12: Chapter 12 Seven Days Later

"How many Spirit Stones did you dig today?"

Zhou Yan walked in front, saying she had dug up twenty-seven Low-Grade Spirit Stones, but Zhao Yi did not hear any particular joy in her voice.

"Not many..."

"Maybe two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Two..."

"Mid-Grade Spirit Stones?"

Zhou Yan suddenly turned around. Zhao Yi could not stop in time and almost bumped into her.

She stared at Zhao Yi with wide eyes, her nose almost touching his.

Their breathing mingled.

A faint fragrance went straight into Zhao Yi's Soul.

This old Cultivator, Zhao Yi, felt uncomfortable.

"Ahem,"

"It's just two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, you..."

"Your reaction is too exaggerated."

"I can only get twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Zhao Yi held up the Storage Pouch in his hand.

"What are you so excited about?"

Zhou Yan did not speak for a long time. After a while, as if having made up her mind, she asked softly: "Are you at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer or the Qi Refining Eighth Layer now?"

Zhao Yi...

"Qi Refining Eighth Layer!"

He took a gamble and decided to tell the truth.

Zhao Yi thought Zhou Yan would say something, but she just turned and left, her pace even faster than before.

At the exit of the mine,

When the formation spirit announced two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones and seven Low-Grade Spirit Stones, Bai Chuanfeng abruptly stood up from his chair, looking at Zhao Yi with an expression of disbelief.

He could not figure out how Zhao Yi managed to dig them.

Digging two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones a day—even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator in the second-level main mine could only manage that.

After Zhao Yi left, Bai Chuanfeng quietly took the shadow recording hat that Zhao Yi had been wearing.

In the secret chamber,

Bai Chuanfeng stood with concentrated focus, forming hand seals with both hands.

"Great Void Formless, All Phenomena Leave Traces."

With a point of his finger, a white light merged into the shadow recording hat.

A white light flashed, and the shadow recording hat projected a scene of rocks.

If Zhao Yi were here, he would definitely realize that what the shadow recording hat had captured was exactly his perspective.

The recording in the shadow recording hat could not be fast-forwarded, so Bai Chuanfeng could only watch it bit by bit.

...

Dahe Tower.

Zhao Yi did not know that Bai Chuanfeng was watching the recording from his shadow recording hat. He was currently looking at Zhou Yan in shock.

"Ten portions of War Ram meat?"

This is insane. The flavor is so strong, how can anyone finish it?

On the other side, Zhou Yan did not give Zhao Yi any chance to refuse. She held up the Quiet Moon Wine, her eyes filled with a smile.

"Come, drink!"

Zhao Yi...

Damn it, he was a male Cultivator, an old male Cultivator at that. What was there to be afraid of?

Drink!

Once he started drinking, he went all out.

Zhao Yi didn't even know how much of the taboo War Ram meat he had eaten.

The Quiet Moon Wine, which was supposed to clear the mind and calm the heart, was now useless.

At this moment, looking at Zhou Yan slumped on the table, Zhao Yi felt something called ill intentions...

But in the end, Zhao Yi still had a shred of rationality.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back..."

Zhou Yan ignored him completely...

"Are you drunk?"

Zhao Yi went to support Zhou Yan. With just a gentle lift, Zhou Yan stood up.

Looking at Zhou Yan, with her eyes tightly closed and her face slightly flushed,

how could Zhao Yi not understand her coyness?

In the cultivation room,

two sets of breathing were particularly heavy.

At the critical moment, Zhao Yi lost his nerve again.

Slap!

Zhao Yi slapped himself hard and cursed: "Zhao Yi, oh Zhao Yi, you really are not a decent person. How can you take advantage of someone in such a state and do something worse than a beast?"

"So hot~"

As Zhou Yan fumbled,

something seemed to break free from its restraints, swaying freely.

Zhao Yi...

So, this is the true face of Mount Lu?

"Ahem~"

Zhao Yi had never seen such a scene; he was directly choked by his own saliva.

"Zhao Yi~"

...

Seven days later.

The relationship between Zhao Yi and Zhou Yan progressed rapidly; the two wished they could melt into each other.

"No, I have to go dig Spirit Stones."

"Can't keep being this decadent."

"If you want to go, go yourself. I want to sleep..."

Zhou Yan couldn't even open her eyes.

These past few days, she had been too tired from Cultivating.

"Then you have a good rest."

Zhao Yi hung up that conspicuous Storage Pouch, which contained only ten hoes.

