Chapter 1052: Servants also need to fight to become slaves
The small world of magic stones, the Zhenshan Sect.
In the dark mine, the seventh-level Qi-training monk pillar was digging into a second-level purple stone mine the size of a head.
He held a hammer and a chisel in each hand, and streams of bloody mana emerged from his meridians, chipping away at the gray-white mineral skin.
He didn't know that with every drop of the stone-chiselling instrument, a trace of his lifespan, essence and blood flowed into the purple stone mine, completing a process similar to sacrificial refining. Improve the nature of this ore.
The hewing of the pillars continued for several hours.
bite!
With a crisp sound, a thumb-sized gem emerged from it, vaguely blood-colored and emitting light.
This is the finished purple jade stone.
"It's out. Brother Zhuzhu is half an hour early today."
There were also dozens of human Qi-training monks busy around them, and some looked envious.
"Brother Zhuzi has been working for fifteen years, right?"
"If I work for another five years, I can go home, marry a wife, have children, and marry her thirty-six aunts in a row. I will be happy and happy! Brother Zhuzhu will enjoy happiness from now on..."
"We still have to work. We have to do the work of picking talisman grass. We are busy, and we are not an old man like the sect leader. We can only rest if we are afraid of death..."
"That's it. Picking talisman grass is not done casually by pinching it with your hands. How can it be compared with mining..."
The surrounding qi-training monks were chatting amidst the clanging sounds of chiseling stones, and many people seemed to have regained some strength during such chatting, generating more blood and strength.
"It's still early."
Zhuzi showed a simple and honest expression.
He carefully put away the purple jade stone, looked at the people around him with some vigilance, and led him towards the sect's main hall.
Fighting among the same clan is strictly prohibited within the sect, and violators will be put to death. There are very few people who rob others of their ores.
But even if there are very few, there are still some.
Zhu Zhu heard that someone had robbed it before, and the person who robbed it was eventually punished, but the miner also died, which is really sad.
The pillars passed through various mines, walked to the cave entrance, and passed some spiritual fields, spiritual medicine gardens and the like.
He met many monks on the road, both men and women, and some were descendants of elders.
But everyone is the same. They are all working. Some are handling the elixir, some are playing with the spiritual fish, and some are digging the ground. People on the road are also coming and going in a hurry, and no one is idle.
‘It is good to be the heir of the foundation-building elder...’
Zhuzi glanced enviously at the spiritual farmers who were tending the elixirs in the elixir garden. When he saw them looking over, he quickly lowered his head.
These spiritual farmers are much better than their miners.
Most of the miners will die before the age of forty, leaving only a handful of talented people who survive to marry and have children.
He was feeling weak and in a daze before. He thought he was going to die.
Fortunately, I got over it in the end.
These descendants of the foundation-building elders are different. Not only do they not have to stay in the mines every day and live under the sun, not to mention living an easy life, everyone can live to at least sixty years old, and there are some people who are over sixty years old.
Compared with them, the miners are in the sky and underground.
The pillar twisted and turned, and finally came to the sect's main hall.
It is said to be the sect's main hall, but it is actually a mid-mountain grotto converted from a mine. The bluestone is flat and decorated with some worthless luminous pearls.
With this kind of regulation, in Beiyuan, even the martial arts sects may not even bother to use it as the ancestral hall.
‘The oppression and plundering of the Demonic Rock Clan is really the limit...’
Jiang Ding withdrew a ray of consciousness from the spiritual realm and silently watched the sect, assessing the living conditions of the human race in this world.
In fact, based on his habit, he should have chosen a deserted place to bury himself.
There is no cause and effect and no contact with people. This is the safest way.
However, Shadow Demon Abyss' soul-hiding spiritual technique has another special emphasis. With the help of the souls of mortals or immortal cultivators, the aura can be made more concealed. Even if the higher-level immortal cultivators scan it with their spiritual consciousness, they may not be able to detect it.
This is the crystallization of Shadow Demon Abyss's immortal wisdom about concealment and lurking.
Objectively speaking, the outdoors and places where people gather are all the same to extremely high-level immortal cultivators. There is no place that is more hidden, even if it is buried in the soil. There is another advantage in places where people gather. The spirit auras are messy and varied, which is actually an advantage for lurking.
Zhuzi glanced in awe at the sect's main hall studded with luminous pearls, and walked into it step by step. After seeing the two old men inside, he became even more nervous. He bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle Master, the disciple came to hand in the day ”
"Good."
One of the old men in gray robes who sat cross-legged nodded slightly and said nothing more.
Zhuzi didn't dare to disturb him, so he put down the purple jade stone and backed away carefully.
After he left, the old man in gray robe waved his hand to absorb the purple jade stone and placed it on a large stone vase not far away. He also took out a bamboo slip and recorded nine points of merit on the 'Pillar Two Seven Nine'.
"Nine points?"
A blue-robed Foundation Builder on the side was slightly surprised and said: "According to convention, shouldn't it be five points of merit? The sect will take one point, and the top will divide one or two points, and finally you and I will each get one point."
"Is this guy old to you?"
"Or are you talking about sympathy? It's useless. This kind of mine slave disciple has practiced the "Blood Burning Spiritual Technique". He is only at the seventh level of Qi training at a young age. The limit is to live over fifty years old. It is really unnecessary. What a waste.”
"It's better to let the spirit stone stay and train for us. As we become stronger, the sect's strength will also become stronger."
Knowing that his old friend was kind-hearted, he advised.
"No."
The gray-robed Zhuji sighed softly.
"This is the order of the sect master."
"The mining slave disciples below have been squeezed too hard recently and are almost reaching their limit. They must relax a little, otherwise they may have a will to live or die."
"The mine slaves died in large numbers. If we can't turn over the ore, they will die."
"Always...give them a little hope from time to time."
The blue-robed Zhuji remained silent.
"They have hope... where is our hope?"
he asked.
"We are also practicing the "Blood-Burning Spiritual Technique". We practice much faster. Even if we build a foundation, we will only live for a hundred years and we will not be idle every day."
"I... don't know."
Gray-robed Zhuji shook his head.
"It would be great if I could become the sect leader's direct disciple."
The two were silent for a moment, each took out a piece of ore, and carved it with a jingle of hammers and chisels. They used special techniques to peel off the ore skin, and at the same time infiltrated their own mana and blood into it to refine and improve the quality of the ore.
This is a higher-quality ore that requires foundation-building monks to carve and refine, and no one else can do it for you.
"The sect master's personal disciple..."
Little did the two people know that at the top of the mountain, an old man with white temples and wrinkles was also tapping a piece of third-level ore, using his magic power and his own longevity blood to refine it. After hearing their words, Smile to yourself.
"What is the disciple of the sect master?"
"The patriarch is also a mine slave."
Master Jianshi looked at the hammer and chisel in his hand, these two treasures that had been with him for more than two hundred years.
He was in a daze for a long time.
Later,
Ding ding ding ding......
The sound of chiseling stones that lasted for who knows how many years sounded again, numb and stiff.
I don’t know how long this sound will last.
Because even this kind of life cannot continue. Other powerful tribes covet this place, even if it is so barren.
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(End of chapter)