22: Chapter 22 Little Strange Demon

Zhao Yi handed the Gold Spirit Stone and three Low-Grade Spirit Stones to Hu Kun, but Hu Kun waved his hands quickly and said, "Except for Spirit Stones, everything else dug up belongs to the individual. There is no need to split the Gold Spirit Stone."

"There's such a good thing?"

Upon hearing that the Gold Spirit Stone didn't need to be split, Zhao Yi immediately packed it away; after all, Zhao Yi was currently short on Spirit Stones.

Unfortunately, this Gold Spirit Stone seemed to have used up all of Zhao Yi's luck; from then until the end, Zhao Yi had no further gains whatsoever.

That day, because Zhao Yi dug up a Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, he received the highest record since he started mining: fourteen Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Over three days, Zhao Yi obtained thirty-four Low-Grade Spirit Stones, totaling one hundred and fifty-one experience points.

"System."

【Miner: Zhao Yi】

【Cultivation: Foundation Establishment Early Stage (Insufficient experience, cannot upgrade)】

【experience points: 516 / 1280】

【Reward: good luck card (60 seconds)】

"Finally, I have a good luck card again."

"Unfortunately, it's not my turn to mine tomorrow."

"And..."

Zhao Yi 'looked' at the last wisp of True Qi in his Dantian, feeling both amused and frustrated. Because he had used the Approximation Technique once today, he had consumed a bit too much True Qi. Even worse, based on his current recovery speed, Zhao Yi estimated he wouldn't be able to participate in mining the day after tomorrow. Looking at the Spirit Stones in his Storage Pouch, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, took one out, placed it in his palm, and began to absorb it.

It took a full thirteen hours for Zhao Yi to wake from his Cultivate session, and the Spirit Stone in his palm had turned into powder.

"You used a Spirit Stone to Cultivate?" Hu Kun asked with a conflicted expression. Zhao Yi nodded, "Yesterday's consumption was a bit high."

There was absolutely no privacy in the mine; many people had seen Zhao Yi using a Spirit Stone to Cultivate.

Of course, there was also a lot of gossip, the most common being: he's already a Death Cultivator, isn't it a waste to use Spirit Stones to Cultivate?

People can say whatever they want; as long as it wasn't to Zhao Yi's face, he couldn't be bothered to care.

"Let's go, time to dig for Spirit Stones."

Zhao Yi planned to use the good luck card today. With a duration of sixty seconds in the second level of the mine, he didn't know how many Spirit Stones he could dig up.

...Lingran Illusion Realm. Bai Chuanfeng looked at the intelligence in his hand; this was something the Bai family had spent a large sum of money to obtain from the Anning Prefecture First Cultivation Academy: Zhao Yi, enrolled at age eight, practiced for exactly thirty years, left the academy at Qi Refining Third Layer, and had no backing.

"Hmph!" "The Cultivation Academy was also deceived by this insidious and cunning brat." "Thirty years of cultivation, Qi Refining Third Layer? Tell that to the ghosts." "He didn't even graduate? That's hilarious."

Only after confirming that Zhao Yi had no backing in the Cultivation Academy was Bai Chuanfeng relieved. He took out a jade mirror and cast a Spell; the face of Bai Chuanzhi appeared within the jade mirror.

"Chuanzhi, it has been confirmed; that brat has no backing at the Cultivation Academy." Bai Chuanzhi nodded, "I know. I'll go take care of him tonight."

After speaking, Bai Chuanzhi's face disappeared. Bai Chuanfeng shook his head helplessly; his cousin was just too cautious. Why investigate back and forth when he could just kill him? It was a waste of time.

In the second level of the mine, Bai Chuanzhi frowned. Below him, a female Cultivator was writhing frantically. "You dog-like thing, only half an hour and you're already done for? What use are you?"

As he spoke, he struck down with one palm. The female Cultivator was instantly torn to pieces, and blood splattered all over Bai Chuanzhi. The smell of blood instantly filled the entire branch mine. Far from being disgusted, Bai Chuanzhi used his finger to collect some blood and put it into his mouth.

