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Li Sheng took out another stack of documents and said loudly, "I specifically consulted the masters of the cultivation world and learned that several small and medium-sized sects have already shown interest in this. It is only a matter of time before this becomes popular.

All experts agree that there is still a lot of room for improvement in existing mining methods. The only thing lacking is huge initial investment.

With the financial resources of Xiaoshui Sect, it is entirely possible to invite seventy or eighty experts and scholars to work together to optimize the skills. At the same time, it can invest thirty to forty million spirit stones to build a super-large spirit vein mining machine and recruit volunteers to assist in mining.

In order not to be left behind, other sects will inevitably join in. And Xiaoshui Sect can make another fortune by selling mining machines with its first-mover advantage, just like selling shovels to gold diggers."

The natives of the human world were stunned when they heard this, and the players couldn't hold back.

This routine sounds too familiar. Nvidia relied on the surge in Bitcoin and the sale of computing power cards to surpass Apple and become the world's largest company by market value, right?

"etc,"

Having long thought of the other party's rejection, Li Sheng said calmly: "Just like the water cycle, the spiritual energy in the human world will also circulate back and forth. It will not disappear out of thin air, but will only transform into another form.

Spiritual veins give birth to spiritual stones, which are then absorbed by monks. After the monks die, their souls return to heaven and earth and return the spiritual energy.

At the same time, because the spiritual veins are interconnected, there are occasional spiritual tides or spiritual fluctuations, which leads to dynamic adjustments in the mining efficiency of the entire human world. Blindly opening a mine will result in huge losses. "

Damn!

Zhongtian Beiji looked at the ant with a smile on his face and secretly clenched his teeth.

Originally thought that they had collected solid evidence that Xiaoshui Star Lord Qilin had an illegitimate child, and that they had already secured victory, but they did not expect that this kid would not play by the rules, and directly overturned the table and changed the track.

"Today, various business models in the human world are already very mature. Agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, fishery, metallurgy and mining, catering, entertainment, transportation... All industries have reached saturation and are in urgent need of new stories to attract funds."

Li Sheng said: "Xiaoshui Sect is nominally one of the top three sects in the human world, but in reality, there are many old and inconspicuous sects above them.

It is a time of great changes that have not happened in a thousand years. Whether Xiaoshui Sect can make further progress depends on now."

Howard took a deep breath and lowered his voice to Miaoyin, "Miaoyin, these are just his theories, without any reliable evidence or practical proof. He just wants to disrupt your will and make you give in now."

Miaoyin raised her hand to interrupt her lawyer's words. After a moment's thought, she said to Li Sheng, "If I don't give in, I can still get the actual control of Xiaoshui Zong Group."

“True, but don’t forget the timing.”

Li Sheng simply said: "The equity division is an extremely huge project. It is entirely possible that it will be delayed for two to three years or even longer. By that time, the super-large mining machines of other sects will have been built, and it will be too late to make a fortune.

For both parties, the best solution is to cancel the divorce. In the face of the huge amount of benefits that are within reach in the future, it is more important to make the pie bigger than to divide the pie.”

“.”

Miaoyin laywoman fell into a long silence, her eyes narrowed, she quickly calculated and weighed the pros and cons, "I choose"

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One hundred and fifty years later.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The shrill sound of broken gongs echoed through the mountains.

A row of black dump trucks slowly drove out of a mine several thousand meters deep.

There were nearly a hundred Jindan monks wearing miners' uniforms and covered in dust sitting on the mine cart.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Jindan-level cultivators could found their own sects, serve as a country’s imperial preceptor, and even visit large sects and be received by the elders.

But now, as mining machines have become popular in the human world and spirit stones are produced in large quantities, cultivation has become simpler and cultivators have become less valuable.

"Your wages will be paid according to your work. Take it."

At the exit of the mine, a burly Nascent Soul cultivator took a card reader and swiped the badges of the Jindan-level miners.

"Huh?! Only 0.5 Spirit Stone?!"

The miner at the front of the line suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "Why is the salary reduced again?"

"The overall economic environment is not good, the market is volatile, and the company's operating conditions are adjusted."

The Yuanying stage foreman didn't even raise his head and said coldly: "Aren't you very clear about the reason? Hurry up and leave. Don't block the way of the people behind you."

The Jindan miner yelled, "I work in the mining machine for eight hours every day and earn so much money for the company. With this salary, I can't even afford the food and medicine to maintain my realm! I want to protest!"

"If you have the ability, don't do it. There are plenty of people who can do it. You are already 135 years old. You should have been promoted long ago. See if you can find a job after you quit.

Nowadays, the cheapest private mining machine costs thousands of spiritual stones, and it also damages the environment and violates the law. "

The Yuanying foreman looked up and glanced at him, and several Yuanying thugs stood up behind him. The Jindan miner was so angry that he trembled all over, but he finally took the work badge and left quietly.

The Yuanying foreman sneered, "Next."

The second miner, his face covered in dust, looked at the salary of 0.4 Lingshi on his card and begged, "Sir, please give me a little more. I have two children at home. I promised to take them to the zoo this week."

"It's none of my business. I didn't ask you to give birth to the child. Next one."

The foreman waved his hand impatiently and paused slightly when he saw the third miner.

The third miner was a thin girl. Even by today's standards, where people over 15 are not considered child laborers, her face was too young.

However, the foreman only paused.

These days, all the mines are overwhelmed with work, and gender and age are worthless in the face of mining efficiency.

"Your salary."

The foreman swiped his card, and the girl named Ruoshui quietly took back her work badge, put her mine safety helmet into a bamboo basket, and walked out of the mine.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the mysterious man named Ant left behind a "Spirit Stone Mine White Paper", which opened the era of national mining.

