The temperature of the Fire Glass Ore was very high. Jiang Zhao stood there and unconsciously opened the spiritual power shield, trying to isolate himself from the scorching heat.
After watching a cluster of glass flames engulf a cultivator, Jiang Zhao's face darkened slightly. Why did people have to use their spiritual power to dig this kind of ore bit by bit with their bare hands?
"Fellow Daoist, I advise you to save some spiritual energy for protection. They provide spiritual energy recovery pills, the lowest level of Huiling Pills."
The man who brought Jiang Zhao here reminded in a hoarse voice.
The spiritual power in this plane of the world is extremely thin, and there is no spiritual power in the air mass of the Xie Yu clan, only evil energy.
And near this Fire Glass Mine, there is no evil spirit or spiritual power, all of which have been burned away by the glass flames.
After hearing the reminder, Jiang Zhao put away his spiritual power shield and followed the man to the foot of the mountain where the Huolixuan Mine was located.
At the foot of the mountain where the Huolixuan Mine is located, a group of cultivators are using their spiritual power to mine the ore.
The cultivators in that group were at the Foundation Establishment Stage and the Golden Core Stage, and they were all in a miserable state.
Someone looked up at Jiang Zhao who was coming over, with a hint of gloating in his eyes.
There were also people whose eyes were full of sympathy. Because of mining, they suffered torture every day, and the fate of the female cultivators here was even worse than theirs.
"Just dig here and save your spiritual energy."
The person who brought Jiang Zhao here found a place for him and then started digging.
Soon, a patrolling monk came over with a ferocious look, yelling and scolding them, urging them to work faster.
Jiang Zhao followed their example and started mining using his spiritual power.
The fire glass ore is extremely hard and hot, making it very difficult to mine.
What seems difficult for others seems to be no problem at all for Jiang Zhao.
The thunder spirit energy turned into a sharp blade, and when it cut the fire glass ore, it was as easy as cutting tofu, and it directly cut off a large piece.
The Fire Glass Ore had just been obtained, and the scorching temperature seemed to be jumping with flames in the palm of his hand. Jiang Zhao was about to take a closer look at the Fire Glass Ore, but he felt that the glass-gold spiritual energy in his sea of consciousness became active.
Jiang Zhao's mind moved, and a ball of translucent spiritual energy appeared in the palm of his hand. In a moment, it swallowed up the large piece of fire glass ore.
Looking at the Fire Glass Ore that disappeared from his palm in an instant, Jiang Zhao blinked in disbelief and quickly looked inward at his sea of consciousness.
Upon taking a look, wow, there was actually a little more glazed golden spiritual energy in the sea of consciousness.
"System, isn't my glazed golden spiritual power the companion spiritual energy of the divine sword embryo? How can it be so strong?"
Jiang Zhao was shocked and hurried to call the system.
The system took a while to answer, "As for spiritual energy, if you find something you like, you can still grow bigger and stronger by eating it."
After listening to the system's explanation, Jiang Zhao only had three words left in his mind: What the hell?
The system's explanation was worse than no explanation at all. She even ate her fill and grew stronger. Wasn't her glazed golden spiritual power strong enough?!
However, since the Fire Glaze Mysterious Ore is very much to the 'appetite' of the Glaze Golden Spiritual Power, then of course the more the better.
After discovering this advantage, Jiang Zhao immediately fell into the excitement of a miner.
Dig up a small piece and feed a big piece...
In a short while, there was a large space in front of Jiang Zhao.
Looking at the obviously sunken hole, Jiang Zhao fell into deep thought. It was too obvious to dig in. He had to change the location.
Then, Jiang Zhao dug, moved, moved, and fed at the same time.
There is no distinction between day and night in the air mass. When everyone's spiritual power is exhausted, patrolling monks begin to drive them to the resting place.
Jiang Zhao joined the team and left the Huolixuan Mine with a look of reluctance on her face. She had not dug enough.
The miners' resting place is a simple shed built with a special vine covering.
As soon as I stepped into the shed, I felt a slight chill. It was obvious that the vines were fireproof.
A large group of monks were sitting or lying in the shed, panting and looking listless. It was obvious that the depletion of their spiritual energy had left their bodies in a weak state.
After the patrolling monk drove the last miner into the shed, he began to distribute pills to each of them.
When it was sent to Jiang Zhao, he looked him up and down, chuckled twice, and passed it directly past Jiang Zhao to the next person.
Jiang Zhao was a little confused by the two laughs. It would have been fine if he didn't give him the pills, but what did it mean by laughing in such a vulgar way?
"Where are my pills?"
Jiang Zhaochong asked loudly to the patrolling monk.
The patrolling monk ignored Jiang Zhao and said coldly, "Whose people are they? Take care of them."
The man who had pulled Jiang Zhao in hurried over and pulled Jiang Zhao to a corner to sit down. He explained, "Don't be angry, fellow Daoist. They won't give out pills to newcomers until ten days or half a month later."
"Why?" Jiang Zhao's voice was filled with anger.
"Do you know why they didn't confiscate your storage bag?"
At this time, a cultivator beside Jiang Zhao said, "They will wait until your elixirs are all used up, and then use all the spiritual stones you have on you to exchange for elixirs. After you have exchanged them all, they will give you one spiritual pill every day."
“Is this any different from robbing?”
Jiang Zhao was filled with indignation. These people were too hypocritical.
"Yes, you volunteered."
The man said in a hoarse voice, swallowed the Huiling Pill in his hand, and began to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.
Jiang Zhao touched the storage bag on his body. There were only some pills and spirit stones in it. It was just for show!
Taking out a pill from the storage bag, Jiang Zhao threw a healing pill to the person who pulled her.
The man took the pill and looked at it again and again, with a look of surprise on his face and whispered a thank you, but did not swallow it directly. Instead, he held the pill tightly and squeezed into the depths of the shed.
Jiang Zhao was a little curious about who he was going to see, so after thinking about it, he followed him.
The shed is very large, and the further you go inside, the more turbid the air becomes and the smaller the space becomes.
When we walked to the innermost part, we saw more than ten people lying crookedly on the hard gravel.
The man carefully walked around the person lying on the ground, went to the innermost corner, helped the dying person on the ground up, and stuffed the pill into the other's mouth.
The man who took the pill had a weak breath and his meridians were exhausted. It was obvious that he was almost at the end of his life.
Jiang Zhao walked forward and was about to take out the pill when he saw the pale and thin face and was stunned.
"Yan Zichen!"
A name came out of his mouth.
Yan Zichen opened his eyes with difficulty to see who was calling him, but his eyes were dim and difficult to focus.
“Who…is it?”
Yan Zichen asked in a trembling and hoarse voice.
"I, Lu Xian."
Jiang Zhao lowered his voice and spoke calmly.
Yan Zichen sat up in shock and reached out to grab Jiang Zhao's hand.
"Senior Lu...Senior Lu, is that you? Senior Lu..."
Jiang Zhao pressed Yan Zichen's shoulder and said, "It's me, don't panic."
Just four words, but like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, they gave Yan Zichen great comfort.
Yan Zichen laughed hoarsely, and as he laughed, tears of blood rolled down his eyes.
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