Cold Spirit City, Spirit Mine Mountain Slave Camp
In the following week, Qiye remained immersed in the Hunyuan Refining Realm and continued to recuperate his body, which restored his body to health faster than expected. Within a few days, Qiye was able to move around.
During this week, Qiye was absent from work for many days because he was unable to work. The rule in the slave camp was that slaves could only have one meal after working for one day. Therefore, even though Qi Ye did not eat for more than a week, he did not exert much physical energy because he slept frequently. Despite this, Qiye, who was thin and thin, managed to survive without drinking any water until his body initially recovered.
After seven nights of recovery, there was no time to rest and consolidate, so he couldn't wait to pick up the basket and start working. Now, Qiye is so hungry that he needs to replenish energy. On the other hand, he wants to try to collect spiritual energy and improve his strength so as to leave this ghost place as soon as possible. Although Qiye feels that he is about to end his hunger, he is very motivated. .
Spiritual practitioners can reach the state of "bigu" when they reach the "spiritual level", but the "spiritual level" is still too far away for the current Qiye.
Therefore, if I don't eat something, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive for long, and how can the other slaves around me be willing to give Qiye a share of the food that I have earned through hard work? In such a harsh environment, it is so difficult to protect yourself, so how can there be any other care? Therefore, if you want to get food, you must rely on yourself!
In the early morning, Qiye followed the slave team forward in the mountains tremblingly. He must have not eaten for several days, and Qiye's legs were a little weak from walking. Looking at the slave team winding into the depths of the mountains ahead, the hungry Qiye gritted his teeth: No matter what, we must persevere today! Looking at the long mountain road, Qiye followed the slave team and walked unsteadily.
Today, the entire slave team is going to a spiritual mine mountain range that has just been explored and developed. It is deep in the mountains and it takes a day to go back and forth. In a state of confusion, I don’t know how long I have been trekking...
At noon, the sun is blazing and the insects are chirping. Qiye had been exhausted from the trek, his mouth was dry, his face and lips were white, and he looked as if he was about to die. He leaned against a rock with his weak back, breathing heavily. Looking at the team of slaves that were still flowing deep into the mountains, Qiye felt a little disheartened: Up to now, his strength has been exhausted. It seems that it is really difficult to survive today...
Looking at the mountain scenery in the distance, Qiye's vision gradually blurred, and a dull sleepiness slowly came over his mind. At this moment, he no longer had any strength to get rid of this low and dim feeling. Simply slowly, slowly... Qiye, who was standing with his back against the rock, began to slowly slide down, and finally sat down with a "plop".
Qiye could no longer sense his current state. He only felt that the world was spinning, his eyes gradually closed, and the blurry light in his vision was swallowed up by darkness little by little...
Finally, the only trace of light left in the eyes melted into the darkness, and all external sensations became dull and blurred...
At this time, several slave porters passing by Qiye stopped in silence when they saw Qiye, and looked at Qiye with surprise, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Hey, isn't this the brat who often hangs out with old man Luo Mu? Didn't you hear that he is dead?" A tall slave man said in surprise.
"Hey, it seems to be true. I guess this kid is lucky enough to have escaped death." Another slave man, who was slightly thinner, confirmed after taking a closer look at Qiye.
"Hey, if old man Luo Mu knew that this guy was still alive, he would definitely be able to rest in peace..." An older, middle-aged slave man behind him sighed slightly.
Although his words were calm and low-pitched, they were like a bolt of thunder that struck Qiye's ears. Qiye, who was about to faint, suddenly felt as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue. His body trembled slightly, and he regained consciousness for a moment.
Qiye suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the three people standing in front of him in disbelief. Then he struggled to hold his body up with both hands, staggered two steps forward, and grabbed the linen shirt of one of the middle-aged slaves.
"What did you just say!? What happened to Grandpa Luo Mu?!" Qiye choked and struggled to verify.
"Don't you know yet? Old man Luo Muna... died a few days ago!" The middle-aged slave said in a panic when he saw Qiye's sudden behavior.
The man's words made Qiye stunned for a moment. After a moment, uncontrollable tears burst into his eyes, and a feeling of heartache suddenly surged into his heart.
"Please tell me, how did Grandpa Luo Mu die?" Qiye grabbed the middle-aged slave's linen shirt hard and cried. Perhaps it was the sudden bad news that caused Qiye's spirit to collapse, and her body fell to the ground weakly again.
Looking at Qiye who fell to the ground crying and crying, the middle-aged slave man sighed and slowly said: Ever since he learned that Qiye fell into the deep valley and died, old man Luo Mu has been extremely sad. A few days ago, while carrying a mine spirit stone on my back, I accidentally fell in front of Wolf Guard and was kicked off the cliff by Wolf Guard.
After the middle-aged slave man finished his story with a hint of sadness, he looked at the sad and helpless Qiye on the ground. Shaking his head and sighing, he hurriedly left, and the two companions also moved on knowingly.
After listening to the man's story, Qiye's heart was filled with grief and anger. He stopped his useless crying, wiped the tears from his face, and said determinedly: Grandpa Luo Mu, please go ahead, Ah Qi will definitely get the price back for you! For Qiye, now that the person who was the best to him in the world has died because of him, how can Qiye not feel resentful: hate that he is too weak, hate that he is always protected by others...
