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

Yang Ling was secretly amazed. This Water Qilin took a full fourteen days for a single breath?

"If I could take down this boss, my level would probably skyrocket by at least a hundred, no problem, right?"

At that thought, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, but he immediately snapped back to reality:

"But if we wait until the eighth day, won't the timing be really tight?"

Chi Qingyao, Chen Zuo, and the others also snapped out of their astonishment, their expressions turning serious.

"Fourth Prince, we only have ten days. If we wait until the eighth day, won't we not have enough time to return?"

Chen Zuo looked worried.

The Extreme Flame Sword Manor disciples exchanged glances, all of them coming back from their brief excitement. When they thought about it calmly, the timing was indeed too tight.

"One hour."

"We only need to go in for one hour, and that will be enough."

"After one hour, no matter what happens, we must turn back."

"According to my intelligence, this amount of time is sufficient."

One hour?

Everyone's expressions shifted. Thinking it over carefully, it did seem to make sense.

A place like Calamity Valley—not to mention one hour.

Even entering for half an hour would yield massive gains.

Right now, they could already see many exotic flowers and herbs frozen solid.

After the temperature warmed up, who knew if these exotic flowers and herbs would still be alive.

"Fourth Prince, those frozen giant beasts—will they come back to life after the temperature rises?"

Yang Ling suddenly spoke.

That's right, everyone turned to look deeper into Calamity Valley.

Calamity Valley was huge. Even at the entrance, you could already see ice sculptures of seven or eight different kinds of giant beasts.

"Even if they do come back to life, they won't be able to recover their blood circulation within an hour."

The Fourth Prince said with confidence:

"What we need to worry about isn't them—it's the Rong Tribe spies."

"Although the Rong Tribe spies have suffered heavy losses and don't dare show themselves for now, there's no guarantee they won't emerge on the eighth day."

"When that time comes, there will still be a tough battle to fight!"

Everyone's expressions turned solemn.

Yang Ling was deep in thought.

If the Rong Tribe spies showed up that day, they would have to scour Calamity Valley for treasures while simultaneously fighting and contending with the Rong Tribe spies.

Within one hour, they absolutely had to get out and start the journey back.

And nothing could be allowed to delay them along the way.

"Let's start a fire first."

The Fourth Prince smiled. "This trip to Calamity Valley is bound to be dangerous. If anyone is unwilling to bear this risk, it's best to turn back the same way now.

You might still pick up some gains along the path, so it won't be a wasted trip."

The disciples from the various sects exchanged glances. Though hesitant, the thought of the Water Bodhi seed possibly being in Calamity Valley steeled their resolve.

Stay and fight it out!

There was once a Seventh-Rank Expert who, after consuming a Water Bodhi seed, broke through to Grandmaster in just a few short years.

Before they came, they had heard this story countless times.

Don't let the fact that they were disciples of first-rate sects fool you.

They had zero confidence in reaching the Fourth-Rank Grandmaster position.

Only by consuming one of the Twelve Sacred Martial Medicines could they have any hope of advancing to the Fourth-Rank.

Next, everyone set up camp outside Calamity Valley, and each sect assigned some disciples to stand guard and keep watch.

Yang Ling was assigned the first shift, so he slung his blade and patrolled the surrounding area.

His perception spread out gently. Any sign of movement, no matter how slight, could not escape his senses.

Li Shou and the other two found an excuse to accompany Yang Ling on the patrol.

"Brother Yang, this operation is really dangerous. What's your plan?"

Li Shou asked cautiously, his eyes scanning the area.

Lin Caiyi and Jiang Tian'ai also remained on high alert.

Ever since they learned that the Rong Tribe spies had hand crossbows, they had been worried about being hit by a sneak attack.

"What status and position does the Fourth Prince hold in Zhao State?"

Yang Ling's voice was very low.

Li Shou and the other two exchanged glances—wasn't that obvious?

But the next second, all three seemed to think of something.

Lin Caiyi's expression flickered:

"Given the Fourth Prince's status, there's no reason for him to take such a risk—unless the timing isn't as tight as he claims."

"But we did spend a considerable amount of time getting here..."

