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

At this moment, in Hui Wu's attributes, his HP bar was almost completely empty, with only a dozen or so points left, and it was still slowly decreasing.

Every kick Yang Ling had just delivered could knock off thirty to forty points of his HP.

If it were an ordinary person, two lives wouldn't be enough to withstand a single one of those kicks.

Hui Wu slowly lowered his head, looking at his deeply sunken chest. He felt his heart had already stopped beating.

Blood no longer supplied his entire body.

A cold, icy sensation spread through his body, as if he had entered a frozen land.

Was he going to die?

Hui Wu looked somewhat dazedly at Yang Ling, his voice hoarse:

"Upper... Eighth-Rank?"

The other party truly was Upper Eighth-Rank, and had even given them several chances to leave.

Yet they had chosen not to believe him, still driven by the greed in their hearts, making the most wrong decision possible at that moment.

Did he regret it?

Hui Wu deeply regretted it. In this instant, he thought of many things.

Before his eyes, he seemed to see his own very bleak real life.

It was only after coming to the "Divine Realm" that he had found his own value.

If he had continued cultivating at the Bitter Awareness Temple, not stepping into the jianghu, perhaps after some years, he too could have reached his ideal.

To become a respected, influential figure.

But all of this was cut short on this night.

"I shouldn't have come."

After Hui Wu spoke these words, his HP completely zeroed out. His massive body remained standing right there, not even falling over, but it was devoid of life.

"You really shouldn't have come. Lying low and developing is the true way."

Yang Ling set down his teacup and murmured softly to himself.

Perhaps because he had killed quite a few martial artists from the Giant Spirit Sect earlier.

Right now, even beating a player to death didn't seem to stir any major feeling within him.

"It seems I'm just like Hui Wu, very integrated into the 'Divine Realm.'

Isn't the jianghu all about fighting and killing? If your strength is insufficient, no matter how silver-tongued you are, it can't withstand another's blade upon your body."

Yang Ling looked at the three monks who were dumbstruck:

"Isn't that the truth?"

"Brother Yang, we were wrong."

The three monks were filled with terror, their expressions twisted. They didn't even have the courage to flee; their legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Too late. I'll give you a swift end."

Yang Ling smiled.

The three monks could no longer bear it. They turned and fled, their mouths still attempting to cry out for help.

But in just an instant, all three had the backs of their skulls kicked in. Their HP instantly zeroed out, without even a chance to leave any last words.

These four didn't bring Yang Ling a single bit of experience. Clearly, the game judged his strength as completely overwhelming these four guys, so there was no experience bonus.

Yang Ling searched their bodies as usual, finding scattered bits of broken silver on them, totaling only about twenty to thirty taels.

Other than that, he found nothing.

It was obvious these four had left their most valuable possessions at the Bitter Awareness Temple when they went out, not carrying them with them.

Taking advantage of the deep night, Yang Ling threw all four corpses deep into Mine Shaft 36.

He wasn't sure if anyone at the Bitter Awareness Temple knew they had come to the Vermilion Gold Mine to find him.

The worst-case scenario was that the Bitter Awareness Temple side harbored suspicions. But he was an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable of the Ironclad Department. With this identity, and lacking substantive evidence, he wasn't afraid of a second-rate sect like the Bitter Awareness Temple.

Returning to the small courtyard, Yang Ling cleaned up any traces, took another bath, and then continued cultivating his three martial arts techniques in the courtyard.

The next day, Yang Ling did not go down into the mine to rush his level.

He discovered a very important matter.

His time was even tighter than he had imagined.

"The Vajra Bright King Technique requires six hours to gain the full 30 experience points.

The Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram is the same, both needing six hours.

These two cultivation techniques can't be practiced simultaneously like martial arts techniques."

"Actually, the time left for me to practice martial arts techniques is only 11 hours..."

"And that's without going down into the mine to rush my level."

"There are also eight Foundation Consolidation Pills. After taking them, they require 24 days to digest."

