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

"Fourth Prince, if it's beast-taming techniques, we still don't know how many mutated beasts in Water Qilin Cave they've controlled. This group of Rong Tribe spies might still have hidden cards."

Li Huaiyi reminded him quietly by the side.

Yun Ruo's expression shifted slightly, and she nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing this, the Fourth Prince immediately put down the Divine Crossbow and laughed:

"Alright, how about this—we keep to ourselves and don't interfere with each other. When we enter Calamity Valley together, each side takes their gains and leaves.

I'm sure you're not fools either. If someone stirs up trouble at a critical moment and we're all still here when the Water Qilin wakes up, we'll die together."

The Zhao State martial artists exchanged glances, their expressions heavy, but no one raised any objections.

They didn't want to clash with Tong Yi and his men right now either. The benefits and opportunities inside Calamity Valley were what they truly wanted from this trip.

Tong Yi nodded with a faint smile:

With that, he ordered his men to set up camp here.

The Rong Tribe spies moved with practiced skill, coordinating perfectly, which made the gathered martial artists even more wary.

This enemy wasn't just a Seventh-Rank expert—they also bore the marks of military training.

They were far more dangerous than ordinary wandering fighters.

"Our Zhao State is still too big," the Fourth Prince said with a sigh on his side.

"So big that at least half of these Rong Tribe spies aren't even registered at Ranked Level, making them nearly impossible to track.

As for the other half, they each have their own identities. As long as they aren't mobilized by the Heavenly Wolf Guard on a daily basis, they can avoid doing anything harmful to Zhao State altogether.

This makes it hard for the Ironclad Department to root out these bastards through clues."

A hint of shame flickered across Li Huaiyi and the others' faces.

Yang Ling, however, didn't find it surprising.

Zhao State had the Capital, three Princely Capitals, and seven Provincial Capitals.

Beneath them were ninety-seven Prefectural Capitals, each governing dozens of cities, and below those, countless towns and villages.

With such a vast territory, it was far too easy for the Rong tribe to hide spies within it.

By then, Tong Yi and his men had already started a fire. Nangong Yue warmed his hands by the flames as he glanced at Yang Ling:

"Yang Ling, have you mastered Heaven's Will Divine Blade? That's a martial technique that only the Heavenly Will Sect leader can cultivate.

Are you planning to become the leader of our Rong tribe's Heavenly Will Sect?

If so, we'd certainly welcome you."

At these words, many of the Rong Tribe spies' eyes flickered with shock.

Heavenly Will Divine Blade of the Heavenly Will Sect!?

This technique had once been a fearsome weapon among the Rong tribe!

Heavenly Will Divine Blade had slain countless experts.

Both Zhao State and Rong tribe had masters who fell to this technique!

Its most famous achievement was when a young Fourth-Rank Grandmaster from Zhao State was killed by Heaven's Will Divine Blade right at his own doorstep!

"Heaven's Will Divine Blade?"

Lin Caiyi and the others looked curious.

Mian Zhengdong, Huikong, and Dongfang Haojie had all seen Yang Ling's flying daggers before.

But they hadn't known it was Heaven's Will Divine Blade.

Hearing this now, shock flickered in their eyes.

The Fourth Prince sneered, "Tong Wu, your cultivation is too shallow. You think a few words can sow discord?"

Yun Ruo added calmly, "Heaven's Will Divine Blade was awarded to Chief Constable Yang by the Ironclad Department.

Back then, Chief Constable Yang captured your Heavenly Wolf Guard's He Dongfeng. He was an elder of the Zhao State Mining Guild, and probably a fairly decent spy in your Heavenly Wolf Guard, right?

So the Ironclad Department rewarded Chief Constable Yang with this Second-Rate martial technique for his great achievement.

Chief Constable Yang didn't disappoint the Ironclad Department—he mastered Heaven's Will Divine Blade.

From now on, this technique will be used specifically to deal with you Rong Tribe spies."

The smile on Nangong Yue's face froze slightly, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, clearly trying to suppress his fury.

Tong Yi took out a flatbread and ate while saying:

"The threshold for cultivating Heaven's Will Divine Blade is extremely high—higher than even the first-rate internal techniques of your sects. Actually…"

He glanced at the Fourth Prince, "Even higher than your Zhao Royal Family's Imperial Pole Celestial Classic.

