Chapter 838: Farming or guarding the gate?
"Immortal...Immortal Emperor, I think...I am more useful in other aspects. As for mining..." Lingxu old ghost gathered his hands and said tentatively: "Anyone can do this kind of thing, why does it have to be an immortal?
Any cultivator in the Cangyun Realm can dig it up.
It's not that I have too many things to do, I just want to make more contributions to the fairy world, not do something that is too simple and has no challenges..."
Bai Jian looked at the old ghost Lingxu and sneered.
How could he not know what the old ghost Lingxu was thinking?
This cloud-patterned steel may seem no different from the ore in the netherworld, but it requires immortal power to drive tools to split it. If it were released into the netherworld, it would be an indestructible treasure and an excellent material for forging divine weapons.
But in the fairyland, this is just a very low-level ore material.
In Bai Jian's eyes, this kind of material can only be used to build a palace.
That’s right…
He is now ready to rebuild the fairyland.
The ruins that Lingxu Old Ghost had seen before were nothing more than illusions fabricated by him using his immortal energy, including the immortal bridges and immortal music, which were all for Lingxu Old Ghost to complete the flying process.
But in order to keep everything on track, it was impossible for him to do all this personally.
In the past, the resources in the lower realm of Cang Yun Realm were exhausted. The immortals were selfish and didn't care about the life or death of Cang Yun. In order to keep Cang Yun Realm alive and for his own selfish desires, he slaughtered all the immortals.
Nowadays, the ancient spiritual treasure of the Great Essence Jadeite can continuously replenish the resources of the Cangyun Realm. Naturally, immortals can appear again. And in order to conquer the star, the more immortals there are, the better.
In this case, the bare fairyland is a bit inappropriate.
The corridors, palaces, pavilions and towers all need to be rebuilt.
The fairyland looks like the fairyland.
Only the immortals who flew here in this way can have a sense of belonging and cohesion. They will fight for the Cang Yun Realm regardless of life and death and contribute their own strength.
"You want to do something else? It's not impossible."
The white sword is under the control of Lingxu old ghost.
It seems that he is considering what kind of talent Lingxu Old Ghost is.
When Lingxu Old Ghost heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he rubbed his skinny face - no matter what, as long as it wasn't mining, it would be fine.
Is there any job in this fairyland that is more worthless than mining?
He doesn't believe it!
"Thank you, Immortal Emperor!" He bowed repeatedly, "Don't worry, whether it's slaying demons or exploring secret realms, I promise to do it properly and will never embarrass you!"
He had already started to think about it.
Even if he couldn't become a powerful immortal official, at least he could get rid of the hard work of a miner.
Even if it's nothing, it's still better than digging stones with a hammer.
Most importantly, he believed that with his ruthlessness, he would eventually be able to become an immortal.
But before his smile disappeared.
Bai Jian suddenly stretched out his sword and grabbed him by the back of the collar like a chicken.
The old ghost Lingxu only felt a flash of light and shadow before his eyes, and the next second his feet landed on a desolate land - this place was even more desolate than the mine before, with cracked gray-brown rock layers on the surface. When the void storm blew past, it brought with it fine stone chips, and the sound of crackling on his face was desolate.
In the distance, scattered here and there were a few withered weeds, their roots buried deep in the cracks of the rocks. There was not even a hint of greenery to be seen here, let alone any magical flowers or herbs.
The air smelled of earth and only a thin, fairy-like air.
It seems to be even more barren than the desert in the Cangyun Realm.
"If you don't want to mine, just grow vegetables here."
Bai Jian let go of the knife and pointed at the wasteland under his feet with a calm tone.
"Don't tell me you can't even grow vegetables."
"Grow, grow vegetables?" Lingxu Old Ghost's smile froze on his face, and he could no longer hold it back. He twisted his stiff neck and looked at Bai Jian: "Mr. Immortal Emperor, you are not kidding, are you?
I am a celestial being who just flew to heaven!
Let the immortal grow vegetables... Is it really impossible to find someone else?
If this gets out, I'll..."
Before he finished speaking, he gave 껗 Baijian a cold look.
He swallowed the second half of the words back.
The old ghost Lingxu frowned, looking aggrieved. He smiled apologetically and said, "It's not that I think growing vegetables is beneath me. It's mainly because I haven't touched a hoe in thousands of years. I can't even recognize all the seedlings. If they die, wouldn't it be a waste of your efforts? Besides, this place looks barren. I'm afraid I can't grow anything..."