As for the Spirit Stones, they couldn't be brought into the Spirit Stone Mine, so Zhao Yi could only deposit them in the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty's bank; otherwise, he really had nowhere to put them.

At the entrance of the first-level main mine of the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, Bai Chuanfeng saw Zhao Yi and smiled strangely, even greeting Zhao Yi.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Yi was baffled, but he didn't think much of it. As long as Bai Chuanfeng didn't take action personally, he wasn't afraid of anyone.

His cultivation at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer was his source of confidence.

Branch Mine No. 7787,

"Approximation Technique,"

...

"Approximate: Zero."

Zhao Yi didn't mind. After digging for twenty meters, he used the Approximation Technique again, and it was zero again...

After wandering around the mine for a few rounds, Zhao Yi decided to change locations.

"The place where I dug up Mid-Grade Spirit Stones is near Branch Mine No. 7786. I'll go next door."

Zhao Yi made his decision.

Bang, bang~

Zhao Yi swung his hoe, digging for Spirit Stones in the Spirit Stone Mine during the day and Cultivating with Zhou Yan at night.

"Ah~"

"Stop it!"

"I want to go dig Spirit Stones tomorrow~"

Zhou Yan's whimpering voice came.

The bright moon shone directly onto the earth.

...

The Bai family, Lingran Illusion Realm.

San Garden,

A Cultivator cautiously walked up to Bai Chuanfa.

"Master, Young Master Tong has come out of seclusion."

"He failed his Foundation Establishment Breakthrough this time."

Bai Chuanfa was stunned.

"Failed?"

"Failure is good. If he hadn't failed, I wouldn't have been able to give away this foundation establishment pill."

"Go, invite Young Master Tong over. Tell him I have something important to discuss with him."

Half a day later, a pale-faced Cultivator walked in.

"Third Uncle, you looking for me?"

Bai Chuanfa didn't mention the matter of Bai Jia Gang, but instead asked with concern: "I heard you failed your Foundation Establishment Breakthrough?"

"Success and failure are common occurrences, especially when moving from Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, which is also known as the Mortal-Shedding Barrier. Among the many Qi Refining Cultivators, those who can become Foundation Establishment Cultivators are one in ten thousand..."

Listening to Bai Chuanfa's rambling, Bai Jiatong endured again and again.

He was already unhappy about failing the Foundation Establishment Breakthrough, and being lectured by Bai Chuanfa made him feel even worse.

"Third Uncle, if you have something to say, just say it..."

Bai Chuanfa paused.

"Jia Gang has fallen."

Bai Jiatong was silent. With Bai Jia Gang's arrogant and domineering personality, wasn't his fall just a matter of time?

"He was killed with a single punch in the vicinity of the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, at the Bai family's doorstep. His internal organs were all turned into powder."

Bai Jiatong was slightly moved. This was a slap in the face of the Bai family.

"What does Third Uncle want me to do?"

"Revenge. We cannot let such a villain remain at large."

"This is my wish, and also the wish of your Nineteenth Uncle."

"Nineteenth Uncle?"

Bai Jiatong frowned. He could disregard Bai Chuanfa, but Bai Chuanfeng was different. Not to mention his position as a manager, his cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage alone was something Bai Jiatong could not ignore.

"What is his name? What is his cultivation?"

"Zhao Yi. His cultivation should be above the Qi Refining Seventh Layer."

"Fine, I know. I will give Third Uncle a result within five days."

After speaking, Bai Jiatong turned and left. It wasn't that he was arrogant without reason; he had the capital to be arrogant. Having cultivated for only thirteen years, he was already at the Qi Condensation Ninth Layer and was proficient in sword techniques. He could be called the Qilin of the Bai family.

"Wait a moment~"

"Does Third Uncle have anything else?"

"Your Nineteenth Uncle is busy. This is the foundation establishment pill he gave you."

Bai Jiatong took the foundation establishment pill and paused for a moment.

If it hadn't been for his stubbornness in insisting on not using the foundation establishment pill, perhaps he would already be a Foundation Establishment Cultivator by now.

After struggling for a moment, Bai Jiatong still put away the foundation establishment pill.

"Many thanks to Nineteenth Uncle."

Not long after Bai Jiatong came out of San Garden, another Cultivator came over and said: "Young Master Tong."

"Ninth Master invites you?"

Bai Jiatong...

He had just received the foundation establishment pill given by Bai Chuanfeng from Bai Chuanfa, and now he was being summoned again. What was this game they were playing?