Dying at the Hands of Ore!

The giant Hundred-Forged Qilin Pickaxe already contained Qilin Iron and possessed the ability to repair itself.

It was only that when violently excavating Red Copper Ore Marrow, its restorative ability could not keep up with the damage it sustained.

Yet now, after Yang Ling had merely polished it for half an hour, it had regained its former brilliance.

The hundreds of miners below had actually been secretly watching him all along.

Especially after seeing that he possessed such an oversized pickaxe, they could not help feeling astonished and shocked.

Yang Ling carried the giant Hundred-Forged Qilin Pickaxe and joined the mining crew.

Several veteran members of the Mining Gang exchanged looks and quietly nodded.

Qian Dalong had indeed been right. Captain Yang of the Iron Garment Division was truly passionate about mining. Otherwise, why would he have prepared such a huge pickaxe?

Next, miners continuously carried waste earth out of the mine.

Clearly, after Yang Ling joined the excavation, the frequency at which waste earth was hauled out grew higher and higher.

Yang Ling was like a small tunnel-boring machine, frantically expanding the mine chamber below.

A veteran of the Mining Gang personally led a batch of waste earth back to the surface and was immediately summoned by Xie Jinjia for questioning.

"Lord Xie, Captain Yang is extremely professional. He strikes quickly and accurately, easily avoiding every spot that could collapse the mine chamber without slowing the excavation at all.

"It is as though he was born for this line of work."

The veteran miner's eyes gleamed.

"Why not transfer Captain Yang to our Mining Gang? Only there can he truly put his talents to use."

The middle-aged scholar smiled.

Zhao Zheng snorted coldly.

"Captain Yang is a captain of the Iron Garment Division. He handles the vital task of