Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

"We must have been walking for almost an entire day, right?"

Yang Ling was deep in thought.

There was no day or night inside here; everything was brightly lit.

He could only rely on his own perception to estimate the passage of time.

The Snowy Ice Plain was far larger than he had imagined.

Yang Ling stopped in his tracks and looked into the distance.

Not far ahead, a group of martial artists was making a fire.

From far away, he opened the Status Panel of these guys and glanced at it.

All of them were martial artists from the Mining Guild.

Their strength was roughly at the lower Seventh-Rank. Only one old man appeared to be around the same age as Liang Yue.

Based on his Status Panel and Cultivation Technique, his strength might have reached the upper Seventh-Rank.

But compared to Dongfang Haojie and the others, this man was still a step behind.

"According to the map, I still have at least two days of travel to reach my destination."

"By the time I make the round trip, it'll be four or five days. If something happens in between... time will be tight."

While thinking, Yang Ling walked toward the group of Seventh-Rank Mining Guild members.

At that moment, the other party sensed Yang Ling's approach. One of them stood up and stared at Yang Ling.

A few breaths later, the vigilance on his face lessened, replaced by some surprise:

"He's from the Ironclad Department—Yang Ling."

"Oh?"

The Seventh-Rank Mining Guild members present exchanged glances, stood up one after another, and wore complicated expressions.

News that He Dongfeng was a Rong Tribe spy had already spread some time ago.

They had heard that their Guild Leader had personally gone to the Capital's Ironclad Department because of this matter.

What exactly he had discussed with the Department Head, they didn't know.

They only knew that after that trip, several highly valuable mine veins belonging to the Mining Guild had changed hands and now belonged to the Ironclad Department, with the Mining Guild retaining only a small share.

The impact of this incident on the Mining Guild was actually enormous.

But upon careful thought, if He Dongfeng had never been caught and had actually caused a greater disaster—

That would have been a devastating blow to the Mining Guild!

When the nest overturns, no egg remains intact; they would have all been implicated.

"Gentlemen, have any of you seen martial artists from the Nine Immortals Dao Palace, Arhat Temple, or Extreme Flame Sword Manor?"

Yang Ling walked up close and clasped his fist.

"Chief Constable Yang, this one is Mian Zhengdong of the Mining Guild."

A white-haired old man clasped his fist and bowed, being very polite.

Among this group, his attributes were the most impressive—he was an upper Seventh-Rank expert.

"Senior Mian."

Yang Ling clasped his fist.

Seeing how polite Yang Ling was, Mian Zhengdong felt a slight relief in his heart and said:

"Chief Constable Yang, we haven't seen any martial artists from the Nine Immortals Dao Palace or Extreme Flame Sword Manor, but the martial artists from Arhat Temple have gone deeper in."

He pointed in a deeper direction.

There, snow was falling heavily, and the environment was much harsher compared to here.

This was the unique aspect of the Snowy Ice Plain—sometimes, even if you were just a few miles apart, you would encounter two completely different 'weather' conditions.

"The direction they're pointing seems to be the marked location on the map."

Yang Ling's mind stirred, and he smiled:

"Senior Mian, gentlemen—are you resting here? Which way do you plan to go next?"

"We don't plan to go deeper. We'll just explore around here."

Mian Zhengdong said: "This time we came mainly to find a special mineral in Water Qilin Cave called Qilin Iron.

If this material is used to forge weapons, it will be absolutely extraordinary."

Having said this, he glanced at the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe at Yang Ling's waist and immediately smiled:

"I've heard Chief Constable Yang is very dedicated to mining. How about joining us to dig some Qilin Iron?"

The other Seventh-Rank Mining Guild members exchanged glances, looking as if they wanted to say something but stopped.

They didn't know why Mian Zhengdong had invited Yang Ling.

Yang Ling also noticed that these guys all had pickaxes at their waists.

Judging by their quality, they were no weaker than the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe.

