Infiltration

Nameless Mountain, mining site.

Carrying a leather whip stained with blood, Old Chen Si returned to the overseer's shed where he lived.

This mining site, located deep in the mountains, had been opened up more than two months ago specifically to extract high-quality Qinggang Stone needed for constructing the immortal fortress.

From that time onward, Old Chen Si had become one of the mine's overseers.

He felt tremendous resistance toward this job.

The area around the mine was utterly desolate and faced the threat of Demonic Beasts. The miners were all male slave cultivators; aside from a very few fellows with peculiar tastes, no one liked such an environment.

Old Chen Si also had to go deep into the mine shafts to supervise on site, which made the work even more grueling.

More than that, he had to ensure the daily mining quota was met. Should the construction of the immortal fortress be delayed, the sect's punishment would be quite severe.

Old Chen Si could only drive the slave cultivator miners mercilessly, using his whip to make them work harder.

So far, three slave cultivators had already died beneath his leather whip.

Though all the quotas had been completed, every time he went down into the mine shafts, he could feel the chilling malice surrounding him!

Old Chen Si knew very well that the slave cultivators he had whipped were all cursing him.

Of course, he was not afraid.

But being in the middle of it, there was no way he could feel comfortable!

Having finally endured until his shift rotation, Old Chen Si could at last return to the overseer's shed and catch his breath.

To restore his weary spirit.

He grabbed a jar of spirit wine sitting nearby, slapped off the clay seal, and began drinking in huge