After Three Years of Mining, I Became a Martial Saint in a Chaotic Age

The dynasty crumbled, and the land was engulfed in the smoke of war.

Shen Mo transmigrated into this world and became a lowly mine slave.

With one swing of his pickaxe, his body grew stronger, and one skill after another awakened.

Others mined to stay alive. He grew stronger with every swing.

Mining, geomancy, forging, alchemy, exploration, talismans: he mastered them all.

Every faction rushed to recruit him.

A warlord of the troubled age: "Work for me, and one day I'll make you a prince with equal standing to myself."

A princess of the fallen dynasty: "Help me reclaim my kingdom, and you can be my empress."

A holy maiden of the Mystic Sect: "I found a fascinating cultivation technique. Shall we try it together?"

Holding his pickaxe, Shen Mo remained unmoved. "All of you, move aside. Don't get in the way of my mining."

From mine slave to Martial Saint, all it takes is one swing.