For Chief Constable Yang to cultivate this technique, his talent is truly enviable."

Was the threshold for Heaven's Will Divine Blade really that high?

Everyone was slightly shocked.

Zhang Shendao and the others suddenly thought of something, curiosity surging in their eyes.

"How many points do you think Brother Yang's Spirit stat is?" Li Shou lowered his voice.

Lin Caiyi glanced at him: "Ask him yourself. How would we know?"

They, as players, had been studying "Divine Realm" all this time.

They already fully understood the role of Spirit.

It represented cultivation speed, equivalent to what the native martial artists called talent!

Now they could confirm that Yang Ling's cultivation talent far surpassed theirs!

His Spirit stat was probably unfathomable!

"By the way, Fourth Prince," Tong Yi continued with a smile, "you've cultivated the Imperial Pole Celestial Classic to the third layer, haven't you?

I heard the conditions for advancing to the fourth layer are harsh. Either you become the Zhao State crown prince, or you wait until your eldest brother ascends the throne and grants you a prince title before you can continue cultivating?

Coming to Water Qilin Cave this time, are you planning to curry favor with the Zhao Emperor and have him grant you a breakthrough opportunity?"

Dongfang Haojie and the others' expressions turned somewhat odd. They chose to remain silent and not engage in this topic.

The Ironclad Department members also had shifting expressions.

Yang Ling's heart stirred, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"No wonder the Fourth Prince's Imperial Pole Celestial Classic is only at Flawless Proficiency. It only takes 100,000 Experience Points to upgrade to Skilled.

That's just two hundred Foundation Consolidation Pills, plus six hundred days of seclusion. Even if he can't sit still, a thousand days would be enough."

"The Fourth Prince can't advance? It turns out this internal technique has such an absurd condition—tied to worldly status?"

Thinking this, Yang Ling felt secretly grateful.

His Vajra Bright King Technique hadn't shown similar thresholds so far.

After this trip, the Seven-Inch Sword could be exchanged for 150 Foundation Consolidation Pills. Adding his current 20 Foundation Consolidation Pills, not only would the Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram advance to Flawless Proficiency.

The Vajra Bright King Technique would also gain a huge chunk of Experience Points, though it would take time to grind through.

"Your Zhao Emperor is truly narrow-minded. Keeping you princes, who should have reached expert level long ago, stuck at Seventh-Rank at your age.

Seems you're not allowed to cultivate internal techniques from other sects either? He really fears you, doesn't he?"

The Fourth Prince, who had been smiling, could barely keep his expression in check now.

He forced himself to remain calm. After a few seconds of silence, he laughed lightly:

"None of your damn business. You talk too much. My Zhao Royal Family has always had this rule.

Father was the same in his youth. After he ascended the throne, his cultivation naturally advanced rapidly.

As for you—just a Copper-generation spy of the Heavenly Wolf Guard. No matter how high your achievements later, you'll be stuck at the Fifth-Rank at best, right?

Just because you cultivate a Second-Rate internal technique doesn't mean you have the foundation to become a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster.

Doesn't your technique have thresholds too? Haha!"

Tong Yi fell silent.

Back and forth, it seemed they had fought to a verbal draw.

Tong Yi stopped engaging the Fourth Prince and looked at Yang Ling:

"Chief Constable Yang, the Heavenly Wolf Guard Commander said that if you're willing to defect to the Heavenly Wolf Guard,

he'll personally take you as his disciple and teach you a first-rate internal technique and first-rate martial technique.

He can even bestow on you one of the Water Bodhi seeds we acquired years ago.

What do you say?"

"Hiss—"

The Zhao State martial artists collectively gasped sharply.

"I'd fucking say yes!" Li Shou muttered to himself.

The Fourth Prince's expression remained calm, his peripheral vision fixed on Yang Ling.

Nangong Yue was somewhat stunned, opening his mouth as if to speak but stopping, his eyes full of indignation.

Yang Ling thought for a moment, then said slowly:

"Have your Commander worship me as his master. I'll teach him how to mine."

"..."

The Rong tribe members stood up in unison.

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly grew tense.

Yang Ling kept a faint smile on his face, but inside, he was cursing bitterly.

This group of Rong Tribe spies really knew how to use the soft knife.

If he didn't take a stand today, once they left, he'd be subjected to all sorts of scrutiny and wariness.

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