Upon reflection, it made sense—these men belonged to the Mining Guild and were old-timers who had entered this trade much earlier than him.

"Senior Mian, what kind of ore is this Qilin Iron you mentioned?"

Yang Ling asked with curiosity: "Compared to Vermilion Gold, how much stronger is it?"

"Vermilion Gold?"

Mian Zhengdong said with a chuckle: "Vermilion Gold's main advantage is its large yield. As long as you're making weapons, adding some Vermilion Gold can improve their quality.

But Vermilion Gold's quality has an upper limit. Qilin Iron's toughness and hardness both surpass those of Vermilion Gold.

Even Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold can't compare to Qilin Iron.

Let me put it this way: eighty years ago, the old Guild Leader obtained ten catties of Qilin Iron Ore Essence in here and forged three Grandmaster-grade weapons with it!"

"Grandmaster-grade weapons!?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted: "I've heard that the Mining Guild once found a type of ore in here and forged a divine weapon, which was later bought by a Land Immortal."

Mian Zhengdong smiled and said: "That was even earlier—at least a hundred and sixty years ago."

"Senior Mian, have you already found the Qilin Iron ore?"

Yang Ling asked.

Mian Zhengdong thought for a moment, then moved aside and lightly stamped his foot.

Suddenly, the snow-covered ground emitted a rustling sound. A patch of snow caved in, revealing a sloping mine shaft beneath.

The Seventh-Rank Mining Guild members frowned at the sight.

Mian Zhengdong clasped his fist: "This mine shaft was left behind by the old Guild Leader during his last visit. Back then, he obtained the Qilin Iron Ore Essence from here.

We've been digging here for half a day, but unfortunately, we haven't found any Qilin Iron, let alone ore essence.

We only have ten days for this trip, and our time is running short. So, I wanted to invite Chief Constable Yang to dig Qilin Iron with us."

"Elder Mian, Chief Constable Yang is from the Ironclad Department. Although he likes mining, there's no reason to invite him to dig at the Qilin Iron mine that the Mining Guild discovered."

A Seventh-Rank Mining Guild member finally couldn't help but say.

"Senior Mian, while this man's words aren't pleasant to hear, they are indeed the truth."

"Why are you pulling me in?"

Yang Ling said with a smile.

Mian Zhengdong thought for a moment: "Brother Liang and I often exchange letters. Usually, we talk about the direction of the Mining Guild's development.

But in these recent letters, Brother Liang frequently mentions Chief Constable Yang.

He said that after you took charge of a Vermilion Gold mine, the output greatly increased.

Sometimes, Chief Constable Yang would even stay in the mine shaft for several consecutive days before coming out.

Brother Liang says you were born for this trade."

After saying this, Mian Zhengdong looked somewhat expectant:

"We've spent half a day here and haven't even probed the Qilin Iron ore. If Chief Constable Yang joins us, maybe we'll make much faster progress. As long as we can bring out even one catty of Qilin Iron, this trip won't be wasted!"

Yang Ling suddenly understood—so it was Liang Yue who had praised him to this man.

After a moment's thought, he said seriously:

"Senior Mian, actually, I came here this time to deliver a message. Rong Tribe spies have infiltrated Water Qilin Cave and are waiting for an opportunity to kill Zhao State martial artists.

I'm afraid I don't have time to stay here and mine. Please be careful as well. If you see unfamiliar faces, avoid them for now.

They all have hand crossbows and are skilled with flying daggers. You must be extremely careful."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mian Zhengdong and the others' expressions changed drastically, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Rong Tribe spies infiltrating Water Qilin Cave?

This was unprecedented!

Just then, several monks from Arhat Temple came stumbling and running out of the wind and snow.

When they saw Mian Zhengdong and the others, their faces lit up with joy, and they were about to say something.

But behind them, a massive creature appeared and slapped these two Arhat Temple disciples to death with a single palm strike.

Boom—

The enormous palm landed on the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and snow!

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