The main courtyard of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's outpost was completely illuminated by floating spiritual lanterns as a dozen panicked clerks frantically waved their abacuses, their brushes flying across sheets of high-grade parchment. The process of auditing, weighing, and categorizing the massive mountain of resources was an absolute logistical nightmare.
The azure-robed outpost captain and the friendly guard leader stood right beside the grand copper scales, their eyes bulging further with every single calculation. The baseline value of the Spiritual Web Spiders was already infinitely superior to the Mist Monkeys they had processed the previous day; the sheer density of rare alchemical and forging components on these arachnid predators existed on a completely different tier of cultivation economics.
The head clerk, an old man with thick spectacles whose hands were visibly shaking, stepped forward with a golden ledger, coughing slightly to clear his tight throat.
