60: Chapter 60 The Death of Bai Miyao

"He entered the mine?"

Several Soul Transformation cultivators stared blankly at the mine entrance.

Admittedly, Zhao Yi was a Death Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage and likely a skilled hand at mining Spirit Stones, but not to the extent that they would lower themselves to enter the mine.

"Seniors, once True Lord Zhao enters the mine, he won't come out for several months."

"Why don't you leave your contact information? When he comes out, I will have him pay a visit?"

"No need!"

Immediately, three figures vanished.

Only one female Golden Core cultivator remained. She bowed gracefully to Gao Ling,

"Sister Gao, I am under orders from Ninth Master. If I don't see True Lord Zhao, I cannot return to report."

"Sister, could you do me a favor and let me enter the mine to see the True Lord?"

"This?"

Gao Ling was in a dilemma. The academy's rules stated that those who weren't mining could not enter the mine, but she couldn't afford to ignore Ninth Master's Face,

"How about this: I will accompany you into the mine."

"Many thanks, Sister."

The female cultivator smiled faintly.

She followed Gao Ling into the mine.

On the way, the female cultivator smiled and said: "Sister Gao, is True Lord Zhao Yi easy to talk to? It's strange, the name Zhao Yi is exactly the same as the name of an old acquaintance of mine."

"Is that so?"

"What was that acquaintance's cultivation level?"

"He..."

"He was a Golden Core Immortal Master."

"Oh~"

Gao Ling didn't respond. A Golden Core Immortal Master and a Nascent Soul True Monarch were worlds apart; it couldn't be such a coincidence that they were the same person.

In the main mine tunnel,

The two women traveled downwards. Because they had to check every branch tunnel, their speed was a bit slow.

By the time they reached the end of the mine, it was already the next day.

In the mine, Zhao Yi was swinging his hoe when a familiar aura appeared behind him.

Zhao Yi gripped the great sumeru treasure hoe tightly and turned around slowly.

When he saw the identity of the person who had arrived, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and said,

"Bai"

"Mi"

"Yao"

Bai Miyao, who was beside Gao Ling, looked panic-stricken,

"Impossible, impossible..."

"How could you be a Nascent Soul True Monarch?"

Gao Ling, who was watching the drama,

thought: *Whoa, these two actually know each other...*

"Damn it."

"Die!"

Zhao Yi's eyes were red. He raised his hoe and smashed it toward Bai Miyao.

He was a Nascent Soul True Monarch; this move was like a mountain shifting. If Bai Miyao were hit, she would be dead or severely injured.

"Stop!"

Bai Miyao was only at the Golden Core cultivation level; how could she dodge Zhao Yi's furious strike?

At the critical moment, Gao Ling reached out to block in front of Bai Miyao.

Zhao Yi barely managed to hold back, avoiding smashing her with the hoe.

"Move!"

Zhao Yi was a head taller than Gao Ling, and as a newly promoted Mid Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, his anger made Gao Ling turn pale.

"I won't!"

"This Immortal Master Bai is one of Ninth Master's people. You cannot bring trouble to me, the Great White Spirit Stone Mine, or the Cultivation Academy."

"You..."

"Fine, fine, fine!"

It took Zhao Yi a long time to calm down, suppressing the urge to kill Bai Miyao with one strike of the hoe.

He turned around and waved his hand,

"Get lost!"

"Before I regret it."

Seeing that Zhao Yi had conceded, Gao Ling breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Bai Miyao, wanting to leave.

"No."

"I cannot leave."

"Zhao Yi, Ninth Master needs you now..."

"What the f*ck!"

Zhao Yi turned around abruptly and grabbed Bai Miyao by the collar,

"What did you say?"

"Heh, what does that bird-brained Ninth Master have to do with me?"

"Are you sick in the head?"

"You are willing to be a slave or a maid, but I am not."

"Besides, our old feud is not yet settled; do you want to add new grievances?"

When Zhao Yi said this, Bai Miyao actually felt aggrieved.

Large tears fell,

"What old feud or new grievances? Aren't you fine now? Your cultivation has even reached the Nascent Soul Stage..."

"I..."

Zhao Yi was speechless. A surge of anger rushed straight to his brain.

He didn't want to think about anything else.