Bai Jian didn't waste time talking to him, turned around and picked him up again.
After another round of spinning, the two landed in front of a door that towered into the clouds.
It was unknown what material this door was made of. It was pitch black with intricate, sinister patterns carved on its surface. There was no plaque on the lintel, only two black iron chains as thick as bowls hanging on either side. The chains seemed to be stained with rust, but they exuded a frightening evil aura.
It was pitch black inside the door, and nothing could be seen clearly.
All he could do was vaguely watch the sphere swell and beat like a heart.
Before Lingxu Old Ghost could react, Bai Jian grabbed a chain and wrapped it around his wrist with a "click".
The chains tightened automatically, as if by life itself.
The cold touch instantly spread throughout the body, and even the flow of immortal power became a little sluggish.
"If you don't want to mine or grow vegetables, then guard this door." Bai Jian's voice remained steady. "Behind this door is the forbidden land of the immortal realm. If anyone enters, you will die."
The old ghost Lingxu completely collapsed.
The chain on his wrist hurt.
Then I thought about having to guard this gloomy broken door and putting my life in danger...
He wailed with a mournful face, "Immortal Emperor! I was wrong! I'd better go mining!"
Mining is great! Mining can exercise your body and also help you build a palace. How great!
He now understood.
Bargaining with this master of the immortal world is asking for trouble.
Being a miner is tiring, but at least you don't have to compete with the seedlings, and you don't have to lose your life because you didn't keep an eye on the door.
Bai Jian glanced at him and raised his hand to untie the chains.
Before Lingxu Old Ghost could breathe a sigh of relief, he was grabbed by the collar again, torn open the space again, and thrown back to the mine in front of him.
"I'll give you a pickaxe. You must mine ten baskets of cloud-patterned steel every day. If you're short of one basket, you'll be sent to guard the gate."
Bai Jian threw him a pickaxe that glowed green, and as soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared.
Holding the heavy manuscript in his hand, the old ghost Lingxu looked at the cloud-patterned steel vein with golden threads in front of him, wanting to cry but unable to.
There was a basket placed there in advance next to the vein. Although the basket was small, it was different from the clouds and mud in the world. That basket could hold half of an ordinary family's yard.
Fortunately, he is an immortal, so even if the basket is a little thicker, it doesn't matter to him.
"Isn't it just ten baskets of cloud-patterned steel? This should be a test from the Immortal Emperor."
Old ghost Lingxu pondered for a while, as a way of comforting himself.
After all, the current situation cannot be changed, so it is better to accept it in a way that makes you feel a little better.
But that Immortal Emperor said that immortal magic is useless against cloud-patterned steel.
So he picked up the pickaxe, poured in his magical power, gathered all his strength, and smashed it down with the pickaxe.
Bang!
This is because you can easily drop a piece of ore with just one move.
Unexpectedly, the cloud-patterned steel of the pickaxe struck sparks, but the pile of ore in front of him remained motionless.
"Damn it! So hard?!" The old ghost Lingxu was numb.
Should we say it's a mine in the immortal world? Even an immortal like him can't break it open?
Fortunately, although I couldn't smash it open, my wrist and arm didn't hurt from the recoil.
They are already immortals, not that fragile.
But it is obviously not that easy to break this cloud-patterned steel.
Old Ghost Lingxu had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and work hard.
Suddenly, a series of clanging sounds were heard from the mine.
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In the mine, there is a void that is difficult for the old ghost Lingxu to detect.
Bai Jian silently watched the old man struggling in the mine with his eyes slightly narrowed.
"There are still too few immortals. Even with the speed of Old Ghost Lingxu, he can't produce much cloud pattern steel every day.
We need more miners here. In addition, the fairy fields need to be cultivated, the fairy beasts need to be trained, and the pavilions, towers, and formations all need people to build."
Now the Cangyun Realm is rapidly approaching the star.
The fusion of the two worlds is imminent.
It seems... we need to give the creatures in the Cangyun Realm some stimulation to become immortals.
Although forcing things to happen is not a good thing.
Bai Jian touched his lower body and pondered for a while, then thought about how Yueying Sect still had Chen Huaian as a tool, and he couldn't help but come up with an idea.
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