The tunnel's power supply ran on the same line as the construction power outside. With one pull of the switch, Feng Jun plunged the entire worksite into darkness.
People immediately came to investigate, only to discover that someone had yanked the breaker apart. They hurriedly reported it—someone was sabotaging the site.
The people below had no idea what was going on, but those above knew perfectly well. The final response was: if you want to continue construction, you may use emergency power—get the generators running—but do not connect to the tunnel's power lines.
This order left many people baffled, but after dawn the next day, someone took an emergency lamp into the tunnel. The moment they saw it, they understood—gold was piled across the ground in a thick, solid layer.
Although the Gold Nuggets were not pure enough, one look at their color was enough to tell that they were gold.
Feng Jun did not pay further attention to what happened afterward. Though he still went to the Sahara at night to cut up Gold Nuggets, the next delivery of gold was still some time away.
What mattered was that while cutting the gold in the Sahara, some gold dust inevitably fell onto the ground. Many years later, people discovered vast quantities of gold sand there, sparking a gold rush. That was a story for another time.
Feng Jun noticed the fallen gold dust while cutting as well. If he wanted, he could have collected the sand together with the gold dust and refined it.
But after seeing so much gold, he truly felt nothing about it anymore. He only picked up the larger grains of gold sand and could not be bothered with the tiny ones. The spiritual energy needed to refine gold would be better spent killing a