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

The master craftsman's words caused Wen You to react.

He looked at Yang Ling with slight suspicion, and suddenly noticed a clue from the corner of his clothing.

"Ironclad?"

Wen You's expression changed slightly, his voice filled with shock and doubt.

"You're really an Ironclad from the Ironclad Department? But why have I never seen you before? That doesn't make sense. I've seen all the Ironclads in Changhe Prefectural Capital."

The members of the Prince's Gang were momentarily stunned.

"Eighth-Rank Ironclad Yang Ling."

Yang Ling smiled, "Greetings to the leader of the Prince's Gang."

The master craftsman gasped sharply.

Just how many Eighth-Rank Ironclads are there in total in the Ironclad Department's Yamen in Changhe Prefectural Capital?

Definitely no more than twelve!

And it's these dozen or so Eighth-Rank Ironclads who currently control all the key positions in Changhe Prefectural Capital!

"Such a young Eighth-Rank Ironclad... I've never seen one before..."

The master craftsman muttered to himself.

The Eighth-Rank Ironclads he had seen were at least in their thirties.

The one before him looked just over twenty.

"Eighth-Rank Ironclad, Vermilion Gold Pickaxe, wait..."

Wen You's body trembled, looking at Yang Ling with disbelief.

"You're that Upper Eighth-Rank expert Yang Ling, personally assessed by Director Sun!?"

The members of the Prince's Gang suddenly had a moment of realization. After guessing the identity of the person before them, they all revealed looks of shock.

"The Director Sun you mentioned is Lord Sun Biao?"

Yang Ling said calmly.

Wen You had already confirmed Yang Ling's identity.

Without another word, he slapped himself across the face, leaving everyone present bewildered.

"Look at this mouth of mine! My dad said I love offending people, and he wasn't wrong!"

After slapping himself, Wen You proceeded to slap each member of the Prince's Gang in turn.

Everyone who was slapped hung their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"Brother Yang, I absolutely didn't mean to offend you. Those slaps just now were my apology."

Wen You looked at Yang Ling with some excitement, cupping his hands respectfully.

Yang Ling had been planning to properly teach this fellow a lesson.

He never expected the other party's reaction to be so swift.

He wasn't even afraid of losing face, slapping not only himself but also his subordinates. This actually preserved his dignity.

"It's fine. You didn't know my identity. This Vermilion Gold Pickaxe is indeed eye-catching."

Yang Ling smiled, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

"Wait, Brother Yang!"

Wen You quickly stepped forward, then looked at the master craftsman.

"Brother Yang wants to have a pickaxe forged. Can't you forge it?"

The master craftsman hurriedly nodded, "I can forge it."

The shop assistant had already guiltily lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Brother Yang, if you want a pickaxe forged, in this Martial Market, this blacksmith shop's master craftsman's skill is top-notch."

Wen You gave a thumbs-up.

"You've come to the right person asking him to forge a pickaxe. No need to waste time going to other blacksmith shops."

Yang Ling looked thoughtfully at the master craftsman.

"I want to forge an even better Vermilion Gold Pickaxe. Can you do it?"

The master craftsman cupped his hands, "Might I trouble you to let me examine the pickaxe at your waist closely?"

Yang Ling took it off and handed it to him.

This Vermilion Gold Pickaxe could add 10 points of Strength and had the special skill Frenzied Ten-Strike Combo.

He wasn't too sure if this blacksmith before him could forge a better pickaxe.

But trying his luck couldn't hurt.

He had a feeling the durability of this Vermilion Gold Pickaxe in his hand probably wasn't too good and might break at any time.

Preparing in advance was better than being caught off guard later.

"The blacksmith who forged this Vermilion Gold Pickaxe was also a master. If I were to use this much vermilion gold to forge one, I'm afraid it wouldn't be better than this one."

After examining it for a long while, the master craftsman's face revealed a look of admiration.

Wen You's expression darkened, "Master craftsman, don't hold back! This is my Brother Yang from the Prince's Gang.