Jiang Tian'ai said quietly.

Li Shou thought back and nodded:

"True, we did take quite a while to get here."

"Could there be another way out that's closer?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted.

He suddenly remembered that Qin Mo had also been here before.

When Qin Mo came, he might have taken a different water route.

Unfortunately, Qin Mo had been inside that catfish's stomach at the time, so he couldn't be sure.

"Anyway, since even the Fourth Prince thinks the time is sufficient, we don't need to worry about anything else. If the sky falls, there are still taller people to hold it up, right?"

Yang Ling said casually.

Li Shou's eyes lit up. The three of them looked at Yang Ling and couldn't help but nod slightly.

Yang Ling's expression shifted as he looked toward the wind and snow in the distance.

Another group of people was arriving.

A group of swordsmen and bald monks.

"Disciples of the Great Yan Sword Sect and monks of the Bitter Awareness Temple."

Yang Ling recognized their origins at a glance.

When the other party saw that people were already setting up camp by Calamity Valley, they were briefly taken aback.

"Chief Constable Yang?"

A Seventh-Rank disciple of the Great Yan Sword Sect stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Did you run into any Rong Tribe spies on the road?"

Yang Ling asked casually.

In truth, judging by their group's condition, it was clear they had a smooth journey.

"Rong Tribe spies? There are Rong Tribe spies here?"

The Seventh-Rank members of the Great Yan Sword Sect exchanged glances, then looked at the Bitter Awareness Temple monks with strange expressions.

They thought Yang Ling was mocking these Bitter Awareness Temple monks.

After all, not long ago, a Seventh-Rank expert from the Bitter Awareness Temple's Martial Monk Hall had been arrested and taken to the Ironclad Department.

These ten Seventh-Rank monks of the Bitter Awareness Temple clearly thought the same, their faces turning sour.

"Benefactor Yang keeps bringing up Rong Tribe spies left and right—truly concerned for the welfare of Zhao State."

One monk said expressionlessly.

The words sounded ordinary on the surface, but they carried a hidden sting.

Implying that Yang Ling's status was too low and that he was overthinking things.

"We ran into quite a few Rong Tribe spies on our way. Even the Fourth Prince was ambushed. Both the Divine Sect and Arhat Temple suffered losses at their hands."

Yang Ling looked at this monk:

"Is there something wrong with me asking that question? Do you have a problem with me?"

Li Shou: "Amitabha. When someone asks you a question, just answer it properly. Why spout all that useless nonsense?

Our Arhat Temple was almost wiped out by the Rong Tribe spies. Asking you was out of concern for you."

The Seventh-Rank members of the Great Yan Sword Sect stiffened, shock flashing in their eyes.

There really were Rong Tribe spies!?

That Bitter Awareness Temple monk also shuddered in fright and stammered:

"Chief Constable Yang, this humble monk didn't mean it that way..."

"It's good that you didn't encounter any spies. You got lucky. Those spies are all armed with hand crossbows and skilled with flying daggers. If they really ambushed you..."

Yang Ling said flatly: "You probably wouldn't be able to hold them off."

Then he pointed toward the entrance of Calamity Valley:

"The Fourth Prince and the others have already set up camp over there. Go join them."

"Yes."

The monk dared not say another word. He pressed his palms together in a bow, then hurried with the Great Yan Sword Sect disciples toward the Fourth Prince.

Over the next half day, Zhao State martial artists gradually arrived one after another.

Some were sect masters of Third-Rate sects.

Others were elders and disciples of Second-Rate sects.

The crowd at the entrance of Calamity Valley grew larger and larger.

Even the Divine Sect disciples arrived from another direction on the second day.

Yang Ling observed quietly and confirmed that at least half of the martial artists who had entered the Water Qilin Cave were gathered here.

The remaining half should still be trying their luck elsewhere on the Snowy Ice Plain.

Or... they had already run into the Rong Tribe spies.

Suddenly, Yang Ling's ears twitched. He caught a sound.

Without changing his expression, he glanced out of the corner of his eye.

In the wind and snow, vague clusters of figures appeared.

Judging by the numbers, there were at least over a hundred!

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