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

Deep inside the stone cavern, Yang Ling sat cross-legged on the ground.

His vital qi surged wildly through his body.

Faintly, it felt as if a towering mountain had formed.

Then another torrent of vital qi rushed in, like a roaring river, circling that mountain.

The two maintained a delicate balance, each containing the other.

For a moment, Yang Ling’s attributes shot up crazily.

Vajra Bright King Technique boosted dual attributes by 60 points!

Great-Grade Azure Dragon Force boosted Strength by 60 points!

"Finally succeeded."

This step looked simple, but it was the result of days of repeated attempts.

If he hadn’t reached micro-management over Strength, able to tweak every last ebb and flow of his vital qi with ease,

and run two cultivation techniques simultaneously with extremely high Spirit, it would likely have taken at least a year or half a year to succeed!

"So this is what 2.0T feels like."

Yang Ling quietly felt the surging qi and blood inside him.

Strength easily reached 270 points.

Agility reached 204 points.

And this was without using any martial arts techniques.

"Wind God Vajra Legs can still boost dual attributes by 50 points."

"Ethereal Steps can boost Agility by 80 points."

"The Flawless Proficiency Candle Dragon Seven Star Sword Technique can boost Agility by 36 points."

"Not counting equipment bonuses, just those martial arts boosts alone would easily push my Strength to 320, breaking the 300 mark."

"Agility is even scarier, it could reach 370 points…"

What did that mean?

Yang Ling believed that with attributes like that, he could easily defeat the White Bone Demon King, without the need for the previous detours.

"The Fire Crocodile Set would add 60 Strength and 20 Agility."

"The Centenary Refined Kylin Pickaxe can boost Strength by 50 points."

"…After I get out, my Strength could easily reach 430? Agility might approach 400…"

Yang Ling couldn’t help but gasp sharply; his blood flow quickened noticeably.

Although his cultivation level hadn’t reached Lower Fifth-Rank, his combat power had unquestionably reached Fifth-Rank standards.

"Even… Yun Buchuan should count as a top-tier Lower Fifth-Rank, with two Second-Rate martial arts practiced to Skilled. Counting the boosts from Dragon-Capturing Saber Technique and Wandering Dragon Transformation…"

"His dual attributes would still be hard-pressed to break 400 points."

"If I fought Yun Buchuan, my chances of winning wouldn’t be low."

"Someone like Zhao Xun at Lower Fifth-Rank with only one internal technique, or people like Eunuch Xu, wouldn’t be my match anymore."

Yang Ling couldn’t help recalling his earlier battle with Mingxin.

He and Lu Yunchen had teamed up and were driven into a humiliating position by the opponent.

It was only when Xu Wuji intervened that Mingxin was subdued in one move.

Now, Yang Ling even had the confidence that within thirty moves he could defeat someone like Xu Wuji at Lower Fifth-Rank.

"The crucial things were those Spirit Nurturing Pills."

"Without them pushing my martial arts to Transcendent, my strength wouldn’t have risen so dramatically."

"Wind God Vajra Legs alone gave me 100 attribute points for free, 50 Strength and 50 Agility."

"Slaying Jiu Xingkong also rewarded me 25 free attribute points…"

Yang Ling felt emotional; he had always been confident in combat power, after all players enjoy equipment attribute bonuses and numerous skills.

Leveling up by ten gave chest rewards too.

These were the game’s supports, allowing players to quickly catch up with the Divine Realm natives’ progress.

But cultivation levels still had to be advanced step by step.

Yang Ling felt his biggest gain this time was the sudden rise in attribute points.

Facing native martial artists now, his last trace of insecurity was gone; he felt fully confident!

"This still isn’t enough. I need to collect the final 6 attribute points, get Agility up to 150, and trigger another Minor Gene Mutation!"

"As for vital qi… if it can’t catch up, I’ll find a way to make up for it later."

…

Time reached the final day of the mission.

Devour Heaven Palace martial arena.

The disciples from the thirteen mountains had almost all arrived today.

Qingyun Mountain had also sent over a hundred disciples.

Aside from Zhang Hongyu and those core disciples, the rest were inner disciples.

Outer Sect Disciples could only wait outside the arena and listen for news; they didn’t even qualify to enter and watch.

