"You brat, you actually dared to slack off under my watch! Today, I'm sending you to mine in the Ghost Area! If you don't mine five cubic measures, don't even think about leaving!"
With a crack of his whip, the overseer stormed off.
Yang Ling covered his reddened cheek, still forcing a smile. But once the overseer had gone far away, he spat angrily. "What kind of person..."
Smack! A bursting sound suddenly rang against Yang Ling's face. The overseer's voice drifted over from afar. "Idiot, I'm a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. My spiritual sense reaches much farther than yours. Next time you want to curse me, get farther away. And today, you'll mine six cubic measures of Spirit Stone!"
Yang Ling hurriedly shut his mouth. He did not want his quota increased again.
Spirit Stones were the general term for minerals condensed with a relatively high concentration of spiritual energy. Because the presence of spiritual energy strengthened the energy levels of their chemical bonds, Spirit Stone minerals were far harder than ordinary ores. Foundation Establishment Cultivators could smash them apart with their bare hands, but unless Qi Refining Cultivators practiced one of a very few special cultivation techniques, mining them was extremely strenuous.
But anyone who cultivated profound techniques—why would they come work as a miner?
Yang Ling gritted his teeth. "That bastard is trying to work me to death!"
"Hey, kid, you'd better say less!"
"This Ghost Area is a mine that's already been picked clean. They say it's haunted too!"
"Hahaha, it's hard enough to dig Spirit Stones out of an exhausted mine. Now you have to watch out for ghosts too..."
"No matter what, he's still a cultivator..."
"Exactly, exactly. Maybe this trash is secretly hoping to meet a ghost, so he can have a taste of