He gripped the great sumeru treasure hoe and smashed it against the mine wall,

"Get lost immediately!"

"Say one more word,"

"And you die!"

"Zhao Yi, I'm giving you Face, but you refuse to take it. How many people want to work for Ninth Master but don't have the chance? Don't be ungrateful!"

"Go f*ck yourself!"

Zhao Yi was already very close to Bai Miyao; he struck Bai Miyao with the hoe, leaving her a bloody mess.

"Hahaha!"

"That feels good!"

Gao Ling...

"Are you crazy?"

"Is she someone you can kill?"

While complaining, her hands flew through the air as she cast a Spell, her fingers moving so fast they left afterimages. A moment later, she pointed at Bai Miyao's corpse,

"Capture!"

A white Golden Core appeared in her hand.

Wrapping up Bai Miyao's corpse, Gao Ling rushed toward the mine exit.

"I hope it's not too late."

Zhao Yi's expression was unreadable. He had wanted to eliminate the threat once and for all, but thinking of the Bai family's overwhelming power, he ultimately yielded.

It is said that even one night as husband and wife brings a hundred days of grace; Bai Miyao had drained Zhao Yi's cultivation, and Zhao Yi had destroyed Bai Miyao's Physical Body, so that could be considered even.

Zhao Yi smiled bitterly; lacking sufficient strength, he could only find an excuse to comfort himself.

If his cultivation were successful, why would he have to suffer such indignity?

To put it bluntly, being weak is the original sin.

As for the so-called Ninth Master, whoever he is, he is; in any case, Zhao Yi won't serve him.

"Doggy, do you think I'm too spineless?"

"Damn it, if I had the cultivation of an Immortal, I would go and kill her entire family right now."

"Sigh!"

"I'm so frustrated."

Approximate...

"Woof~"

Then it lowered its head and continued to devour!

"F*ck, you Dead Dog, stop eating. It's only been one day, how many Spirit Stones have you eaten?"

"You're really a master; I've only dug up two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and you've eaten them all."

"Look at how fat you are?"

"Silly Dog!"

Zhao Yi kept muttering, but his hands didn't stop; he kept swinging the hoe, as if that could calm his mood.

Bang!

Clatter, the rocks fell.

"You dug up a White Vein Stone, experience points +15."

"First time digging up a White Vein Stone, reward: good luck card (150 seconds)"

White Vein Stone?

Zhao Yi picked up the White Vein Stone from the rocks. It was an irregular milky white, but the surface was like a mirror, reflecting a person.

White Vein Stone is often used to refine the cores of sound transmission talismans or the spiritual power circuits of low-level Magical Artifacts.

It was worth fifteen Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, which Zhao Yi didn't care about. What made Zhao Yi happy was that digging it up gave him a 150-second good luck card.

"Come here!"

"Doggy, do you want to eat this?"

Zhao Yi, whose mood had improved, took the White Vein Stone to tease Approximate.

"Woof woof~"

"Alright, alright, I know you don't like it, so I'll put it away."

After teasing the dog, the influence brought by Bai Miyao was finally completely eliminated.

"Approximate!"

The golden ball of flesh jumped up.

When Zhao Yi called it Doggy, Silly Dog, or Dead Dog, it was never anything serious, but when he called it Approximate, there was definitely work to do.

As a Spell-created dog that shared a mental connection with Zhao Yi, Approximate didn't dare to delay for even a moment.

"Where are the most Spirit Stones?"

Approximate stretched out its nose and sniffed along the entire mine wall.

"Woof woof~"

Approximate stood up on its hind legs and pressed against the mine wall in the southwest direction.

"Good!"

"Silly Dog, move aside!"

Ptooey~

He spat twice into his palms, gripped the great sumeru treasure hoe, and Zhao Yi's eyes turned red,

"System, claim the reward."

A 150-second countdown appeared in Zhao Yi's eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The hoe sank into the mine wall, and rocks fell.

"Damn it, I don't believe it. I've used the good luck card, and I still haven't found a High-Grade Spirit Stone."

"You dug up two Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +2."

"You dug up one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone, experience points +1."

"You dug up three Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, experience points +3."

"Good, as expected of the good luck card. Digging up two to three Mid-Grade Spirit Stones with a single swing of the hoe is truly Heaven-Defying."