126: Chapter 126 The cultivators of the Nine Sects submitted; they had never seen such a monstrous cultivator before.

The Spirit Stones dug out by Zhao Yi were casually carried away by Approximate. With so many Spirit Stones, the man and the dog were already used to it and did not care, but the Nine Sect Cultivators kept recording them.

"In one hour, he dug up one High-Grade Spirit Stone, nine Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and eighty-six Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

"What kind of freak is this?"

"It makes this old man so angry that I want to go mining too."

"Who knew that a Cultivator in the Integration Realm would be so capable at digging for Spirit Stones?"

Someone nearby immediately retorted, "Give it a rest. Can't you see the role that dog plays?"

"If it weren't for it locating the veins and pinning down the mines, why don't you go try digging?"

The various Cultivators fell silent.

Even high-level Cultivators, without being able to use Spells, would not dare claim they could definitely find Spirit Stones; this profession relies too much on luck.

In this world, there is probably only Zhao Yi who is such a freak.

Otherwise, why would the ruler of the Immortal Dynasty let Zhao Yi come to dig alone for something as important as the immortal fate?

It is simply because Zhao Yi can truly equal one hundred thousand low-level Death Cultivators on his own.

Zhao Yi, wielding his hoe, now had a blank mind.

In this state, he suddenly thought of something particularly strange.

After digging for such a long time, he had nearly one hundred thousand Medium/Low-Grade Spirit Stones and had dug up several thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones, yet he had not even dug up a single Top-Grade Spirit Stone.

As an experienced old Miner, Zhao Yi immediately realized that...

This was likely another trap, the kind where fortune and misfortune are intertwined.

A huge pile of Top-Grade Spirit Stones was bound together with an unknown danger; once the Top-Grade Spirit Stones were dug up, a disaster would surely occur.

However, Zhao Yi did not care about any disaster; he had plenty of means to protect himself in the mine.

"I hope the Top-Grade Spirit Stones appear later."

Because the experience points required to advance to the Late Integration Stage were 6400, and doubling 6400 would exceed ten thousand, at that time, digging for High-Grade Spirit Stones would definitely not provide experience points. If the Top-Grade Spirit Stones appeared later, it would be perfect for solving the experience points issue for breaking through to the Mahayana Stage.

"System,"

【Miner: Zhao Yi】

【Cultivation: Mid-stage Integration (Insufficient experience points, cannot upgrade)】

【experience points: 29 / 6400】

【Reward: None】

"But to dig 6371 High-Grade Spirit Stones, how many years would that take?"

"And this Baiyu Mountain Spirit Stone mine, can it really produce so many High-Grade Spirit Stones?"

"It should be able to, after all, there is the immortal fate..."

Zhao Yi's hands did not stop, but his brain did not stop either; multitasking did not affect his mining speed in the slightest.

The System notification sound kept ringing in his mind.

【You have dug up a High-Grade Spirit Stone, experience points +1.】

【You have dug up a High-Grade Spirit Stone, experience points +1.】

...

Far West Land, Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Many strange people who had not fully taken on human form gathered together.

These strange people were like humans yet not; if you said they were human, they had non-human parts like snake tails or ox horns, but if you said they were not, they all had human forms.

However, the one in the lead, if you ignored those pointed ears, was basically no different from the Human Race.

"Everyone, you should all know by now."

"The spies of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty have sent word that a supreme grade heavenly spirit stone has been dug up at Baiyu Mountain in Anning Prefecture, Hezhou Prefecture."

"The Human Race is about to have an immortal fate appear again."

"Ten thousand years ago, an Immortal named Qingling appeared in the Human Race, causing our Spirit Race to lose our ancestral lands, and we were subsequently driven to the Far West Land, struggling to survive to this day."

"Now that the Human Race has another immortal fate appearing, when the Immortal is born, I fear it will be the day our race is exterminated."

"Will there be another Lady Ruling to speak for our Spirit Race then?"

A black-faced, burly man with ox horns and a height of nearly three meters snorted with laughter.

