Chapter 473: Chapter 343: Mine Slave, Breaking the Formation with One Arrow!

Zhong Heng was dressed in a gray outfit, holding a long bow in his hands. However, in the next second, his forehead was fiercely slapped. At this moment, when he was fully concentrating, he never expected his fellow disciples would attack him. He fainted.

"Sir, we surrender!"

"Sir, they are the cultivation seedlings of the Seven Extremes Sect this time, offered to you!"

A thin man crawled to an open space in front, kowtowing and shouting.

"Brother Huang! You!"

"Brother Huang!"

The remaining conscious Seven Extremes Sect disciples glared with anger, mixed with disbelief. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Two extremely tall figures in blue robes descended.

"Hmm, not bad. You can join Shallow Cloud Mountain as a servant disciple."

A deep voice resonated.

"Sir, sir, I, I made a contribution, perhaps I could be an outer disciple." The man surnamed Huang found it difficult to accept.

The difference between a servant disciple and an outer disciple is merely two words but worlds apart, like the difference between master and servant.

"Noisy."

The tall figure waved his hand casually, and the man surnamed Huang flew backward, coughing up blood, not daring to speak.

"These are good seedlings of the Seven Extremes Sect? Perhaps they can be recruited into the outer sect."

"Four Spirit Roots, with a Water Spirit Root inclination comparable to Three Spirit Roots, good."

"Does this one have good bones too?"

"This one... the worst Five Spirit Roots, with no particular trait at all..."

"Truly a waste, at this age, achieving the first-layer Qi refining by channeling Qi into the body is not easy, haha."

"Your Seven Extremes Sect is truly starving, accepting any disciple."

As they spoke, several more figures in blue robes came, all disciples of Shallow Cloud Mountain.

"Take these two back for the outer sect testing ceremony, send the others to the Hundred Dragon Cave to mine."

"Yes!"

Zhong Heng felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, with some unclear words ringing in his ears.

His hands and feet seemed to be tied with something.

His vision blurred again.

A shimmering orb appeared before him.

The orb transformed into a large river.

A Divine Turtle emerged from the river.

Carrying this orb, Zhong Heng gazed at it, trying hard to discern the items within.

Yet he ended up seeing only a few simple lines and black dots, seemingly wooden sticks and stones casually placed by children, with nothing special.

But Zhong Heng became immersed as he looked at those lines.

When he woke up, everything around him was dim.

"Get up, all of you, get up!"

"Everyone takes a Yangjin Draft, get moving!"

"Little Li, go check if any of the new ones have reached Qi Refining, if so teach them the Golden Blade Skill."

A bright light shone on Zhong Heng’s face.

All the memories surged rapidly into Zhong Heng’s mind, what he...

He was in a mine... Had the force that destroyed the Seven Extremes Sect brought him here to mine...

A person who seemed like a steward rambled while watching everyone.

The present were apparently all newly captured prisoners, most wore the Seven Extremes Sect robes.

Among them, most were Martial Artists who hadn’t reached Qi Refining, with a few at the first-layer Qi refining.

Zhong Heng showed no reaction to the steward’s coarse words, only lowered his eyes to avoid drawing attention, quietly observing the situation.

Zhong Heng looked quite ordinary, and the Five Spirit Roots were easily detected in him.

Soon, he was no longer the center of attention.

Five Spirit Roots?

Three Spirit Roots were called True Spirit Roots, capable of achieving Foundation Establishment as True Cultivators or even becoming Golden Core Masters.

Five Spirit Roots, Wasted Spirit Roots, were basically there for numbers, unnoticed unless by chance one finds great fortune or in small sects of significant size.

Soon, three items were placed in front of Zhong Heng.

"You can read, right?" Zhong Heng nodded.

"That’s good, it saves me some trouble, look at them yourself, and go to work in half a day, if you slack off, I’ll skin you alive!" A young man said fiercely, his whip slicing through the air.

In front of Zhong Heng were three items.

One was a copper-golden pickaxe, comparable to mundane divine weapons, yet in the Cultivation Realm, it was not even a decent magical artifact.

One was a magic book, which briefly recorded a skill called the Golden Blade Skill.

This was Zhong Heng’s first encounter with magic, unexpectedly in such a situation.

Golden Blade Skill, a Gold Attribute Skill, could infuse True Essence into instruments, covering their surface with a layer of Gold Attribute True Essence, making the instruments as strong as magical artifacts.

This skill was also widely used in mining, as ores were hard, using magical artifacts to mine was too costly, better to use True Essence.

Would it hinder the slave miners’ cultivation and potential? They were mere expendables.

The last was an introduction to a type of ore called Yangjin Stone.

Spirit Stone Mine was invaluable, one needed connections to mine, how could it concern people like Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng glanced at the Golden Blade Skill.

He closed his eyes slightly, and after ten breaths, he picked up the pickaxe, with a layer of golden light covering it.

"I yearn to tread the path of cultivation once more, yet never imagined it would come to this..."

Zhong Heng closed his eyes slightly, trying to resume cultivation, only to find the surrounding Spiritual Qi chaotic, with an inclination towards Gold and Fire characteristics, unsuitable for his cultivation.

[In a dream, you seemed to observe the River Map]

[After you wake, you find yourself in the Shallow Cloud Mountain’s Hundred Dragons Mine, assuming a new identity, a mine slave.]

[Your feet shackled with heavy iron chains, you lost your freedom.]