My cultivation script went astray

"Another one died?"

The mountain master was slightly startled, and this time he was obviously very unhappy, "At the seventh level of Qi Refining, one person can do ten people. Don't you value this kind of labor?"

"Or do you want to tell me that he died in a fight?"

The captain of the guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly, "I'll go ask."

Walking to Chen Lang, without waiting for further questions, Chen Lang mourned:

"Mr. Jin, you work diligently, pulling out three trucks a day, but in the end you only get three or five spirit stones a month. Even a dog would starve to death."

"Three or five spirit stones?"

The mountain master heard it and walked to Chen Lang, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Don't cry, he is not dead, he just fainted."

Chen Lang sighed, "What difference does it make whether he is dead or not?"

"Let me ask you a question." The mountain master said: "I will give you 10,000 spirit stones a month. Three or four hundred people will lose at least 30 or 40 spirit stones. With his cultivation level, he should have at least 50 spirit stones. How can he be so depressed?"

More than 50 spirit stones? Good fellow, he is really greedy.

Chen Lang said: "He said there are only ten."

The mountain master said "Huh?" and looked at the captain of the guard, the supervisors and the guards.

Instantly, the captain of the guard broke out in a cold sweat, and the group of guards bowed their heads and did not respond. Several supervisors stared at him sternly, warning him not to talk nonsense.

Chen Lang saw it and immediately understood.

He said painfully: "In fact, Mr. Jin didn't get ten spirit stones last month, only three. I haven't even got one since I came here."

"Nonsense!"

"Mountain master, don't listen to his nonsense. This person has just come recently. It hasn't been a month yet. It's not time to give out spirit stones." The captain of the guard said.

Several supervisors also argued, "He also beat the guy surnamed Jin. It has nothing to do with us."

"Did you speak?" The mountain master replied calmly.

The captain of the guard had to shut up.

The mountain master looked at the other miners and asked, "How many spirit stones do you receive every month?"

"Five."

"Seven."

"Ten."

"I do get three."

The miners answered honestly one by one.

"So few? Why didn't you say it before?" The mountain master was very dissatisfied. This was too little. There would be problems.

No one answered. The miners were of low status, so how could they dare to say it?

The mountain master thought for a moment and said, "I bought these people with money. I may not be able to make up for it after it is used up. You have followed me for so many years. I will not bother with you today. I will give you another 10,000 spirit stones. Distribute them immediately. No one can be less."

"Yes." The captain of the guard was sweating profusely.

Chen Lang suggested again: "I suggest that the supervisors should also be brought to mine. Seeing how hard they whip, they will definitely mine quickly."

The mountain master said, "This suggestion is feasible."

Forget about his own men, but the small supervisor dares to be greedy and does not know how to live or die. He should be punished.

Several supervisors were immediately numb. What the hell does this have to do with me? I finally became a supervisor, and I have to continue mining?

They all gnashed their teeth and wanted to kill Chen Lang.

Chen Lang said again, "I suggest again."

"Supervision should not be cancelled, sir. We still have to guard against the alchemists outside. They can't work without supervision." The captain of the guard said hurriedly. He suggested that Chen Lang should not make the suggestion.

The mountain owner thought for a moment and changed his words: "Wipe out the salary of the supervisor and make them the same salary as them."

"They" naturally refer to the miners.

...

After the inspection, good news came.

Ten thousand spirit stones fell from the sky!

There are a total of three or four hundred people in the mine. On average, each person can get thirty pieces, which is basically equivalent to half a year's salary.

Of course, it is impossible to divide it equally. For example, the four people who asked Chen Lang for spirit stones that night each got a full hundred.

"Brother Chen, I owe you a huge favor."

"I, Liu, owe you a huge favor."

The four skinny monkeys thanked him very seriously. They didn't expect that when Chen Lang said he would "think of a way" for them, he actually did it.

One hundred spirit stones, although not a big deal outside, can be easily earned with their cultivation. But in the mine, it is a life-saving thing, enough to make them recover from their injuries, which is equivalent to extending their lifespan.

