never touched it.

But not to mention other places, just in Xuanwei Heaven, the consumption of talismans was massive, much more than magical artifacts.

Yet, many were discarded, especially during talisman crafting.

Once activated, their power would either diminish, or the talisman light would dim, and most that could be recycled were indeed recycled.

The talismans thrown onto Trash Island were beyond reuse, utterly worthless.

"'Refined Blood Spirit Sand,' I've seen it in the diagrams."

Chen Xun nodded slightly, raising two fingers. A pile of blackened items flew over from the trash heap behind him. He looked at Mo Fuyang with a smile, "But the utility of this sand isn't limited to talismans."

Mo Fuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, cautiously stepping back, "The Factory Owner is right. This sand has many uses for low-grade pill refiners too. If added to the furnace, it can increase the pill formation rate by one to two percent."

"The market price for a pound of this sand is as high as thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones. I've heard it's collected from somewhere in the Southern Zhuohai, where there are many crystal sand veins."

Suspended in front of Chen Xun was already a pile of trash, entwined by the power of the Five Elements. He spoke again, "Old Mo, this item can be included in our recycling category."

"Factory Owner, refining this item... it's harmful!"

Mo Fuyang's expression trembled as he hurriedly stopped him, "Factory Owner, the Great Desolate Black God Crystal is already sufficient for now."

"No worries, this item can't harm me."

Chen Xun smiled slightly, as the trash in front of him was being decomposed into the qi of the Five Elements, especially the filth. This was truly the great world's real environmental protector of the cultivating immortality world!

Even if the cultivators of the Misty faction, who recycled the garbage industry, saw this scene, they would have to say: Chen Gong's great righteousness...

In an instant, a few slightly reddish crystalline grains fell into Chen Xun's hand, about the size of rice grains, but significantly lighter than the Great Desolate Black God Crystal.

Under the refracted sunlight, the 'Refined Blood Spirit Sand' still emitted a faint red glow, containing a trace of innate essence, which Chen Xun captured in an instant.

No wonder this material was so compatible with blood essence; it had this reason. The treasures born of heaven and earth were indeed wondrous.

This also made him ponder whether this great world had any heavenly materials and earthly treasures containing innate qi of the Five Elements, as utilizing such power could be quite terrifying...

"Factory Owner, your mana is profound; my eyes are unworthy."

Mo Fuyang bowed sincerely, "The Factory Owner's strength is beyond my comprehension. He shifted the conversation, "Factory Owner, this item is much easier to find than the Great Desolate Black God Crystal. How should we price it?"

These broken magical artifacts or fragments of buildings required divine sense to probe inch by inch to see if they contained the Great Desolate Black God Crystal.

But as long as there were broken talismans, they would inevitably contain this material, though separating it might be a bit dirty, which no one from the Online Store would mind.

"A pound, six thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Chen Xun spoke calmly, and a Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal suddenly hovered in the air, "Let's set the price like this for now. Later, Bull will arrange a large Gathering Spirit Array, and these low-grade spirit stones will be quite useful."

A large Gathering Spirit Array!

Mo Fuyang's eyes lit up. The materials needed for a Gathering Spirit Array were quite extensive, especially for increasing the success rate of breaking through, at least by one percent!

Its effect was only slightly inferior to a ninth-grade low-level blessed land, and the status of array masters in the world of immortals was equivalent to that of pill refiners.

Chen Xun's divine sense entered the Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal, and the number of over twenty million mid-grade spirit stones was jumping there.

The other over twenty million mid-grade spirit stones were with Little Crane, used for transactions or emergencies.

The Yellow-tier Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal could directly exchange for low-grade spirit stones, but low-grade spirit stones couldn't be exchanged for mid-grade ones.

However, if one possessed an Earth rank Thousand Mechanism Spirit Seal, low-grade spirit stones could directly exchange for mid-grade ones, which was quite user-friendly.

He couldn't even imagine how many spirit stones flowed through the All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank daily.

"Factory Owner, you are too generous."

Mo Fuyang bowed deeply, speaking sincerely, "Now the entire Trash Island's people from the Online Store have been mobilized, willing to serve the Factory Owner."

These hundred years had dispelled the doubts of many people from the Online Store, who no longer hesitated and began working boldly. After this year, the annual amount of Great Desolate Black God Crystals would certainly exceed twenty thousand.

"Old Mo."

"Here."

"These years have been hard on you. I truly didn't misjudge you."

Chen Xun smiled, his deep eyes seemingly containing everything, "Keep up the good work, and there will be no shortage of cultivating immortality resources."

"Factory Owner, you are my benefactor. Even if Trash Island ceases to exist, I will always follow you."

Mo Fuyang's eyes sparkled, his voice resonant, "I am alone, with no attachments or concerns. Even if the Factory Owner asks me to climb a mountain of knives or descend into a sea of fire, I will not hesitate!"

"That's not necessary."

Chen Xun chuckled, still fiddling with the fishing rod, "Old Mo, with your Five Elements inferior spiritual root, I have high hopes for you. Your character is the real reason I chose you."

"Senior..."

Mo Fuyang was dumbfounded. The Five Elements inferior spiritual root was the worst aptitude, and quite common, "What do you mean by this?"