Rushing levels? Taking the Foundation Consolidation Pills to increase the Vajra Bright King Technique's experience?

Practicing martial arts techniques?

Yang Ling ultimately chose the second option.

His level was already far ahead of everyone else.

He could afford to slow down a bit.

However, Yang Ling changed his practice location to inside the mine shaft.

Deep within Mine Shaft 36, Yang Ling dug out a stone chamber for himself, leaving only one passageway.

And he stationed Little White to guard it.

If anyone approached without permission, they would be killed without mercy.

"This place is actually pretty good. I'll practice here from now on. When it's time to rush levels, I can just mine directly.

It saves the time of going from the courtyard to the mine shaft, saving at least seven or eight minutes."

Thinking this, Yang Ling took out a Foundation Consolidation Pill and swallowed it.

"Please select the internal technique experience to increase."

"Vajra Bright King Technique."

"Divine Ape Contemplation Diagram."

"Vajra Bright King Technique."

Yang Ling thought for a moment and still decided to first improve the Vajra Bright King Technique.

Although the latter could greatly increase his future cultivation speed.

Its improvement in actual combat power wasn't actually that significant.

Once the Vajra Bright King Technique advanced to the third layer, he could then increase both attributes by 60 points each.

By that realm, Yang Ling felt he could firmly establish himself even among Seventh-Rank Martial Artists.

Every three days from then on, Yang Ling would also take some time to patrol outside.

At the same time, he observed the movements on the Divine Realm Level Ranking.

It wasn't until the twelfth day that Lin Caiyi and the other three disciples of first-rate sects barely managed to level up by one.

Yang Ling completely set his mind at ease. At this speed, unless these few had some extraordinary encounter, it would be very difficult for them to catch up to his level.

At this moment, due to Hui Wu's death, he had already disappeared from the Divine Realm Level Ranking.

Qin Mo from the Ironclad Department, who was originally at the very bottom, was now in ninth place. Another player with only Level 18 had filled the last-place spot.

The level gap between first and tenth place was a full 14 levels.

This made players from all sides, every time they checked the Divine Realm Level Ranking, find it hard to believe and very curious about how exactly the one in first place was leveling up.

Time passed day by day.

Soon, Yang Ling had already taken the eighth Foundation Consolidation Pill.

After digesting this one, he planned to continue rushing his level, first securing the treasure chest reward.

Martial arts technique proficiency could wait.

...

At the main gate of the Ironclad Department government office in Green Mountain City, several of Yang Ling's acquaintances appeared.

They were respectively Prince's Gang member Wen You, White Horse Pharmacy's Bai Zhixing, and Chu Family Medicinal Shop's Chu Huatian.

"Bai Zhixing, Chu Huatian, it's only because of Brother Yang's face that I let you join the Prince's Gang.

This time, you absolutely must persuade Brother Yang properly, get him to become our gang's Grand Elder."

Wen You straightened his lapels while instructing:

"As long as this succeeds, our Prince's Gang in Changhe Prefectural Capital will no longer be a joke. Ordinary gangs will have to make a detour when they see me!"

A trace of helplessness appeared on Chu Huatian's face:

"Your father is Director Wen Kongxuan of the Third Division, Bandit Apprehension Division, Iron-Handed Wen Kongxuan. Ordinary gangs already have to make a detour when they see you."

"I don't care. Father always says I'm not serious. If the Prince's Gang had a Grand Elder like Brother Yang, he wouldn't say that anymore."

"For this, I've made ample preparations. Doesn't Brother Yang want Foundation Consolidation Pills? My father hid five that he never took. I brought them."

"Besides, I also got a shocking piece of news from my father's side. Brother Yang will definitely be very interested."

Wen You smiled and then strode into the Green Mountain City Ironclad Department yamen.

Shocking news? Bai Zhixing and Chu Huatian exchanged a glance. While feeling suspicious, they also grew a bit more curious.

After all, the other party had been mentioning this shocking news the entire journey.

They wanted to see just how shocking it was!

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