"Go and recuperate." Chen Lang said.

He just said a few words casually. It's useless to ask for favors from these skinny monkeys. Why did he do this?

It's to prevent these skinny monkeys, especially Mr. Jin and the four skinny monkeys in other mining areas from being hungry, thinking about the recovery pills on him, and plotting against him again.

These people are really not weak, basically reaching the supervision level. It's meaningless to consume with them. It's better to feed them more and not bite him like a mad dog.

He had originally intended to use these people to rebel and overthrow the Black Mine, but after seeing the group of people led by the mountain owner, he gave up the idea. They were just a bunch of noobs, and it would be a waste if they all went up.

"Thank you, Mr. Jin, for your full cooperation." Someone else thanked him.

"Ah? Oh." Mr. Jin was still a little confused. How could he have made a great contribution after being unconscious for a while?

However, as one of the miners with the highest cultivation, he was also allocated 100 spirit stones. After hearing what happened, he also admired Chen Lang's courage:

"Jin thanks you here. If I can get out alive one day, I am willing to follow you. If I encounter a crisis, I will definitely help you at the risk of my life."

Others also called him "Brother Lang" and "Mr. Chen". They had heard that several masters had been defeated by this fierce man, so it was right to call him like this.

Asking the mountain master for spiritual stones was something they dared not even think about. Today, someone actually did it, and it was this most ferocious prison bully. They found out that pigs really can climb trees.

"Who is calling each other brothers here? Who are you going to help at the cost of your life?"

Suddenly, the iron gate at the end of the main mine tunnel opened, and an indifferent voice came.

The miners looked over and saw more than a dozen supervisors rushing over with swords, sticks and clubs. One of them carried a mace on his shoulder, his face cold:

"Where is Chen Lang? Come out."

Crash!

All the skinny monkeys scattered in an instant, running away so cleanly, and the four skinny monkeys also ran away. Mr. Jin thought about it. He said that he would follow him after he got out alive. Now he hadn't gone out yet, so it was not a breach of promise, so he also ran away.

Only Chen Lang was left there, sitting on the stone pier, facing more than a dozen supervisors.

"Hey, Paw Patrol, let's have a meeting." Chen Lang smiled, crossing his legs.

Among these people, he saw Shi Ming, but Shi Ming's eyes dodged. It was obvious that he had come with bad intentions today, but he had to come.

But soon, Chen Lang's eyes condensed and fell on someone's chest.

"Chen Lang, you are very courageous."

"Do good things, right? Then why don't you do it to the end?" A supervisor holding a broadsword stepped forward and sneered, "Return all our wages, and I can let you die more easily."

Damn it, you miners have taken a lot of things, but we are the ones who suffer. We used to have a small income of 30 spirit stones a month, but now we have nothing. We worked hard to get out of the miners and became supervisors. What do they want?

"Don't say it, Elder Shi has ordered to kill him directly." Another supervisor whispered.

This was an order received several days ago. It seems that they are looking for something. I forgot what it was. Anyway, it is absolutely right to kill him first.

Because the mountain owner came to patrol, they did not execute it. This time they offended them all. If you don't die, who will die?

But at this moment, the supervisor suddenly felt a gust of wind around him, and a shadow flashed in his peripheral vision.

The next moment, Chen Lang returned to the original place, but his right hand was raised, and there was another person on his hand, who was hung by the collar.

Bang.

Just one punch, the terrifying bloody aura burst out, and the supervisor's head exploded like a watermelon, and blood spurted out.

Chen Lang tore open the clothes on the chest of the supervisor and pulled out a round disk. It was the Sansheng disk, which was now woven into the soft armor and used as a heart mirror.

"Idiot, how can it be used like this." Chen Lang took back the Sansheng disk and finally put his mind at ease.

He was searched when he came in, and all his things were divided up by this group of supervisors. He didn't value other things, but only this Sansheng disk didn't want to lose.

Today, it's your turn to explode equipment.

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