"Inner disciple? Red Fire Iron Ore Steward? Outer Disciple Chief Instructor?"
Yang Ling was somewhat surprised. It seemed that this time, combat power and cultivation were tied to one's identity in the Instance.
Previously, these had all been tied to the difficulty.
A trace of solemnity entered his eyes.
This proved that, in a certain sense, this Instance's difficulty was at the SSS level!
The Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect was a first-rate sect, so it was bound to have a First Rank Land Immortal presiding over it.
Faced with a powerhouse like that, even a Human Immortal entering the Instance could lose his life at any moment.
"But as long as I prepare in advance, keep a low profile, and don't covet overly good rewards..."
"The danger will definitely drop considerably. It just depends on the level of baseline danger this Instance presents."
Yang Ling examined the three identities again.
There seemed to be nothing special about being an inner disciple.
It was actually less appealing than Outer Disciple Chief Instructor. At least that position looked as though it carried some authority.
"But... mining is what I'm best at."
Yang Ling looked at the middle option, Red Fire Iron Ore Steward, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
This identity suited his expertise and abilities.
He would also be a steward, with at least some degree of authority.
"You it is."
Yang Ling chose the identity of Red Fire Iron Ore Steward.
Another wave of icy air swept over him.
In the blink of an eye, a warm breeze blew into Yang Ling's face.
He stood in a vast open-pit ore vein, with Little White beside him.
Countless mining slaves were hard at work chipping away at the ore.
From dozens of mine shafts, mining slaves hauled