"Come here, everyone get ready; we're working tonight." "Hahaha~" "Boss, who are we targeting?" Cultivators emerged from all directions, surrounding Bai Chuanzhi, laughing and joking.

"Zhou Muyu." "They've been digging for so many days; it's our turn to harvest."

...Meanwhile, Zhao Yi was swinging his hoe. Hu Kun had tried to grab it from Zhao Yi many times, saying he would dig for Spirit Stones. What a joke, how could Zhao Yi agree? If he let Hu Kun dig for Spirit Stones, how would he get experience points? How would he use the good luck card?

But how could Hu Kun know Zhao Yi's plan? He said with red eyes, "Brother Zhao, you really are my own brother."

Zhao Yi... "Look at you, tears and snot everywhere, what do you look like?" "Get lost quickly, don't disgust me here."

"Alright, alright~" "I understand, I understand!" Hu Kun swept the rocks around Zhao Yi clean, and even when others gossiped about Zhao Yi, Hu Kun would go up and fight them directly.

Zhao Yi shook his head, not bothering to manage Hu Kun. He took a deep breath, "System, claim reward!" A sixty-second countdown appeared in Zhao Yi's mind. "I'll dig!"

True Qi covered the entire hoe, and Zhao Yi swung it rapidly. 【You dug up four Low-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +4.】

Digging up four Low-Grade Spirit Stones in one swing, Zhao Yi could only say it was invincible. "Hu Kun, come over here and pick up the Spirit Stones, stop blabbering." "Damn, I feel like I've dug into a Spirit Stone nest."

While calling out to Hu Kun, Zhao Yi's hands didn't stop. 【You dug up three Low-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +3.】

Hearing Zhao Yi say he had dug into a Spirit Stone nest, the Cultivators who were originally meditating and resting instantly tensed up. One after another, seven or eight Cultivators surrounded Zhao Yi, some holding magical swords, some holding precious blades, filled with Killing Intent.

"This..." "Is there a need to be so exaggerated?"

Time was passing, Zhao Yi's hoe didn't stop, and the System's notification sounds in his ears didn't stop either. In any case, every time Zhao Yi swung his hoe, he dug up Spirit Stones—at least two or three, and at most five or six—there was simply never an empty swing.

The countdown in his eyes had twenty seconds left. It took four or five seconds to swing the hoe once, so Zhao Yi could dig at most four or five more times.

【You dug up ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +10.】【You dug up one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, experience points +100.】【You dug up one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, experience points +100.】【You dug up two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +200.】

The countdown reached zero, and Zhao Yi's last swing actually dug up two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones. "Holy crap, this is truly Heaven-Defying."

"Careful!" Just as Zhao Yi was happy, Zhou Muyu suddenly shouted. Then his figure flashed and appeared in front of Zhao Yi and Hu Kun. "Bang!" A loud noise came, and in his panic, Zhao Yi saw a black shadow on the mine wall smash into Zhou Muyu.

"Lesser Strange Demon, hurry and kill it, don't let it escape." Many Cultivators moved in coordination, all surrounding the black shadow. But because Spells could not be used in the mine, the many Cultivators could only rely on physical attacks, and having too many people became a burden instead.

"Ah~" A scream rang out. "No good, this beast killed Junior Sister Chen."

The thirty-some Cultivators were in a panic. The encirclement failed, and they had one person killed in return; the strength of this Lesser Strange Demon truly exceeded Zhao Yi's expectations.

"Split into groups of three, don't give this beast a chance." At the critical moment, Zhou Muyu's voice rang out. "Senior Brother Zhou, are you alright?" Zhao Yi stood beside Zhou Muyu; he could see clearly that Zhou Muyu's face was pale, and it was obvious he was injured.

"Kill this abomination first, otherwise we will all die tonight." Zhao Yi... He raised his hoe, watching the black shadow darting around the mine, feeling that he simply couldn't make a move.