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The intermediate Mine Dungeon can produce ores with a purity limit of 30, and there is a chance to produce fine iron ore and silver ore. What pathfinder didn't mention is that the dungeon key has a level requirement. The threshold for the basic Mine Dungeon is level ten, while the intermediate one requires level twelve, a condition which Chi Hao now meets.
At six o'clock, everyone started to get busy. But everyone had an unusually similar thought: even if they die, they have to work, and they have to work harder than when they were alive, for a longer time. The culture of hard work is so strong that it can be felt in every pore.
But so what? When you were alive, you could complain a little, but now? If you dare to complain, the boss will kick you out and let you fend for yourself. If you're angry, you have to hold it in. Want fairness? It doesn't exist. If you have the ability, you will get more respect and more resources.
That's how the distance is created. Whether it's an individual or a group, it's the same. Just in the past two days, Jiuyou has earned ten times more spirit stones than the total of the Grand scale and the guild. Not only is there a huge difference in quantity, but the members' earnings are the same.
Jiuyou's spirit stones mostly flow into the pockets of sect's disciples, and the ore has become a delicious food for Chi Hao to unlock the seal of the warrior soul. Therefore, one by one, the disciples of Jiuyou's sect are all rich. The situation is similar to the guild and Grand scale, the difference being that the higher-ups in the guild obtain more spirit stones through corruption, while the higher-ups in Grand scale gain more profits by defeating the Secret realm boss. Both cases result in more benefits for the higher-ups, and the income of the lower levels has reached a limit.
Standing at the entrance of The Temple of the Demon King, Chi Hao has long seen the internal problems of the guild and Grand scale. It's not that the guild and Grand scale are corrupt; in fact, Chi Hao is even more corrupt than them. He just uses a higher personal income to cover up the fact that a larger amount of cultivation resources flow into Chi Hao's pockets.
Enter.
In the Intermediate Dungeon, at the entrance of The Temple of the Demon King, many Yao Guang Stones are missing, and the little zombies are less afraid of the Yao Guang Stone. Sensing the presence of living creatures within their perception range, they immediately launched an attack.
The sharp blade sliced through the body of the small zombie, effortlessly cutting through its skin, flesh, and bone. One strike, one kill. Twenty seconds later, Chi Hao exited The Temple of the Demon King. The zombie charge was too fierce, and the limited space at the entrance was about to be overwhelmed by the zombie. Chi Hao timely retreated.
Many people thought, "If I die, I can just respawn in the village, so why bother retreating and wasting time?" If one thinks like this, they will truly die. Yes, some people forget that those who are used to free respawns are prone to entering a reckless mindset, and then there are those who die on the spot.
The first person to fall into the pit was one of the Peak without high-rise buildings, the slightly overweight man. When it was his turn to attract monsters, he accidentally attracted an extra Corpse King, and at the same time, he was accidentally slapped by the Corpse King.
In the past, no, to be precise, yesterday. When surrounded, no one went to rescue him because they knew that if he died, he would revive in the safe house and quickly return to the battlefield. The same situation occurred today, and no one went to rescue him, not even the person involved made any cries for help, until he was stuffed into the big mouth of the Corpse King and chewed, emitting a dying scream.
At this point, others only realized that without the safe house, people would die. When they finally realized, it was too late. Their comrade, a highly potential Soul Fighter, fell. He would not return to the battlefield. He was the first to fall into the trap, but definitely not the only one.
Someone from the guild was hunting in the wilderness, ambushed by a Mantis, and his waist was almost cut in half by the Mantis' blade. He lay motionless on the ground, his facial expression distorted by intense pain. He's beyond saving, someone said. Put him out of his misery, the crowd agreed. Then they began to discuss who would do it, after all, watching a comrade being killed by a monster and taking the initiative to send the comrade off were two different things.
Who knows if there will be any barriers left in the other person's heart, and therefore hold a grudge against oneself. Suddenly, someone said, "He's beyond saving."
Huh? What's going on? Why does this person's tone carry a sense of despair and sadness? The person said again, "The newbie protection period is over, have you all forgotten? There's no more free resurrection." Upon hearing this, in an instant, it was as if this space was struck by a stillness spell. Everyone froze, even their heartbeats seemed to stop. Then suddenly, it throbbed, buzzing, someone is going to die.
From being strangers to hunting together, laughing together, and discussing the future together. In just a short seven days, they faced the parting of life and death. The cause of this outcome was simply their habitual carelessness. Cruel, yet real.
The wounded person who heard this sentence seemed to have something leaving his body. There was no longer the previous determination in his eyes. Yes, he gave up, he knew he was doomed.
He struggled to reach into his waist, which was already indistinguishable between flesh and clothing debris, and pulled out an embroidered pouch full of blood and water. Looking at the bulging pouch, there must be a lot of spirit stones inside. He had no strength left, so he put it on the ground, then slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death.
Everyone remained silent, kneeling beside the injured person, tightly holding his hand, accompanying this friend of only seven days to complete his final journey. Suddenly, a cold air descended from the sky, enveloping the injured person's wound with a chilling soul power, miraculously stopping the bleeding.
Everyone turned back to look for the source of this cold air. They saw a girl in a light blue silk top, a white pleated mini skirt, and white knee-high boots running towards them. At her feet, there was a ring of pale yellow soul ring. And in her hands, she was holding a Rainbow Lotus, with seven petals of different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. As the lotus flower slowly rotated, the petals fell off one by one, forming a semi-transparent light shield that landed on the injured person. Ah! What is this? Everyone was puzzled. They all looked at the girl.
"With me here, he won't die for the time being, but it won't be easy to bring him back to life," the girl spoke.
"What should we do?" the person holding the injured man's hand asked anxiously.
"Our leader said that the substance that makes up our bodies is no longer flesh and blood, but rather spirit particles. Although we don't yet understand the specific structure and principles, what we can be sure of is that no matter how severe the injury, it can be repaired through soul power. By absorbing enough spiritual energy, my Rainbow Lotus cover can help him convert spiritual energy into soul power to repair his body. My soul power is not abundant, and if he doesn't recover before my soul power is depleted, then there really will be no way." Without hesitation, everyone took out the spirit stones from their pockets.
The injured person didn't speak, perhaps he couldn't speak at the moment. Looking at the crowd, his eyes were full of gratitude. These friends were not in vain.
A few hours later, the injured person was able to sit up on their own. They didn't say much, just expressed their gratitude with a sincere tone, saying two words, "Thank you." That was all they could say, as they didn't have extra money to pay for the "surgery fee."
"Alright, I know you don't have money right now, so I won't make things difficult for you. But you must remember, I am Jiuyou's Theresa. You, or more accurately, you owe me three thousand spirit stones for the rescue fund. Of course, you can choose not to pay," the young girl said before turning and walking away.
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