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

What was Yang Ling's current state?

Vajra Bright King Technique, Third Layer, boosted both attributes by 60 points.

Tiger-Capturing Saber Technique boosted both attributes by 9 points.

Ethereal Steps boosted Agility by 36 points.

Twelve Paths Vajra Legs boosted Strength by 18 points.

Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe boosted Strength by 20 points.

Jiaogu Saber boosted both attributes by 10 points.

Seventh-Rank Qilin Boots boosted Agility by 20 points!

Just from Strength alone, that was a 117-point boost, plus his original 24 points.

Agility was even more terrifying, adding his original 53 points to reach 188 points!

This wasn't even counting Heaven's Will Divine Blade's effect.

He had run out of flying daggers, so even if he wanted to calculate it, he couldn't.

Even so, combined with the saber momentum of Tiger-Capturing Saber Technique and his terrifying Strength and Agility, he was like a fierce tiger charging into a flock of sheep—every move took a life!

By then, Mian Zhengdong and the others had also arrived. The sight before them gave them a brief shock, then they immediately joined the battle.

Mian Zhengdong was an upper Seventh-Rank expert.

Huikong was also an upper Seventh-Rank expert.

As for Yang Ling, he was essentially at a super-Seventh-Rank level!

With these three as the core, the battle was nearly one-sided.

To be on the safe side, Yang Ling activated Vajra Indestructible Body and the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe's Frenzied State!

Though his Vital Qi plummeted, he had so much of it that it was more than enough to handle this fight!

This group of Rong Tribe spies was undeniably elite—every one of them had close-combat skills at the mid-Seventh-Rank level. Among them were even a few older ones who faintly reached the upper Seventh-Rank tier!

They tried to gang up on Yang Ling, but the moment they engaged, they were sent flying.

When the Jiaogu Saber came down, it carved a huge gash.

When the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe struck, brain matter splattered everywhere.

Huikong and Mian Zhengdong caught glimpses of this from the corners of their eyes, and their hearts shuddered with shock. This guy's strength had once again shattered their understanding of what a Seventh-Rank expert could do!

A dozen breaths later, the battle was over.

The scene was a complete mess.

Every single Rong Tribe spy had died a gruesome death.

Either their faces had been bashed in by a single punch, or their necks had been snapped.

Arhat Temple had also suffered casualties. Several disciples had been cut during the fight, and some had been hit by crossbow bolts. Fortunately, none of the wounds were fatal, and they were recovering after taking Golden Sore Medicine.

The Mining Guild side wasn't as battered, likely because they had been at peak condition.

"Master Huikong, what the hell is going on here!?"

Mian Zhengdong's expression was grim.

The Mining Guild had always had a good relationship with Arhat Temple, relying on them as their backing. That was why they hadn't hesitated to jump into the fray. But the scene before them was still enough to make anyone's heart race.

"These bastards are all Rong Tribe spies."

Huikong said solemnly, "When we reached this area, we happened to run into these spies. They attacked by surprise, leaving us with no chance to fight back before we were taken hostage."

At that, he turned to Yang Ling, his face serious.

"Chief Constable Yang, it's a good thing you acted in time. Otherwise, the consequences today would have been unthinkable!"

Mian Zhengdong and the others also looked at Yang Ling in astonishment. They were both shocked by his ruthless methods and curious about how he had known that Arhat Temple disciples were here.

"My ears are pretty sharp. I heard someone chanting sutras when I was at the fork."

Yang Ling said.

Mian Zhengdong and the others suddenly understood, but they were also somewhat awestruck. This guy's perception was terrifying. They hadn't heard a thing.

"Chief Constable Yang, your strength... has it already reached the Sixth-Rank?"

Huikong's expression suddenly turned extremely grave.

The moment he said this, all the monks present nervously stared at Yang Ling. Mian Zhengdong and the others also snapped to attention, instinctively gasping sharply before their eyes darted around their surroundings.

"A Sixth-Rank would wake the Water Qilin early..."

One person muttered.

Yang Ling thought about it, then lightly shook his head.

"How could I be Sixth-Rank? If I really were, the Water Qilin would have woken up by now."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yang Ling used this moment to form some guesses. He wasn't sure if they were right or wrong.

"With my full-strength attribute points, I probably wouldn't fall short of Director Lu Yunchen."

"But most of that comes from external boosts."

"The Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe, the Jiaogu Saber, the Seventh-Rank Qilin Boots."

"These attribute points from equipment probably don't count toward cultivation realm."

"As for the native martial artists of Zhao State, even if they wield divine weapons, they can only use the weapon's inherent power. It seems they can't boost their attributes."

"Because they aren't players?"

Yang Ling suddenly thought about how the Divine Realm gradually opened up permissions for players. For example, the Divine Realm Level Ranking, or how regular players had to become Martial Artists before they could access their Status Panels, and later the Treasure Chest Fusion Slot.

"In other words, the Divine Realm grants permissions, and players get these special abilities. But these native martial artists haven't received such permissions. So to some extent, player advantages are all built on the Divine Realm."

Yang Ling glanced at Huikong and the others, his mood somewhat complicated. He wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing. The native martial artists here, while lacking the Divine Realm as a crutch, at least weren't controlled by it either.

"You three, care to explain what you just did?"

Huikong suddenly turned to look at the three Arhat Temple disciples.

The other Arhat Temple disciples present all stared at the trio.

Li Shou shuffled over to Yang Ling, and only after feeling the immense safety that came from being next to him did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Good thing he had been a beat slow to react earlier. Otherwise, he would have stood up too!

The three Arhat Temple disciples' faces flushed bright red. One of them mumbled, "I... I just sat for so long that my legs went numb..."

The other two's eyes lit up, and they instinctively nodded.

Huikong laughed in anger, but after a moment's thought, he decided not to dwell on it. He gave a slight nod.

"Fine. From now on, you need to practice sitting meditation more often. If your legs go numb after such a short time, it means your training is lacking."

The three disciples were momentarily stunned, then a flicker of gratitude passed through their eyes. They quickly nodded.

"Senior Brother, we'll practice sitting meditation more from now on. We won't slack off!"

Huikong didn't respond to them. Instead, he turned to Yang Ling, his expression serious.

"Chief Constable Yang, about what Tong Jiu said earlier..."

"I heard it all. He hadn't even started counting when I arrived."

Yang Ling nodded.

When the three monks heard this, their eyes suddenly held a hint of resentment.

"As for the Tong Wu and Tong Si he mentioned, I might have already met them."

Yang Ling then recounted his own encounter.

Everyone listened with stunned expressions.

"Nangong Yue and that woman could both be Tong Wu and Tong Si."

"But we can't confirm that yet, and it's possible they're someone else. We still can't let our guard down. We need to find Extreme Flame Sword Manor and Nine Immortals Dao Palace as soon as possible and inform them."

Yang Ling said, "Do you know where they are?"

Huikong and the others all shook their heads.

The four sects had an unspoken agreement. Once inside the Water Qilin Cave, each had their own objectives. They basically never cooperated and deliberately avoided running into each other.

Yang Ling thought for a moment. "Let's head out first and talk then."

He needed to compare the icicles above to see how far they still were from the destination marked on the map. He had a feeling that the Heavenly Wolf Guard Commander was planning something huge. There was no way they had gone to such great lengths, mobilizing so many elite Rong Tribe spies, just for recruitment, causing chaos, or trying to snatch the Water Bodhi seed that might not even appear. The red-marked destination on the map might be the true target of the Rong tribe this time!

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