In the book, he confidently claimed that mining would not damage the environment, but would liberate productivity and make everyone rich.

However, the fact is that individual investors who set up their own mining workshops cannot compete with those large sects, and the spiritual veins and spiritual stones are easily monopolized by a few giant financial groups.

The latter used financial power to push up the price of mining machines, raise the entry threshold, and influence and manipulate the Immortal Court to amend the law, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to set up private mines under the pretext of protecting the environment.

During this process, the once prosperous Xiaoshui Sect, after exhausting its early technological advantages, was quickly left behind by other major sects and went bankrupt and liquidated fifty years ago.

I watched him build a tall building, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his building collapse.

Nowadays, the number of cultivators in the human world has reached new highs, and the number of Mahayana cultivators has surpassed that before the opening of the Heaven and Earth. This can be called a golden age for cultivation.

But what is the cost?

Ruoshui turned around and looked at the mountains.

Looking around, all the mountains are bare, without any grass or trees.

The once picturesque paradise has now been completely hollowed out.

The ever-burning searchlight made of deep-sea whale oil illuminates the dark mine as bright as day.

Standing on a high place, one can clearly see thousands of cultivators of all levels lying in the spirit veins like ants, using their own souls as calculation tools to gather spiritual energy and catalyze spirit stones.

This is what is called the golden age of spiritual practice.

“.”

In silence, the girl stepped on the shared flying sword and headed towards home.

Slums filled with sewage and dilapidated wooden houses.

The blind old man heard the sound of unlocking the door and said hoarsely, "Ruoshui is back?"

"Well, Grandpa, I'm back."

The girl put down the food she bought and did not rush to cook. Instead, she took out a few syringes from the corner of the hidden cabinet and gave herself several injections.

An ironic fact is that as miners, miners themselves cannot afford spiritual stones at all.

Nowadays, mining machines are prevalent, and all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is concentrated in the spiritual veins. Ordinary cultivators can only take various drugs to burn their potential, health, and even lifespan to maintain their realm.

Otherwise, once you fall down in realm and cannot find a job, you won’t even be able to afford the most basic food that contains the trace amounts of spiritual energy you need every day, and you will starve to death.

“.”

The blind old man heard the sound of the syringe injecting liquid, his face was filled with sorrow, and he slapped himself twice, "It's all my fault. Why did I let that ant lead the way? I should have killed him!"

The old man was none other than Zihong, the little Taoist boy who led the two teams of lawyers one hundred and fifty years ago.

As for why he lost his iron rice bowl in the Immortal Court, it is another classic story of how he gambled all his fortune in the spirit stone market and lost everything in the end.

This has been repeated countless times in the human world over the past one hundred and fifty years.

The old man fell into his memories again, sitting on the sofa and cursing the ants over and over again. Ruoshui had become accustomed to this kind of daily routine. She buried her head in cooking in the kitchen and occasionally responded with a few words.

One hundred and fifty years is too short. Some people who witnessed the last era have not all died out and can still recall the beauty of the old times.

One hundred and fifty years is too long, so long that the younger generation will only regard the stories told by the elders as distant and vague legends.

It was late at night. Ruoshui was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She reached under her pillow and took out the book, which was said to be the earliest edition of the "White Paper on Lingshi Mine".

This book is well preserved and is priced at one thousand spirit stones, making it the most valuable item in this small family.

Only this book can vaguely prove the glorious history of their family.

As a Jindan cultivator, Ruoshui could not light a lamp, nor could he afford the spiritual energy consumption of casting light spells. He could only turn the pages of the book with the help of the street lights outside the window.

Through the words in the book, you can get a glimpse of the mysterious man who is called a genius, a devil, the culprit, and the instigator.

According to legend, he, who pioneered the mining era, had foreseen the situation thousands of years later.

In addition to the "Spirit Stone Mine White Paper", he also left a black book for future generations, which specifically teaches people how to break the monopoly of large sects and enable lower-level cultivators to have the power to resist.

"How could that be possible?"

Ruoshui shook her head. The pressure of life made her unable to even smile bitterly. Just as she closed the book and prepared to go to bed,

I accidentally knocked over the water cup on the bedside table, and the turbid tap water (pure water is also part of the spiritual vein and is monopolized by large sects) soaked through the pages of the book.

The ink did not spread, but instead, under the light, the hidden words appeared.

"Uh-huh?!"

A throbbing sensation went straight to her soul. Ruoshui sat up suddenly and read every word in disbelief.

“The Black Book of Lingshi Mine, Chapter 1, the decentralization of private mining machines based on the will of all people, breaking the monopoly of professional mining machines.

Chapter 2, mining machine firmware virus.

Chapter 3, Blockchain Eclipse Attack.

Chapter 4, Spiritual Vein Idle Trap"

The Black Book is real!

Ruoshui didn't notice that her nails were digging deep into her flesh because she was too excited. She was like a stranded fish, concentrating on silently reciting the words on the paper.

"Hello, children of the human world. I am Ant.

I kept this "Black Book" among the first batch of 100,000 copies of the "Spirit Stone Mine White Paper".

I don’t know whether you can find it, and I don’t know whether this batch of books will be discovered and destroyed by the major sects.

But I believe that where there is oppression, there is resistance.

When the major sects used their monopoly on mining machines and massive amounts of spiritual stones to build their indestructible castles that could suppress the world, the first cracks had already appeared on the castle's outer wall.

You must know that there are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are derived from heaven and one is hidden by man.

Computing power is not force, unity is strength.

Lingshi is not a city, but unity makes a city.

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