After all, the cultivation and techniques of each mountain’s chief disciples were core secrets of the sect.

Zhang Hongyu scanned the crowd suspiciously, unable to spot Yang Ling anywhere.

"Senior Brother Yang still hasn’t come out? Where on earth did he go?"

A core disciple asked quietly.

The Qingyun Mountain chief seemed unhurried and calm.

He and the other mountain chiefs sat at the highest point of the arena, chatting idly behind the Devour Heaven Palace Master.

"Senior Brother Yang wouldn’t have chickened out and run away, would he?"

A core disciple had just whispered when Yang Ling suddenly patted him on the shoulder, making the man tremble.

Seeing Yang Ling appear, Zhang Hongyu curiously asked,

"Senior Brother Yang, where did you go all this time?"

"I went into closed-door cultivation, preparing to thoroughly defeat the mountain chiefs and win the Palace Master's personal disciple position."

Yang Ling smiled, "Soon I’ll be the Palace Master’s personal disciple, and also Qingyun Mountain’s chief."

"……"

So confident?

The nearby brothers and sisters muttered to themselves.

Lin Zhen of Flying Dragon Mountain, Huo Yunzhu of Stone Cavern Mountain, and Chi Ling of Pudu Mountain all showed different expressions when they saw Yang Ling.

"Are all the mountain chiefs here then?"

The Devour Heaven Palace Master’s cold voice echoed across the arena.

A chief disciple thought for a moment, then stepped out, cupped his hands and said,

"Master, I know my cultivation is below many of the other brothers and sisters, so I will not contend for the Palace Master's personal disciple position this time."

Following his example, the chief disciples one by one declined to compete.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, but they had no real chance and would only incur enemies.

Each mountain had its own strength; though chief disciples were all Sixth-Rank,

Sixth-Rank itself had lower, middle, and upper tiers.

Even among upper Sixth-Rank there were relative disparities.

They would not dare to fight Lin Zhen of Flying Dragon Mountain; there was no chance of victory.

Now with Yang Ling from Qingyun Mountain showing he could kill Jiu Xingkong,

if anyone rashly joined this power struggle they would only withdraw wounded.

"So then, only Lin Zhen of Flying Dragon Mountain, Huo Yunzhu of Stone Cavern Mountain, Chi Ling of Pudu Mountain, and Yang Ling of Qingyun Mountain intend to vie for the Palace Master's personal disciple position?"

The Devour Heaven Palace Master smiled, "Fine. Today the four of you will spar among yourselves and each choose your opponent."

"Junior Brother Yang, you were able to kill Jiu Xingkong, which shows your cultivation is comparable to mine. Consider yourself my opponent for the first match, how about it?"

Lin Zhen of Flying Dragon Mountain looked to Yang Ling and smiled.

"No problem."

Yang Ling nodded.

Huo Yunzhu and Chi Ling exchanged a glance; a hint of combat intent flashed in their eyes.

"We’ll wait until they finish, then spar among ourselves."

"Agreed."

In the center of the arena, the two sides faced off, separated by over ten zhang.

Lin Zhen suddenly activated his technique; his attributes rose step by step, matching Jiu Xingkong in ferocity.

"Junior Brother Yang…"

Ethereal Steps!

Wind God Vajra Legs!

Yang Ling’s figure became a streak of lightning; his footwork unleashed a fierce barrage of leg strikes.

Treading Emptiness! Two-Times Critical Hit! Two-Times Critical Hit!

Lin Zhen was caught off guard, scrambling to block and dodge.

Yet the opponent’s leg techniques suddenly grew even more ferocious.

In just two kicks, Lin Zhen was slammed sliding out of the arena, unable to rise for a while, like a roadside corpse.

That scene fell the entire arena into absolute silence.

Huo Yunzhu and Chi Ling gasped sharply, staring at Yang Ling in disbelief.

Zhang Hongyu and the others looked at each other, their scalps tingling.

The Flying Dragon Mountain chief abruptly stood, glanced at Lin Zhen, then fixed his gaze on Qingyun Mountain’s chief and said coldly,

"When did Qingyun Mountain’s chief disciple Yang Ling attain such cultivation?

His footwork and leg techniques just now do not come from our Devour Heaven Palace."

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