I have a devouring system for spiritual energy recovery

The snow was drifting heavily, and there was no sign of life on the silvery white ground.

A sect is located on top of a snowy peak filled with spiritual energy.

Snow Spirit Palace!

It is a dominant force that has stood in this eternally frozen land for tens of millions of years!

There are many powerful people in the sect, who are proficient in ice and snow-related martial arts. Their combat power in this permafrost zone is astonishingly strong.

From the nearly one hundred mine entrances outside this fairy palace, mine carts loaded with crystal clear ice minerals come out from time to time.

The geology of the permafrost region is hard, the climate is extremely cold, and the conditions are so harsh that even potatoes cannot be grown here.

Fortunately, the minerals here are abundant, and the ever-frozen iron and clear ice jade produced are indispensable resources for cultivation.

"Boss, our mine's mining quota is not enough today."

At the entrance of Mine No. 73, a disciple from the Snow Spirit Palace spoke to a middle-aged man dressed as a supervisor.

"Meow, if these slaves don't work harder, I'll beat them to death."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man started cursing angrily.

The mines in the Snow Spirit Palace are all numbered. The smaller the number, the richer the minerals and the safer the internal lines.

Generally, those who mine resources in these mines are disciples of the sect.

The larger the number of the mine, the worse the environment inside and the more dangerous it is.

The miners in these mines are basically slaves, prisoners of war, or captives bought by the Snow Spirit Palace or sent by other forces.

As he said that, the middle-aged man swaggered into the mine with a long whip laced with iron dysentery.

The disciple who tipped off the news also followed closely behind the middle-aged man.

In the mine, the cold wind blew and it was freezing cold.

Without a certain level of cultivation, one would not be able to withstand this coldness.

The middle-aged man is an Immortal King who can easily withstand the severe cold here.

Not to mention that he was wearing a thick mink coat made from the fur of a fairy-level demon beast.

Deep in the mine, there were dozens of thinly dressed miners scattered around.

These miners had a layer of frost on their bodies, making them appear ice blue in color.

They tirelessly and mechanically wielded their pickaxes to mine the resources in the mines.

The sound of pickaxes clanking could be heard.

The middle-aged man frowned and said angrily:

"Have you eaten too much recently? Do you have no energy to work?"

Several miners have escaped from his mine during this period.

If the mining indicators are not met, his career as a mine manager will be over!

"Ahem, boss, these miners won't understand you if you talk like that." The disciple behind the middle-aged man coughed lightly and said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned and murmured, "But I don't understand foreign languages. You come."

"Okay." The disciple nodded and walked out.

clap clap!

He clapped his hands and then blew a whistle.

This series of moves also attracted the attention of the miners whose bodies were frozen stiff.

They all put down their pickaxes and looked at the disciple with numb eyes.

"You all, listen carefully and work hard. Our mining targets are met. If you don't meet them, you'll die. So, all of you, work hard and dig deep into the mine!"

The disciple cleared his throat and spoke viciously to the group of miners.

"Nani?!"

A trace of anger flashed across the numb pupils of a miner, and he let out a roar.

He dropped the pickaxe in his hand, rushed out, and said angrily:

"Vadasi is about to die, and you still want us to work hard to mine? Now we have to mine for 23 hours a day. Even an immortal king can't stand it!"

"Are you really going to kill us before you're done?"

The miner's voice fell.

The middle-aged man behind the young disciple laughed, and the iron dysentery whip in his hand was ready to go.

"Boy, look good."

The middle-aged man pulled the young disciple behind him and looked back confidently.

"Fists are the best way to make sense."

As soon as the words fell, the long whip broke through the air, whizzing past!

Snapped--!

"Ow!!!"

A mixture of blood and ice crystals instantly exploded from the miner's body.

A whip mark so deep that the bone can be seen is shocking.

The miner also fell to the ground, his pale lips trembling slightly, and a faint voice came out: "Yameidi, Wadasi dare not make trouble."

"Don't dare? I'll beat you to death!"

The middle-aged man was very angry because several miners had run away recently.

Just in time, this miner ran into the gun.

"If you don't work, you'll all die!"

The whip shadows were like rain, all falling on the miner.

Blood splattered and spread.

On the cold ground of the mine tunnel, cold blood-red flowers bloomed.

The miners around were all trembling with fear when they saw this scene.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and start mining! If you don't want to die, dig hard!"

The young disciple looked at the miners and scolded them.

The miners trembled all over after being scolded like this, raised their pickaxes, and continued to dig the mines with clanging sounds.

"Boss, it's cold in this mine. Please go out and warm yourself up."

The young disciple looked at the middle-aged man and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man threw the whip in his hand to the young disciple and nodded, "Okay, you help me whip this beast first. Remember, it doesn't matter if it dies. I just want to kill it for the other miners to see."

"If someone chases them away, just keep killing them!"

"I'll go to other mines and borrow some slaves. It looks like this bunch of rubbish won't last long."

The middle-aged man straightened his mink coat and gave orders with narrowed eyes.

"Okay, boss."

The young disciple held a long whip in his hand, stood at attention, and nodded solemnly.

Then the middle-aged man left.

The young disciple wielded the long whip in his hand, beating the disobedient miner until he was covered in bruises and dying.

"Pooh!"

The young disciple spat at the miner and cursed, "I let you do evil in other people's homes and brought you to our Snow Spirit Palace. I will punish you to death!"

"Everyone, work hard at mining. If you don't meet the target, you will die!"

The young disciple looked at the miners around him, raised his whip, and gave orders angrily.

Upon hearing this, the miners waved their pickaxes in fear.

Seeing the miners working even harder to mine ore, the young disciple nodded with satisfaction.

Then, the young disciple blew a breath on his hands to warm them up, and said:

"I'll go up first. Don't even think about being lazy. If you don't meet the target, you'll die!"

The other miners did not dare to be negligent. After all, the last miner who disobeyed orders was now dead on the ground.

No matter how low the temperature here is, it is warmer than the thorny whip in the young disciple's hand!