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The cold wind swept across, the snow rolled, and rushed directly under the eaves of the corridor, lifting the door curtain, and the corner of the sleeve fluttered and rustled, and the cold became more and more oppressive.

Dao Yijian sighed, "It's been a long time since I've seen you deal with these matters."

At this time, Lin Qinghe was holding a jade slip in his right hand and an account book in his left hand, carefully checking the accounts.

The cold snowflakes floated onto her loose black hair and gradually melted.

Finally finished looking at this month's accounts.

Lin Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and blinked his slightly sore eyes.

"I have only seen my master handle these matters." Lin Qinghe gently placed the account book in his hand on the table and cast his eyes towards the courtyard where snowflakes were falling.

Her master, Guangjin Zhenzun, is the head of the Wuji Sect.

On weekdays, Master Guangjin always immersed himself in the tedious affairs of the sect all day long. He worked day and night to manage the affairs of the sect in an orderly manner.

Now it was Lin Qinghe's turn to manage the Song family's business, and Lin Qinghe deeply felt the hardships involved. In the past two years, in order to make the Song family's business flourish, she racked her brains and even wished she could grow another brain.

She also used the knowledge she had learned in the modern dimension to set up restaurants, hotels, and beauty salons.

These novel ideas brought constant help and motivation to the Song family and laid a solid foundation for the family's prosperity.

However, surprisingly, the most profitable business is not these businesses, but the rich output brought by the spirit stone mines under the Song family every year.

The spiritual stones that the Song family obtains from digging new spiritual veins in a year are now three times what they earn from business.

In the Tianyuan Continent, aristocratic families like the Song family are eligible to participate in the battle for the pulse that is held once every sixty years.

In this battle for spiritual veins, those younger generations who possess outstanding strength and win the championship will obtain the right to mine the largest proportion of spiritual veins.

Because the strength rankings of the family's younger generations vary, the shares of spiritual veins they can obtain are also different.

Generally speaking, the stronger and higher the ranking, the larger the share of spiritual veins they can get.

Lin Qinghe took time out from his busy schedule last year to participate in the battle for the pulse.

With her outstanding strength and the Daoyi Sword in her hand, she is simply invincible and no one can defeat her.

In battles with opponents of the same level, Lin Qinghe has never been defeated.

Along the way, she successfully seized the leadership of the righteous path and naturally obtained the largest share of the spiritual vein mining rights.

Under her operation, the Song family began to make a lot of money.

In addition, there is another benefit to obtaining the right to mine the spirit veins, which is that Lin Qinghe no longer has to worry about not having spirit stones available.

Now, her storage bag is filled with heavy spirit stones.

The Song family has been developing in a positive direction. Seeing that everything that should be done has been done, Lin Qinghe asked 0038, "0038, is the mission completed?"

"It's done. Do you want to go back, host?" 0038 checked the completion of the task and asked after finding no problem.

Lin Qinghe flicked the hilt of Dao Yijian's sword, and Dao Yijian, who had been a little listless, immediately became energetic.

"Are we leaving now?!" God knows he and Lin Qinghe have been feeling uncomfortable staying here for a long time.

"Well, go say goodbye to Xingchen Jiandao quickly. We'll be leaving soon." Seeing Dao Yijian flying towards the treasure pavilion where Xingchen Jian was staying in a panic, Lin Qinghe shook his head and laughed.

Under Xingchen Sword's reluctant gaze, Dao Yijian still followed Lin Qinghe and left this plane.

Dao Yijian sighed. After this farewell, it would be thousands of years since they last met.

"We'll meet again." Lin Qinghe comforted.

"This plane mission has been completed—"

"The plane is leaving——"

"Escape successful."

After following Lin Qinghe back to the system space, Dao Yijian wandered around here curiously.

"Qinghe, have you been here for so long?" It looked at the vast expanse of white surroundings, with nothing in it. After walking around, it found... there was really nothing to see.

Is your house really penniless?

She has been here alone for so many years?

Lin Qinghe, who was in the soul state, nodded after hearing this, "Well, if I practice here, my soul will become more solid."

Practicing in the system space would be beneficial to her soul and body.

This is also the reason why although Lin Qinghe's spirit was weak when he first arrived at the system space, he was able to recover slowly.

"Lin Qinghe, I heard that after a person dies, their state will return to their original state. Can you change into one for me?" To see how she died.

Lin Qinghe shook his head. "I was like this when I came in, and I don't remember how I died, so I can't change."

"..."

"Host, the next world is the Primordial Plane. I can only buy you thirty years." The Primordial Plane is strictly controlled, and it takes a lot of effort for 0038 to get people in.

After entering the prehistoric plane, no matter how weak she is, she will have the strength of a celestial being. It will be more conducive for Lin Qinghe to attain enlightenment there.

But the system can only buy thirty years.

"0038, thank you." Lin Qinghe thanked it. 0038 did its best for its host.

0038 didn't respond for a long time, "Then you'll have to survive there."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qinghe was teleported out.

Dao Yijian was left in the space. He was dumbfounded. "No, you forgot about me. What about me? Let me go with her."

"Dao Yijian, you have a special identity, so if you can avoid entering the prehistoric plane, then don't do it." The electronic voice of 0038 sounded.

The timeline it teleported Lin Qinghe to was before the war between the wizards and the liches, when Daluo were everywhere and Golden Immortals were as numerous as dogs.

If he uses the sword, wouldn’t his life be snatched away for sure?