The Rat Race

Even the mining craze, which had been about to die down, had now surged to unprecedented heights. Even Li Chengfeng, the cook, had stopped selling meat buns. He bought Clarity Spirit Wine from Huang Gong, purchased Clarity Pills from the alchemy grandmaster Qi E'luo, and joined the vast army of miners, digging for Spirit Crystals in the Sunken Sea Zone day and night.

As a result, Huang Gong, who had recently planned to stop brewing Clarity Spirit Wine, hurriedly made another batch to sell. Even at the very moment before setting off for the Cloud Sea, people still came to buy wine from him.

It got to the point where Huang Gong complained that he no longer wanted to descend into the Cloud Sea and would rather stay in his house brewing Clarity Spirit Wine.

Still, complaints aside, Huang Gong had not abandoned his plans to enter the Deep Sea Zone. After all, the essence of Celestial Immortal-level ferocious beast flesh and blood, along with rare treasures, were indispensable materials for brewing Clarity Spirit Wine.

Prices on Hanging Mountain had now soared. Having lived hard days for so long, Huang Gong could not bear to buy them, so he could only personally head into the Deep Sea Zone and slaughter a few Celestial Immortal-level ferocious beasts for the main ingredients.

"Everyone here?"

Zheng Jie's expression was calm. The sinister aura he once carried had loosened considerably over these past days.

Seeing this, Lu Ren could not help but say, "Fellow Daoist Zheng seems to have gained many insights lately. Even the gloom around you has faded quite a bit."

Contrary to his normal state, Zheng Jie did not show his usual impatient expression. Smiling, he said, "I recently resolved an old knot in my heart. The shackles in my mind