"Mou Wuwang, why are you making up such excuses? I, Niu Changchang, have been preparing for ten thousand years; even without this blasted immortal fate, an eastern expedition is inevitable."

"Yes, yes, yes, the Human Race is too delicious, especially fresh human blood; this old man has not tasted it in ten thousand years."

"There is no time to lose; let's act immediately."

In the hall, the many Spirit Race Cultivators were in an uproar, wishing they could immediately slaughter their way into the Human Race; they had been suppressed for too long.

"No!"

Mou Wuwang's tone carried an unquestionable air.

"Why?"

"The immortal fate has not appeared yet; if we take Baiyu Mountain in Anning Prefecture, who will dig for the immortal fate?"

"Are you, Niu Changchang, going to go?"

Upon hearing this, Niu Changchang, who was already dark-skinned, turned even darker.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Wait!"

"Wait?"

"Yes, wait..."

"The day the immortal fate is dug out is the time for our eastern expedition. I imagine on the day the immortal fate appears, the Human Race's high-level Cultivators will surely gather at Baiyu Mountain; that will be our opportunity."

"It will be just right to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Hearing Mou Wuwang say this, the other strange people gathered in twos and threes, discussing in low voices.

"Clan Chief Mou, is this appropriate?"

A delicate and beautiful female Cultivator said coquettishly,

"We have been preparing for ten thousand years, especially for the purple strange crystal stone that we planned for a thousand years, which we have now obtained; how can we just postpone it just like that?"

"The most critical point is, who knows when the Human Race will be able to dig out that immortal fate?"

"If it takes one or two ten thousand years to dig out, do we have to wait another ten or twenty thousand years?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits instantly fell silent.

All the strange people looked at Mou Wuwang.

Mou Wuwang frowned, tapping his fingers continuously.

"Fairy Hua is right; it was my oversight."

"Then let's proceed according to the plan."

"First, take down Hezhou Prefecture."

Mou Wuwang seemed to have remembered something and added cruelly, "As for the immortal fate..."

"We can let those Human Race Cultivators dig; if ten thousand are not enough, then one hundred thousand; if one hundred thousand are not enough, then a million."

"At worst, we will just eat a little less."

As soon as these words were spoken, a burst of joyful laughter immediately rang out in the Hall of Ten Thousand Spirits.

...

Baiyu Mountain Spirit Stone mine.

The Nine Sect Cultivators all had red eyes. As time passed and the three-year deadline drew closer, everyone was holding their breath, determined that nothing could go wrong.

Even though Zhao Yi's speed was faster, they were surprisingly able to keep up.

Without the support of cultivation, people got tired,

they would lean against the mine wall to sleep for a while, and after waking up, they would continue moving the mountain rocks.

So much so that one Cultivator sighed, "If I had been this diligent in my cultivation before, I probably would have had a Breakthrough long ago."

The other Nine Sect Cultivators nodded in agreement.

Indeed, if their previous cultivation had been half as diligent as it was now, their cultivation levels would definitely not have advanced so slowly.

But when they saw Zhao Yi's figure, all the Cultivators sincerely said, "Respect."

Before entering the Baiyu Mountain Spirit Stone mine, they had considered themselves well-traveled and knowledgeable, but they had never seen a freakish Cultivator like Zhao Yi.

What normal person would dig for Spirit Stones for a whole year?

The most speechless part was that Zhao Yi was completely indifferent to the Spirit Stones he dug out; no matter what level of Spirit Stone he dug up, he would not even look at it, nor would he stop.

It seemed as if he was digging purely for the sake of digging.

As one of the first batch of Wuxiang Sect Cultivators to enter the mine, Wu Chuan looked at Zhao Yi with a mix of confusion and admiration, muttering to himself, "Could this be Old Ancestor Zhao's Dao?"

His eyes were dull, and he mechanically moved the mountain rocks, but his mind was filled with the image of Zhao Yi digging without stopping day and night.

Compared to Zhao Yi's persistent perseverance, his past and his history seemed so childish and ridiculous...