Isn't there some earth-shattering event destined to strike me right on the head

The Canghuang Realm.

This was the name of the Upper Realm, its origins long lost to time.

Compared to Great Xia, where Su Ji had previously stayed, the Canghuang Realm was more than hundreds of times larger.

Furthermore, the proportion of cultivators here was even greater!

However, heavenly treasures and blessed grotto-heavens were limited.

There were too many wolves and not enough meat.

Thus, a very serious problem arose.

Cultivation resources were severely lacking.

For the sake of a tiny bit of resources, fathers and sons turning against each other, brothers fighting within the walls, and masters and disciples slaughtering one another were common occurrences.

...

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from the dead wasteland of the mine, there was a place with picturesque scenery.

Hidden amidst a bamboo forest sat a rather elegant pavilion.

Three large characters were written in bold, flowing strokes on the plaque: Wind Listening Pavilion.

The Wind Listening Pavilion was considered a moderately sized neutral faction in the Canghuang Realm.

They did not participate in any disputes, nor did they take any sides. Their method of earning cultivation resources was a breath of fresh air in this realm.

Selling information.

Every month, the Wind Listening Pavilion would release a compilation. They would categorize and bind all the major and minor events that occurred in the Canghuang Realm that month into a booklet for public sale.

If there was any earth-shattering event, they would even release a special edition.

It had to be said that when this business first started, it was ridiculously popular.

After all, for rogue cultivators lacking connections, or even many reclusive sects and aristocratic families, this was simply a gospel.

By paying only a small price, they could have the movements of the entire Canghuang Realm in the palm of their hands. No matter how you looked at it, this was a bargain.

The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion was once hailed as a business prodigy.

But now, this business prodigy was resting his chin on his hands, sitting in his elegant study, fretting over the pitiful income in the ledger to the point of losing his hair.

There was nothing he could do.

These days, everything was about intense competition.

If your Wind Listening Pavilion could sell information, couldn't others do the same?

"Wind Listening Pavilion Monthly Report, one hundred low-grade spirit stones, honest prices for all! Covering the major events of the world, don't miss it if you pass by!"

Soon, competitors jumped out.

"Shocking Thunder Hall Express! Two issues a month! Only eighty spirit stones! Large quantities to satisfy you, keeping you at the forefront of intelligence!"

Immediately after, the situation started to get weird.

"Baisuanzi Weekly Report! Sixty spirit stones! Updated weekly! Keeping you informed of the latest developments at all times! You can't lose out, you can't be fooled!"

In the end, the situation completely spiraled out of control.

This world was hopeless.

Everyone wanted to make money, and in the end, no one could make money.

The painstakingly collected intelligence could just barely cover the costs.

Some people had even started selling information at a loss.

Who knew if these people were natural-born Sword Sect disciples—acting so incredibly cheap and totally brainless.

At this rate, everyone might as well starve to death together.

"Pavilion Master."

A maid dressed in green walked in carefully, carrying a cup of hot tea.

"Next month's expenses... we don't have enough spirit stones again."

The maid's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, afraid of provoking her Pavilion Master, who was on the verge of exploding on the spot.

The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion irritably scratched his beautiful, long black hair, turning it into a bird's nest.

"Not enough?!"

He slammed the table and stood up abruptly.

"If worse comes to worst, I'll just go out and rob someone!"

The maid shivered at his sudden outburst, almost dropping the teacup in her hands.

With a bitter face, she was on the verge of tears.

"Pavilion Master... the current Great Emperor forbids 'Immortals' from participating in worldly disputes..."

"Moreover, even demonic cultivators have started selling information as a side job. They even do bundle sales—buy information, get a peace amulet for free. It's much cheaper than ours..."

The Pavilion Master of the Wind Listening Pavilion felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

"Damn it, isn't there some earth-shattering event that can just drop right onto my lap?"