The youngest Eighth-Rank Ironclad in the Ironclad Department Yamen of Changhe Prefectural Capital, the youngest Upper Eighth-Rank expert in Changhe Prefectural Capital!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but glance at Wen You. Seeing this, Wen You quickly looked back at him, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

"Using only vermilion gold, I cannot forge a pickaxe surpassing this one."

The master craftsman honestly shook his head.

Before Wen You could speak, he continued.

"However, there is one thing that, if used to forge a pickaxe, would increase mining speed and efficiency.

It's just that the raw material for this thing is too expensive. It's usually used to forge weapons."

"Master craftsman, stop beating around the bush. What raw material is so expensive? I'll pay for it!"

Wen You said impatiently.

"Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold."

The master craftsman said thoughtfully, "This material is obtained by refining vermilion gold a hundred times. Those with this skill are few and far between in Zhao State.

From every ten catties of vermilion gold, only one tael of Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold can be obtained.

Therefore, its price is extremely high.

Over the years, I've managed to accumulate some Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold, but only about five taels. That's enough to forge one pickaxe."

"Master craftsman, roughly how much will it cost?"

Yang Ling got straight to the point.

The master craftsman wore a bitter smile, hesitating to speak.

Yang Ling smiled, "Don't worry. I have plenty of silver on me. Just give me the normal price, don't shortchange yourself."

"One tael of Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold has a market price of one hundred taels of fine silver."

"Five taels of Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold is five hundred taels of fine silver."

"On top of that, we need to use vermilion gold, Fire Crystal Rock, and over a dozen other minerals to stabilize the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold and allow it to take form."

"Just the cost alone will be one thousand taels of silver."

After the master craftsman finished speaking, the members of the Prince's Gang all gasped sharply.

One thousand taels of silver? A pickaxe actually requires such a high cost?

Wen You asked suspiciously, "Master craftsman, you're not trying to cheat us, are you?"

The master craftsman hurriedly said, "How would I dare!"

"Two thousand taels of silver, is that enough?"

Yang Ling pondered.

The master craftsman thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"That's enough. After all, forging this item is also very time-consuming. It will take a full month. During this month, I cannot forge any other tools."

"Then I'll await your good news, master craftsman."

Yang Ling took out a one-thousand-tael silver note and handed it to the master craftsman.

"The remaining one thousand taels will be settled on the day I receive the pickaxe."

"Please rest assured, Lord Yang. I will put my heart into forging it!"

The master craftsman took the deposit, patting his chest.

Having settled this matter, Yang Ling felt somewhat pleased in his heart. This trip wasn't a waste after all.

The Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe. He was very much looking forward to its attributes.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wen You led his men and caught up.

"Brother Yang, where are you going next? I'm familiar with this place. Let me guide you."

Yang Ling's expression shifted, sizing up Wen You from head to toe.

This guy was the son of the Director of the Third Division of the Bandit Apprehension Division, also a local power in Changhe Prefectural Capital.

Since that was the case, the other party might know some things ordinary people didn't.

"Do you know where Foundation Consolidation Pills are sold?"

Yang Ling asked with a smile.

"Foundation Consolidation Pills? Those are treasures that increase internal cultivation. The Valley of the Dead sells them. As for the prefectural capital... I don't think there's any place to buy them here."

Wen You said instinctively.

"You can't buy Foundation Consolidation Pills in the prefectural capital?"

Yang Ling was somewhat disappointed, but he had been mentally prepared.

Even a Sect Master like Liang Yue of the Mountain and River Sect had to use a three-hundred-year-old Blood Ginseng to exchange for such pills.

It was normal not to be able to buy them in Changhe Prefectural Capital.

If they really were available for purchase, they would surely have been snatched up by the Martial Artists here, or the price would be so high he couldn't afford them.

"What about Spirit Nurturing Pills?"

Yang Ling asked casually.

"I know that! There's a medicinal shop in our Martial Market that sells Spirit Nurturing Pills. But I don't know if they're sold out today or not."

Wen You's eyes lit up.

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