Deep in the spiritual mines of the Qingming Mountains, seventeen-year-old Ling Feng was digging into cracks in the rock with fingers covered with frostbite. As a "pseudo-spiritual root" mine slave with no spiritual roots, he must hand over three low-grade spiritual stones every day in exchange for half a bowl of spiritual grain porridge mixed with gravel.
Until that blood moon night, green liquid suddenly oozed from the rock wall deep in the mine. The moment Ling Feng risked licking it, the waste mine in his palm turned into a Breitling Grass - he accidentally triggered the recognition of the Chaos Source Gourd. This treasure that can ripen spiritual plants is also a sharp sword hanging above your head: every time it is used, it will leave an aura of chaos that can be tracked by powerful powers.
From then on, this young man who was cautious to the core began to walk on thin ice on the road of cultivating immortality. When the second generation immortals were squandering the family offerings, he was calculating the compound interest income of each spiritual stone; when his fellow disciples were showing off their newly acquired magic weapons, he silently exchanged 70% of his net worth for escape talismans. From the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Blood Trial to the shocking scam in the Xutian Palace, Lingfeng used economic thinking to solve the cruelest puzzle in this world of cultivation where the jungle prevails: How can a mortal win the bet of a true immortal with a copper plate of chips?
Reader comments
Aren't you a mine slave? I saw Chapter 12. Why can you open a store? Have you redeemed yourself?
Aren't you a mine slave? I saw Chapter 12. Why can you open a store? Have you redeemed yourself?
Good-looking, [smile][smile][smile][smile][smile]