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

Yang Ling’s arrival was abrupt, abrupt enough to plunge the scene into a brief, stunned silence.

Yun Ruo suddenly barked, “Those two are Sixth-Rank, you’re no match. Hurry to Yunwen Provincial Capital!”

Wen Kongxuan and the others’ faces tightened. Since Director Yang had shown up, it probably wouldn’t be easy to leave.

“You arrived much sooner than I expected.” Mingxin said with a smile.

Yang Ling opened Mingxin’s Status Panel and glanced at it. The attributes were the same as before, which put him at ease. Then he looked again at the Scholar-Seeking Daoist, Yu Chunxi.

Character: Yu Chunxi

Class: Martial Artist

Strength: 120

Agility: 124

Martial Arts: Devour Heaven Heart Classic (Second-Rate, Skilled)

Profound Iron Technique (Second-Rate, Flawless Proficiency)

Heaven-Earth Finger (Second-Rate, Skilled)

One Thought Flying Dagger (Second-Rate, Skilled)

Cloud-Stealing Footwork (Second-Rate, Skilled)

Faction: None

“Stronger than Lan Wentao by a good margin, and also proficient in flying daggers. He really does seem like a Mid Sixth-Rank.” “Profound Iron Technique? Kong Xinghu, that Ministry of Personnel official, also cultivates Profound Iron Technique—what a coincidence.”

Seeing Yang Ling studying him, Yu Chunxi grinned and said, “Director Yang, I’ve long heard of your reputation.”

Yang Ling ignored him and fixed his gaze on Mingxin. “You said Eunuch Xu couldn’t come, yet you used a Fifth-Rank expert?”

Mingxin smiled and nodded. “The Heavenly Wolf Guard deployed a Fifth-Rank Lesser Master. That’s reasonable. That’s where the true strength of the Heavenly Wolf Guard lies.”

“The Heavenly Wolf Guard is powerful. You were being escorted to the Capital and still killed two Sixth-Rank Ironclad agents and escaped.” Yang Ling said, “But you coming to Changhe Prefectural Capital today is like walking into a trap.”

Mingxin gave a light chuckle. “I admit you’re talented, but don’t you remember how embarrassed you and Lu Yunchen looked together in front of me in Tingjiang City?”

“Different times, different fortunes.” Yang Ling mused. “My cultivation has broken through.”

“Broken through? As a mere newly promoted Sixth-Rank, what breakthrough are you bragging about? Have you suddenly become Mid Sixth-Rank?” The Scholar-Seeking Daoist let out a sudden chuckle, his gaze turning predatory. This guy had just ignored him—that was an insult.

“Why do you keep interrupting while I’m speaking to Mingxin?” Yang Ling frowned.

Yun Ruo and the others, seeing Yang Ling unaware of the Scholar-Seeking Daoist’s background, exchanged a quick look.

“Director Yang, this Scholar-Seeking Daoist is Black List number twenty-seven, a wanted criminal, a Mid Sixth-Rank powerhouse.” Yun Ruo said.

The Scholar-Seeking Daoist smirked. “Master Mingxin, why not let this Director Yang be dealt with by me? He looks so tender-skinned, I’m delighted.” Mingxin frowned briefly, then gave a small nod. “Then let Yu Chunxi handle Yang Ling. The Heavenly Wolf Guard wants his life—be quick.”

“Just killing him straight away is no fun. I’ll savor it properly.” Yu Chunxi said with a smile as he strode toward Yang Ling.

The other Black List fugitives exchanged glances and then looked at Yang Ling with grim satisfaction. They all knew how miserably those who died at the Scholar-Seeking Daoist’s hands had perished. Unless given orders from above, they typically avoided dealing with a monster like the Scholar-Seeking Daoist.

“Yu Chunxi is Mid Sixth-Rank, Yang Ling is newly promoted Sixth-Rank—he’s no match. Looks like that Gold Generation won’t show up here. Shall we move?” Two figures stood on the back of the Mighty Golden Eagle, watching everything below.

Zhao Xun waved a hand with a smile. “Why hurry? Afraid your daughter might get hurt by the Scholar-Seeking Daoist? Let’s wait and see—there might still be a Fifth-Rank lurking in Changhe Prefectural Capital.”

The other man frowned then nodded slightly, quietly observing the scene below.

...

Yang Ling stared at the Scholar-Seeking Daoist, feeling vaguely that something was off. That man’s gaze was vile, hateful even.

“Director Yang, I’ll go easy on you. I’ll try to let you die... not so painfully.” Yu Chunxi’s Cloud-Stealing Footwork flashed, and he became a blur as he lunged at Yang Ling.

Heaven-Earth Finger! He joined two fingers, a faint golden light shimmering. On his Status Panel, his Strength and Agility shot up crazily.

“What speed...” Yun Ruo and the others’ faces changed instantly. A Mid Sixth-Rank powerhouse already trampled them in sheer speed.

“Right now the only newly promoted Sixth-Rank present is Director Yang. Director Yun is upper Seventh-Rank. The gap is too large...” Wen Kongxuan’s face grew serious, and he instinctively gripped his Official Saber at his waist.

“Let them fight. None of us should interfere,” Mingxin said calmly.

Wen Kongxuan knew this was a warning. With his strength he couldn’t intervene even if he wanted to.

“This finger of mine is utterly soul-melting. Watch closely, Director Yang!” Yu Chunxi’s lips curled as Yang Ling stood motionless. Then he thrust his finger.

Huh? Where did he go? The Yang Ling in front of him suddenly vanished. Before the Scholar-Seeking Daoist could react, a tremendous force swept across his abdomen. With over three hundred Strength, Yang Ling’s Wind God Vajra Legs struck with the power to smash metal and stone!

Then his legwork descended like lightning, blow after blow raining down on Yu Chunxi. The Scholar-Seeking Daoist was kicked dozens of times; the smile vanished from his face, his gaze gone slack. Such strength could not belong to a newly promoted Sixth-Rank. Only an Upper Sixth-Rank could wield such power!

Yu Chunxi spun two internal technique methods frantically, trying to reduce internal injury and to fight back. He produced a flying dagger, but before it left his hand Yang Ling snatched it, then drove it into the top of Yu Chunxi’s skull so deep the hilt was buried.

Yu Chunxi’s pupils dilated, life fading. A chill seeped into Yang Ling, a trickle of Experience Points—insignificant, less than a Skeleton Warrior.

Yang Ling held the corpse-like Yu Chunxi and stared calmly at Mingxin. “Is this your ally? Pathetic methods.”

Mingxin was silent, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes as he looked at Yang Ling.

Yun Ruo and the other directors had not expected such a reversal. In the space of only a few breaths, Black List number twenty-seven, Yu Chunxi, lay dead. They had just seen Yang Ling slam a flying dagger into the top of the Scholar-Seeking Daoist’s skull—no chance of survival.

“D-Director Yang killed a Mid Sixth-Rank?” Lin Yan muttered, glancing instinctively at Huo Dong. Huo Dong froze, not responding.

“Director Yang’s strength has increased again, not by a little...” Yun Ruo stared at Yang Ling in a daze. She faintly recalled when they first met, Yang Ling couldn’t hold out against her for long. But by the time of Yunwen Provincial Capital, he had surpassed her. After the Water Qilin Cave incident, he had even been promoted to newly promoted Sixth-Rank.

And now...

“A Mid Sixth-Rank couldn’t last a few moves against him. His strength... could be comparable to an Upper Sixth-Rank?” Yun Ruo thought, then looked slowly at Mingxin, her eyes lighting with a new gleam.

Today, the Changhe Prefectural Capital Ironclad Department would not need a river of blood.

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