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

Tingjiang City, City Magistrate Yamen.

Wen Kongxuan led his Chief Constables, along with Lü Zhan under Yang Ling's command, and over a hundred Ironclad Department elites sealing the main gate.

Directly ahead was another Garrison Troop formation.

The Garrison Troop commander at the front had an impressive aura—like Wen Kongxuan, he was an Eighth-Rank powerhouse!

Behind this formation sat a sedan chair. It had already been set down, but the person inside showed no intention of emerging.

“Wen Kongxuan, your Ironclad Department dares to blockade the Tingjiang City Magistrate’s Yamen.”

“Have you forgotten all the rules set by Zhao State’s founding emperor?”

The Garrison commander said expressionlessly:

“Step aside now, and the Prefectural Governor will pretend he saw nothing.”

But it made sense. A City Magistrate under his command turned out to be a Rong Tribe spy.

Any Prefectural Governor hearing such news would be furious beyond measure.

“Commander Ning, this is our Ironclad Department’s duty.”

Wen Kongxuan smiled and clasped his hands:

“This case involves Rong Tribe spies. The Ironclad Department must handle it as a special matter.”

“Director Yang ordered that unless a superior from the Ironclad Department arrives, no one may enter the Tingjiang City Magistrate Yamen without authorization!”

Commander Ning narrowed his eyes:

“The Prefectural Governor is the governor of Changhe Prefectural Capital. If we’re talking rank, he’s a full grade higher than your Director Yang.”

“Now the Prefectural Governor has come in person. Not only does your Director Yang fail to welcome him himself,”

“but he also blocks the Governor’s carriage. Your Ironclad Department truly is overbearing.”

After speaking, Commander Ning suddenly glanced at Wang Shichang nearby, then fixed his gaze on the Garrison commander beside him:

“Sun Tiejun, you’re the Tingjiang City Garrison commander. Why are you mixed up with the Ironclad Department?”

“Order your men to clear the way and drive off these Ironclad constables!”

Sun Tiejun cursed his luck inwardly and quickly clasped his hands:

“Commander Ning, this matter indeed involves Rong Tribe spies. According to Zhao State law, it should be handled and supervised by the Ironclad Department.”

Commander Ning thought for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand:

“Enter the Yamen!”

The hundred-plus Garrison Troops behind him stepped forward as one.

Wen Kongxuan gently waved his hand as well.

The Ironclad constables behind him simultaneously raised their crossbows, aiming at the Garrison Troops.

There were only about ten crossbows.

The remaining constables drew their Official Sabers, ready to strike at any moment.

The atmosphere on-site suddenly grew extremely tense.

Wang Shichang and Sun Tiejun exchanged a glance, both seeing the terror in each other’s eyes.

If a fight actually broke out, things would spiral out of control!

The commoners on both sides of the street had already gathered in crowds. Though they dared not approach, they watched from afar.

Seeing the two sides facing off with weapons, a flicker of anticipation stirred in their hearts. They widened their eyes, afraid of missing even a single detail.

The Garrison Troops refused to back down. They raised their crossbows as well, aiming at Wen Kongxuan.

Their crossbows numbered a full thirty!

Wen Xiaoba stood behind Wen Kongxuan. Seeing this, he was both shocked and furious. He immediately tried to step forward to shield Wen Kongxuan, but the moment he took one step, Wen Kongxuan stopped him.

Wen Kongxuan stepped forward and said with a smile:

“That’s right. If you shoot me dead, you can enter the City Magistrate’s Yamen freely.”

“But I am an Eighth-Rank official of Zhao State, an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Department agent, and the Director of Third Division, Bandit Apprehension, in the Changhe Prefectural Capital Ironclad Department.”

“Killing me is rebellion! If you, Commander Ning, have the guts, order your men to act!”

By this point, the smile on Wen Kongxuan’s face had turned ice-cold.

Commander Ning stared hard at Wen Kongxuan.

After the two sides confronted each other for about a few breaths, he turned and walked to the sedan chair, speaking softly.

After a long moment, an aged laugh came from inside the sedan:

“Director Wen is fulfilling your duties diligently. This official will not make things difficult for you, Director Wen.”

“Please call Director Yang out. This official wishes to have a few words with him.”

