57: Chapter 57 Approximate Technique Mutation

Bai Yuzhong stood up, then sat back down.

In truth, he was just putting on a show for Bai Yucheng, a Soul Transformation expert. Having lived for over seven hundred years, he had long since let go of such things.

Now, hoarding more Spirit Stones for his descendants was the real way forward.

"A Nascent Soul True Monarch going to dig for Spirit Stones..."

Bai Yucheng rubbed his temples. If Zhao Yi were in the city, he could kill him with a single hand, and the grudge of the Pingcheng County Bai clan branch would be avenged immediately.

Now that he was in the mine, it had become troublesome. He couldn't just run into the Spirit Stone mine to kill someone, could he?

...

Great White Spirit Stone Mine, in the main mine tunnel.

Zhao Yi looked around.

Very good, finally no one was around.

He pressed his entire body against the mine wall.

"Approximation Technique."

"Within twenty meters."

"The Great Dao is Simple, the approximation is naturally formed, numbers arise from the heart, all things take shape. Once a thought arises, heaven and earth grow dim, rounding off, the destiny of the universe is set."

At this moment, Zhao Yi's mind was blank. He recited the Approximation Technique unconsciously, completely stunned.

What had he seen?

The scriptures of the Approximation Technique were emitting golden light, floating one by one in the Void Realm.

After the four words 'destiny of the universe is set' were recited, those golden characters suddenly combined, manifesting into a golden dog.

"A dog?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Woof woof woof~"

Seemingly sensing Zhao Yi's intent, the golden dog wagged its tail and scrambled over to Zhao Yi's feet.

"Holy crap!"

"You are too fat."

The dog manifested by the Approximation Technique was not only short but also very fat; its belly was almost touching the ground.

"No, that's not right."

"Where is my Approximation Technique?"

The dog in his hand was very real, even slightly warm.

"No way, are you for real?"

Zhao Yi put down the golden dog, formed seals with both hands, and cast the Approximation Technique again.

"Approximation Technique."

"Within twenty meters."

"The Great Dao is Simple, the approximation is naturally formed..."

"Woof woof woof~"

The original golden dog slowly disappeared, and then new scriptures once again formed a golden dog.

Zhao Yi...

That familiar look in its eyes—you two are the same one, aren't you?

Without the Approximation Technique, how was he supposed to judge where the Spirit Stones were now?

"Woof woof woof~"

The golden dog barked wildly at the mine wall to the southwest.

"Hmm?"

Zhao Yi seemed to understand.

"You mean there are Spirit Stones here?"

Bang, bang, bang!

Zhao Yi swung the great sumeru treasure hoe and started digging.

[You dug up a Medium Grade Spirit Stone, experience points + 1.]

[You dug up a Medium Grade Spirit Stone, experience points + 1.]

...

Almost every swing of the hoe resulted in a Medium Grade Spirit Stone being dug out.

Behind Zhao Yi, that golden dog was pawing at the mountain rocks, picking out the Spirit Stones from them and piling them up.

"Holy crap, you're awesome!"

"Not bad, not bad. From now on, your name is Approximate."

Being able to judge which direction had Spirit Stones and also helping to pick them up—this was much more useful than the pure Approximation Technique.

"Crunch."

"No, no, you can't eat that~"

Seeing that there were no Spirit Stones in the rocks, the newly named Approximate ran over to the pile of Spirit Stones, bit into a Medium Grade Spirit Stone, and started crunching away.

"I thought I had found a good dog with human-like intelligence. Damn it, it turns out you're just picking these Spirit Stones up as food."

"That's strange. Aren't you manifested from a Spell? You still need to eat Spirit Stones?"

Zhao Yi picked up Approximate. It was golden, chubby, and looked particularly festive.

"Fine, fine. Next time you want to eat, just bark once."

Zhao Yi waved his hand and collected the Spirit Stones into his pink Storage Pouch.

Eleven Medium Grade Spirit Stones and thirty-three Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

It wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a little either. Zhao Yi thought it was decent.

"Behave, don't just eat Spirit Stones."

Picking up the hoe beside him, Zhao Yi continued his mining career.

