"I'm asking one last time."
"My wages."
"Where... are they?"
Xie Changsheng's pickaxe was only three inches from the greasy spot between the overseer's brows.
All these days, he had swung his pickaxe for twenty hours a day, his spiritual power running dry and recovering, squeezed out over and over.
In this damned place, where the spiritual energy was thick enough to choke him, his cultivation had instead been like iron hammered repeatedly, forcibly pounded from the mid Spirit Transformation Stage into the late stage.
But he was about to starve to death.
When he discovered he could not go without food here, he was as shocked as Luo Qingyin, far away in Purple Firmament Heaven.
He knew he could not go on like this.
The overseer's surname was Wang. Everyone called him Fatty Wang.
At first, those eerie eyes staring at him really did send a chill down his spine,
but anger and the arrogance accumulated over the years quickly surged up.
Wait, I'm in the Body Integration Realm, and this mining slave is only in the Spirit Transformation Stage!
A gap of two whole major realms!
This mining slave actually dared point a pickaxe at me?
"You're fucking courting death!"
He unleashed the full force of his Body Integration Realm pressure.
But Xie Changsheng merely narrowed his eyes slightly.
Over three months.
Ever since falling into this damned place, he had never stopped observing.
The cultivators here had piled up their cultivation realms like inflated balloons.
They had plenty of spiritual power, but their use of it was an utter mess, riddled with as many holes as a sieve.
And this overseer was an outstanding example.
Pressure?
What a joke!
Those Dao Eyes simply watched Fatty Wang impassively, revealing a kind of... disdain for trash.
It was like