“After all, this matter involves City Magistrate Xu Zijing.”

“He is my subordinate. There are some things this official must still look into.”

Just then, an Ironclad constable walked out, carrying three black cloth bags.

He handed the bags to Wen Kongxuan and said in a low voice:

“Director Yang asks you to give these to the Prefectural Governor. He won’t come out himself.”

Wen Kongxuan nodded slightly, then raised the three black bags and said loudly:

“Prefectural Governor, these are what Director Yang asked me to deliver to you.”

“Director Yang said he won’t come out.”

Commander Ning saw this and quickly stepped forward to take the bags.

As soon as the bags touched his hands, a smell hit his nose.

Commander Ning’s expression shifted slightly. He hurried to the sedan chair:

“Governor, inside these bags are human heads…”

“Bring them here.”

Inside the sedan sat three figures.

One was an old man with white hair.

He opened one of the black bags, glanced at its contents, then slowly closed it.

Lan Yue and Lan Jiao sat to his left and right. They too saw the heads inside the bag, and a flicker of shock and doubt appeared in their eyes.

“Yang Ling is giving this old man a warning. It seems that thousand-year Fire Ginseng has also fallen into his hands.”

“The younger generation is truly formidable.”

The old man chuckled softly.

Lan Yue’s face changed dramatically. Shocked and angry, he said:

“How dare the Chen Family?!”

This thousand-year Fire Ginseng was the rare herb he had planned to consume. And now Yang Ling had taken it!?

“Uncle, if Xu Zijing really is a Rong Tribe spy, someone might use this opportunity to target you.”

Lan Jiao spoke slowly.

The white-haired old man smiled: “Yang Ling transferred so many people from the Prefectural Capital. Clearly, he knows trouble is coming.”

“Now that we’ve confirmed he’s in Tingjiang City, it’s time for your side to get to work.”

“If something happens to this old man, I’m afraid you won’t fare well either.”

Lan Jiao nodded slightly: “I sent word the moment I found out. It should yield results in about ten more days.”

“It has to be fast. If someone from the Provincial Capital arrives, it’ll be too late.”

The white-haired old man shook his head with a chuckle, then gestured outward:

“Back to the Prefectural Capital.”

Commander Ning paused for a moment, then said softly:

“Yes.”

The Prefectural Governor’s formation came suddenly and left just as abruptly.

There was no extra communication or contact between the two sides. They simply left like that.

Wen Kongxuan watched the departing formation expressionlessly, but inside, he was sweating bullets.

“Director Yang was right. Once those three heads were given to the Prefectural Governor, he really did leave…”

“Raising Black List fugitives… Prefectural Governor Lan really has some nerve…”

Thinking this, Wen Kongxuan gently waved his hand:

“Maintain vigilance. If anyone tries to force their way into the Yamen, shoot them on sight!”

“Yes!”

…

Deep within the Vermilion Gold Ore Mine, Mine Shaft 36.

Every half day or so, Yang Ling opened his Status Panel to check the Treasure Chest Fusion Slot.

The progress displayed was: 45%

“Looks like it’ll take about three days to reach one hundred percent.”

Yang Ling thought for a moment, then continued mining.

But a notification gradually appeared before his eyes.

「Congratulations! A player has been the first to reach Level 50」

「The Divine Realm Communication Channel is now open」

「Additional features will be unlocked gradually」

Yang Ling stopped what he was doing, a flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. He opened his Status Panel.

Indeed, a new option had appeared that wasn’t there before, listed below the Divine Realm Level Ranking.

【Divine Realm Communication Channel】

【Enable/Disable】

【Public channel message: 10 taels of silver per message】

【Private chat message: 1 tael of silver per message】

【Anonymous function: 500 taels of silver per use】

“This is a feature for players to communicate… Public channel means…”

Just as Yang Ling’s mind stirred, another message appeared before him:

【Qi Kai: Can you guys see me typing? I’m Qi Kai from the Valley of the Dead. I have quite a few pills that boost internal energy. Anyone interested can look me up】

This single message made tens of millions of Divine Realm players stop everything they were doing at that moment, staring blankly ahead.

Even those who weren’t Martial Artists and couldn’t see their own Status Panel still saw this message displayed before their eyes.

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