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

Yang Ling's figure had only just disappeared into the wind and snow when, less than a hundred meters away, two figures slowly emerged from the snowdrifts.

Both of them were also disciples of the Star Observation Academy, their hands still tightly clutching the ends of a rope.

They had just witnessed that horrifying one-sided massacre, not even daring to make the slightest sound.

"Is he gone?"

"He should be gone."

Both men looked ashen-faced, terror still lingering in their eyes.

"That bastard's methods are too terrifying. Those senior and junior brothers didn't even have a chance to fight back..."

"When we get out, we'll report this truthfully, right?"

"Absolutely. We have to make the Ironclad Department give us an explanation. He doesn't have any evidence of us looting, but we have solid proof of him murdering innocents!"

The pouches hanging from their waists were bulging, filled with a considerable amount of rare exotic herbs and flowers.

Nearby, several corpses were already covered by ice and snow.

He Yang, the Sect Master of Heavenly Star Gate, lay on the ground, his face pale and weak. Both of his legs were broken, leaving him unable to move.

But his chest was still rising and falling.

When the two Star Observation Academy disciples noticed this, one of them slowly walked up to He Yang and said flatly,

"Sect Master He, it's time for you to hit the road."

"You despicable bastards."

He Yang opened his eyes weakly, glaring fiercely at the other man.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted, as if he had seen something.

The Seventh-Rank expert from Star Observation Academy suddenly had a dagger in his hand and spun around to strike.

But while his body twisted around, his head remained facing He Yang.

Two palms were pressing firmly against his temples from both sides, making it impossible for his neck to move at all.

This caused him to kill himself.

"Ha... haha..."

He Yang let out a pleased laugh.

Not far away, the other Seventh-Rank expert from Star Observation Academy was already dead, his neck compressed and the top of his skull caved in.

"Chief Constable Yang, thank you for avenging this old man. Even if I become a ghost, I'll burn incense for you."

He Yang stopped laughing, his expression turning solemn.

"Sect Master He, would you be willing to serve as a witness for our Ironclad Department, to testify about what the Star Observation Academy disciples have done?"

The large hands released their grip, and the Star Observation Academy disciple's corpse slowly slumped to the ground, revealing Yang Ling's figure.

He Yang was stunned for a moment, then bitterly smiled and said,

"My legs are broken. I can't even get out of the Water Qilin Cave. How can I be a witness?"

"Chief Constable Yang, time is running out. You should leave quickly. If the Water Qilin wakes up, you won't be able to get out."

Just as He Yang finished speaking, Yang Ling had already grabbed him, picked up the two bulging pouches, and darted out.

His speed was so fast that falling snowflakes couldn't even touch his body.

He Yang's face showed shock. He tried to speak but got a mouthful of wind instead. He quickly shut his mouth, his expression moved.

Yang Ling was planning to take him out of the Water Qilin Cave?

Was that possible? With time so tight, and the other man carrying a fully grown person, could he make it?

But not long after, He Yang discovered that Yang Ling was overtaking one martial artist after another.

These martial artists were already moving at a good speed, but Yang Ling was just a bit faster.

On the tenth day, around noon, Yang Ling had already brought He Yang back to the Freezing Pool.

Many martial artists who had withdrawn early were waiting here. When they saw Yang Ling and He Yang appear, they quickly stood up.

"What happened to Sect Master He? Are his legs injured?"

Most of these martial artists were sect masters from various Third-Rate sects, so they were fairly familiar with each other.

Because they lacked sufficient resources and had self-awareness, they hadn't stayed too long on the Snowy Ice Plain.

Most hadn't even reached Calamity Valley. When the time was about right, they came back here to wait.

Each of them had a pouch hanging from their waist, with varying amounts of gains, enough to not return empty-handed.

Among them were several Seventh-Rank experts who had eaten the Fire Dragon Fish with Yang Ling.

These few immediately stepped forward to ask about the situation.

He Yang was grief-stricken and furious, shouting curses:

"The Star Observation Academy disciples brought specially-made Tripwire Ropes and ambushed us along the way! Several people fell into their trap. My legs were broken by them too!

If Chief Constable Yang hadn't come by, I would have definitely died in the Water Qilin Cave!"

At these words, the assembled martial artists were shocked, their expressions filled with disbelief.

The Star Observation Academy disciples were actually doing something like this?

Before entering, they had indeed considered that inside the Water Qilin Cave, even martial artists from Zhao State would inevitably turn on each other.

But no one would do it so blatantly.

So they had been cautious along the way, each watching their own backs.

But they never expected that even the disciples from a Second-Rate sect like Star Observation Academy would stoop to this.

"He Yang was actually carried back by Chief Constable Yang. Carrying a grown man through this terrain and still making it back this fast—that's no small feat."

Many martial artists thought to themselves.

When He Yang saw that these martial artists were dumbfounded and remained silent, he laughed in anger.

"You're all afraid of Star Observation Academy's retaliation, aren't you? Fine. I'll report this to the Ironclad Department myself."

He Yang said flatly.

The martial artists looked embarrassed. They were indeed afraid of Star Observation Academy's retaliation. Before things were clear, they didn't even dare to speak a single word of righteous indignation.

That was a Second-Rate sect with a Grandmaster sitting at the top!

How could they, mere Seventh-Rank nobodies, dare to provoke them?

"I need to wait here for the Fourth Prince and his group. You few, escort Sect Master He back first."

"Once you're on the ship, hand Sect Master He over to Director Lu of the Yunwen Provincial Capital."

Yang Ling looked at the few Seventh-Rank experts who had eaten Fire Dragon Fish with him.

These few hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and agreed.

After watching them take the Water-Avoiding Pill and sink into the Freezing Pool, Yang Ling suddenly dashed off in another direction, his figure quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

They didn't know what Yang Ling was going to do, nor did they have the guts to follow.

"Should we just leave?"

"Let's wait a bit longer. The time isn't up yet. Maybe we can still grab a few more benefits."

Most of the martial artists were reluctant to leave the Water Qilin Cave now.

A place you could only visit once every eighty years—it was truly rare for them to make this trip.

At the same time, Yang Ling's pace gradually slowed. Ahead of him, a massive beast covered in ice and snow appeared.

It looked like an enormous frog, crouching there like a tiger.

Embedded in its brow was a silver needle.

Yang Ling glanced at its status panel; it was all question marks.

He thought for a moment, then threw a flying dagger from a distance, precisely knocking out the silver needle on its brow.

The silver needle fell to the ground. The huge frog, which had been crouching there, seemed to suddenly awaken. Its eyes widened as it looked around, then it leaped ten meters into the air and quickly disappeared across the Snowy Ice Plain.

Not long after, Yang Ling found a second frog and used the same method to remove the silver needle from its brow.

Then a third one.

He circled around a few more times, making sure that all the traps left by Tong Yi and his men had been neutralized. Only then did he return near the Freezing Pool, light a fire, and sit down to wait.

Time ticked by. Many martial artists, sensing that the Water Qilin was about to awaken, chose not to wait any longer and took the Water-Avoiding Pill to leave.

During this time, Zhang Shendao and his group also arrived at the Freezing Pool. Yang Ling exchanged a few brief pleasantries with them before urging them to leave.

Half a day later, two groups of people were rushing toward this spot.

Tong Yi suddenly pulled out a Bone Flute, glanced confidently at the Fourth Prince and his group, and slowly began to play the flute.

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