After Eight Years of Being a Mine Slave, I Opened the Gate of Heaven with One Sword

Chen Yuan has been mining in the Qingyang Sect's black stone mine for eight years. Eight years ago, he was captured from a mortal town by the disciple recruitment team, and the five spiritual roots and waste spiritual roots were detected and thrown directly into the mine. He hasn't seen the sun in eight years, and his daily quota is fifty kilograms of black stone. If he can't finish the flogging, he will be exchanged for half a piece of Bigu Pill if he exceeds the quota. He saved forty-seven yuan of Bigu Pills and exchanged them for a soul-finding plate. The five spiritual roots have the lowest metallicity and the meridians are clogged. It is difficult to reach the middle stage of Qi refining during normal cultivation. But he was in no hurry. After eight years as a mining slave, the most important thing I lack is patience. Until a mine collapsed and he was buried under the rubble for seven days. While escaping through the rock wall, he discovered an ancient skeleton sealed by a mysterious crystal - an outer disciple of the Taibai Sword Sect, a swordsman in the late stage of foundation building, who died trapped here three thousand years ago. In the hand of Dry Bones, there is an incomplete "Taibai Qi Entraining Technique", a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill that has lost its efficacy, and a metal sword body as big as a fingernail. Chen Yuan knelt down and kowtowed three times: "Senior, I will borrow your things to survive. After I get out of trouble, your bones will be collected and buried." The exercise formula flowed into the sea of consciousness, and the metal fragments melted into the palm of the hand, turning into a stinging pain - the sword embryo entered the body. From today on, he is no longer a transparent mine slave. But he still had to lower his eyebrows and be submissive, still had to chisel fifty kilograms of black stone every day, and still had to act clumsy, mediocre, and non-threatening when Zhao Heihu's spiritual consciousness swept over him. Because of his identity as a mine slave, it is the best protective color. Because no one will guard against a slave whose spiritual roots are useless. A mining slave for eight years, with a withered bone, a sword embryo, and a little patience, climbed from the bottom of the world of immortality to the road to immortality step by step.