Prone on the ground, Qiye clenched his fists and bit the corners of his lips. The blood slowly flowed down, and the deep sting in his heart instantly washed away the lethargy and weakness in his mind. Qiye braced himself and stood up with difficulty, holding on to the steep cliff beside him and continuing to move forward.
All along the cliffs, there were all the weeds that Qiye's skinny body could reach out. Qiye pulled them all off, stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation, chewed and swallowed them in big mouthfuls. Even though the weeds were bitter and hard to swallow, and the green grass stung his mouth, Qiye still chewed without frowning.
At this moment, Qiye has only one firm belief in his heart: to survive! Live on no matter what! In order to keep himself alive, no matter how bitter or astringent the weeds are, he will eat them without hesitation as long as he is not poisoned to death. The current situation made Qiye very clear: If he didn't eat something, he wouldn't be able to go down the mountain in the evening. And along the way, except for the weeds growing on the cliff on one side, there was nothing to eat at all!
In this way, Qiye tried his best again and again. Whenever he felt that the oil lamp was about to run out, he stuffed a mouthful of weeds, then forced himself to maintain his perseverance, and continued to exhaust his strength. Chewing weeds all the way made Qiye's mouth green and his face cold and pale. With tenacious perseverance, Qiye finally walked to the new mine after slowly trudging through the rugged mountain road of "narrow escapes".
This is a slope with a huge angle on the mountainside, and a small working area has been opened up between the cliffs on both sides. The slaves carrying empty baskets were lining up in an orderly manner at the entrance of the cave on the slope, waiting for the slave diggers to transport the ore stones from the cave and put them into the baskets.
Qiye lined up one by one and waited until the milky white ore spirit stones were loaded into the basket on his back. Qiye gritted his teeth, clasped his hands on his shoulders, tried his best to lift the heavy basket on his back, and then tried his best to stabilize his swaying figure before starting to take swaying steps. As the returning team returned with a full load, the weak Qiye gradually fell to the end of the team. Looking at the endless mountain road back, Qiye began the final journey back.
On the other side, Wu Sang, who had been searching for nothing for a week, returned to the Wu Clan Priest Hall with a sad face and returned to Wu Jue.
"I would like to report to the high priest that Wu Sang is incompetent and has not found the high priest's exquisite witch sword. I would like to ask the high priest to punish me..." Wu Sang bowed his head respectfully and said.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I guess the old guy knew that he didn't have much time left, so he used his last remaining strength to die with the witch sword. Huh! Even if that old guy from Hunyuan is going to die, he won't give me any credit to the high priest. Why? That’s really his style. However, after thousands of years of sealing, that exquisite witch sword’s spiritual power has probably been exhausted long ago. Well, well, let’s just regard it as a burial gift given to him by the high priest..."
Wu Jue smiled indifferently and said with some bitterness. Now that his confidant has been eliminated, although he has lost a high-grade spiritual weapon, it is a pity to think that after thousands of years, the witch sword has lost its edge and is of no great use to Wu Jue. However, in the blink of an eye, he quickly made a choice in his mind.
"Wusang, now the high priest has an important thing to ask you to handle." Wu Jue dismissed the matter and said solemnly again.
"No matter what the high priest orders, Wu Sang will fight against all odds!" Wu Sang was shocked: Unexpectedly, this time the high priest not only did not blame himself for his failure to do things, but instead entrusted him with important tasks again. How could Wu Sang not be happy in his heart?
Although he has the highest talent among all the black priests, he is the one with the least qualifications, so he is ostracized everywhere. If he can be promoted by this high priest who has retired from a high position, he will have his own status in the Wu clan in the future. Therefore, Wu Sang naturally went all out for what the high priest told him.
"According to the spies' report: Shui Lianggong, the Lord of Shuiyou City, got the news from an unknown "spiritual medium": In the Far East, there may be relics of a thousand-year war, and there may be a "thousand-year treasure". This high priest orders you to : Hurry up and check it out quickly. If there is really a treasure, come back immediately!" Wu Jue solemnly ordered.
"Yes! Wu Sang obeys the order!" Wu Sang accepted the order happily, but he did not expect that he would receive such a lucrative job this time. If you really find the treasure and you can get one or two of it, your strength will be even better. It's just that the place of the Thousand Year War is a little troublesome, but compared to the rewards, what does this mean? Wu Sang made a mental calculation, grinned slightly, and disappeared into smoke.
Spiritual medium is a very rare profession among spiritual practitioners. With strong soul power, he can capture spiritual particles in the air that ordinary spiritual practitioners cannot detect, and communicate thousands of miles away through the medium of spiritual objects. Legendary spiritual mediums can communicate with the underworld and the underworld, and deduce future. The psychic medium majors in "material mediating power" rather than combat prowess. Moreover, the birth of a spiritual medium is one in ten million. It requires not only the "initial soul" but also the awakening of the "eye of heaven". After meeting these two basic points, it is also necessary to teach the "material mind method", and the cultivation of a spiritual medium is Mental Dharma is rare in the world. Therefore, in an empire, the number of psychics is no more than a thousand, and the number of legendary masters is only a few, which can be said to be the most precious strategic resource.