As the mountain rocks fell, Approximate sat not far from Zhao Yi like a guard. If there were Spirit Stones in the rocks, it would immediately run over, scramble with its short little legs, and then carry the Spirit Stone to the side. Thus, it went on, back and forth, running non-stop.

Time flowed on. There was no distinction between day and night in the mine tunnel, only the never-extinguishing Sky Light Stones.

"Silly Dog, stop eating."

"I am truly impressed."

He didn't know if there were no High-Grade Spirit Stones in this Great White Spirit Stone Mine, but for these past few days, Zhao Yi hadn't managed to dig up a single High-Grade Spirit Stone.

With his Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, going without food, drink, or sleep for a short period was not a problem at all.

For such a long time, Zhao Yi had not slept or rested. Even without digging up any High-Grade Spirit Stones, he had actually accumulated enough experience points to break through to the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul Stage.

"System."

[Miner: Zhao Yi]

[Cultivation: Early Stage Nascent Soul (Can be upgraded)]

[experience points: 800 / 800]

[Rewards: None]

"Approximate, let's go!"

A golden, round ball came sprinting over from not far away. Wherever it passed, rocks splashed and dust swirled.

"Damn!"

"Dead Dog, you need to go on a diet."

Zhao Yi couldn't understand it no matter how he thought about it. Something manifested by a Spell—eating Spirit Stones was one thing, but it could actually get fat? Where was the logic in that?

...

White Spirit Cave.

Hearing Zhao Yi's voice, Gao Ling didn't even have time to change her clothes; she came out wearing her Cultivate attire.

Those two mounds bouncing up and down made Zhao Yi suspect she was doing it on purpose.

"Fellow Daoist Gao, 795 Medium Grade Spirit Stones. I'm handing over 556 to the academy, and here is fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones for you."

Zhao Yi took a pile of Medium Grade Spirit Stones out of his Storage Pouch and placed them in front of Gao Ling.

"Oh, and there are Low-Grade Spirit Stones. I don't know how many there are, but I've handed them all over."

Zhao Yi took out all the Low-Grade Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch and gave them to Gao Ling.

It wasn't that Zhao Yi was morally noble, but he really had no idea how many Low-Grade Spirit Stones Approximate, that glutton, had eaten in the mine tunnel.

But handing over all the remaining Low-Grade Spirit Stones was something Zhao Yi certainly wouldn't violate his Dao oath over.

"How many?"

"795 Medium Grade Spirit Stones?"

Gao Ling was shocked. How long had it been?

By any calculation, it had only been five months.

"Wait a moment..."

Gao Ling's fingers danced as the Spirit Stones flowed through her hands like water.

"556 Medium Grade Spirit Stones, 2,481 Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

"How did you dig up so many?"

Zhao Yi...

"Is it a lot?"

He didn't think so. Compared to the Lesser Strange Spirit Stone Mine, this was considered small.

Five months, 150 days, 795 Medium Grade Spirit Stones. On average, that was less than six Medium Grade Spirit Stones a day. What was there to be surprised about?

He glanced at Approximate, who was sitting solemnly to the side. This Silly Dog alone had eaten at least 3,000 Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

But converted into Medium Grade Spirit Stones, that was only thirty. Compared to the Medium Grade Spirit Stones dug up, it didn't seem like much. Thinking about it this way, Zhao Yi felt better.

"Approximate, let's go!"

At Zhao Yi's call, Approximate got up and followed behind him, its belly dragging on the ground, its bottom wiggling—it was indescribably fat.

Watching Zhao Yi's departing back, Gao Ling had a complex expression on her face. The Spirit Stones Zhao Yi dug in five months could catch up to the amount the three Golden Core members of the Bai clan dug in a year.

"So, did he really come here to dig Spirit Stones?"

As soon as Zhao Yi left the Spirit Stone mine, many people started asking how many Spirit Stones he had dug, with the three Bai Yuzhong brothers being the most enthusiastic.

"What?"

"He dug nearly 800 Medium Grade Spirit Stones in five months, and handed over more than 2,000 Low-Grade Spirit Stones?"

"Hiss~"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Could it be that he didn't rest at all in the mine, and spent the whole time digging Spirit Stones?"