Half a month slipped away quietly, like sand through one's fingers.
During these fifteen days, the Third Mining Area fell into a bizarre, deathly silence.
Those two aloof and mighty figures never showed their faces again.
But their existence was like two invisible mountains pressing down on the heart of every mining slave.
Even the usually most arrogant and domineering overseers restrained their tempers, speaking softly for fear of disturbing those two unpredictable lords.
The entire mining area was permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, like the calm before a storm.
Su Ji, on the other hand, lived the most comfortable days since his ascension.
That old geezer Zhao Tianyang, using some unknown method, actually sent him large chunks of fierce beast meat brimming with abundant vitality every single day.
Although the grade wasn't very high, the sheer quantity was enough to keep him full.
Su Ji refused nothing. Every day, besides being in seclusion to heal, he simply feasted.
His yang-deficient appearance also improved day by day at a visible rate.
His complexion became ruddy, his steps steady, and even his voice became full of vigor.
This made Zhao Tianyang, who had been observing in secret, finally let go of some of the anxiety weighing heavily on his mind.
It seemed this kid really wasn't playing any tricks.
As for the other two requests Su Ji had made, Zhao Tianyang handled them perfectly.
That newcomer named Qin Feng was yanked out of the mine the very next day and tossed at the entrance of Su Ji's courtyard.
Su Ji didn't see him; he merely gave a feeble instruction through the door.
"Go stand guard at the door for me. Except for Old Zhao, no one is allowed to approach."
Although Qin Feng was completely baffled, he still obediently acted as a door god at the entrance.
And that roster of mining slaves was quietly slipped to Su Ji by Zhao Tianyang on the thirteenth day.
It was a thick jade slip densely packed with all the information on the existing 3,152 mining slaves in the Third Mining Area.
Although most of it was vague, it was enough for Su Ji.
After all, these people were originally of no use anyway...
The fifteenth day, early morning.
In Su Ji's small courtyard.
He was sitting by the stone table, unhurriedly gnawing on a roasted beast leg that was golden brown and dripping with oil.
The courtyard door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Zhao Tianyang's heavily wrinkled old face appeared at the doorway.
His expression was more solemn than ever before.
"It is time."
Zhao Tianyang walked into the courtyard, his gaze locked onto Su Ji.
Su Ji swallowed the last bite of beast meat, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then casually tossed the cleanly picked bone aside.
"I know."
He lifted his eyelids, his eyes holding nothing but calmness.
"It's time to set off."
Watching his leisurely and contented demeanor, the unease in Zhao Tianyang's heart grew even stronger.
Was this kid really just a Golden Core cultivator?
His behavior over the past fifteen days had been far too calm.
So calm that he didn't seem like someone about to brave a dragon's pool and tiger's den, tying his life to his waistband to gamble with death.
"Before we set off."
Su Ji slowly stood up. He stretched his muscles and bones, emitting a series of crisp popping sounds.
"There is something you should hand over to me."
Zhao Tianyang's body stiffened imperceptibly.
"What thing?"
"The map."
Su Ji walked up to Zhao Tianyang, looking him straight in the eye.
"Old Zhao, we swore an oath."
"To advance and retreat together, and to share everything we know."
A genial smile hung on Su Ji's face.
"Now, it's time for you to share."
Zhao Tianyang's face instantly darkened.
He looked at Su Ji, a dangerous light glinting in his eyes.
"I will naturally give you the map."
"But not right now."
"Oh?" Su Ji raised an eyebrow. "Then when?"
"Once we reach the place, I will naturally tell you how to go." Zhao Tianyang's tone brooked no argument.
It was impossible for him to hand over his biggest trump card so easily.
Once Su Ji got the map, the dynamic between them would instantly reverse.
At that time, it wouldn't be him controlling Su Ji, but Su Ji controlling him.
"Old Zhao, that's not very sporting of you."
The smile on Su Ji's face slowly faded.
"Are you guarding against me?"
"One cannot be without caution against others," Zhao Tianyang coldly snorted. "Kid, you aren't exactly a saint either. If I give you the map, who knows if you won't turn around and sell me out?"
"You don't trust me?"
"I only trust the Dao Heart Oath." Zhao Tianyang's tone left no room for negotiation. "It's not that I won't share it, I just can't share it right now."
"Hahaha!"
Su Ji suddenly laughed.
"Makes sense."
"Old man, lead the way. Let's hit the road."
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
