"Well, Ancestor? This is a glittering Soul Crystal Mine!"
"Look how pleased you are. This little Soul Crystal Mine wouldn't even have paid for a table of breakfast back in my day!" The Artifact Spirit Ancestor looked smug, wistful, and lost in reminiscence. "Dragon marrow, Golden Peng wings... and a few big-breasted luan birds waiting on me. Now that was the life!"
"Aren't your Divine Crow clan cousins of the Golden Peng and Azure Luan? How could you slaughter them for food and hold them while doing that..."
"Er, could you think about how your own human race behaves before asking that?"
The Artifact Spirit Ancestor's face filled with disdain. He had long been displeased with certain Human Race practices. Not displeased, exactly—it was more that the Human Race and Beast Race were jackals from the same hill, and neither had any business looking down on the other.
"Oh, fine. Please go back into the cauldron and rest, Ancestor. You don't think much of this anyway. I'm going to start mining."
"Don't! When someone's starving mad, even a fly's leg counts as meat. Heh heh, wouldn't you say..."
"Would you like to help mine, Ancestor?"
"Why go to all that trouble? Go take care of whatever else you need to do. Leave the digging here to me!" The Artifact Spirit Ancestor narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "I guarantee there won't be a scrap left..."
Seeing his expression, Mu Bai would never have believed, even under threat of death, that the Artifact Spirit Ancestor was kind enough to help him mine. He probably wanted to line his own pockets. Still, Mu Bai was no longer the poor boy he had once been. If he used them sparingly, the Soul Crystals he had on hand would suffice. It was time to let