Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

The thing she called a "miracle stone" was born from an aura of resentment and malevolence, so the bladeless sword refined from it...

Zhu Wuyao didn't want to think about it any further.

It's like a table of fine wine and food that you once enjoyed, but after the veil is lifted and the fake is removed, you find that it is actually rotten and disgusting.

She looked at the stone shard in her hand for a while, her emotions somewhat complicated.

The stone she had traveled thousands of miles to seek was now right in front of her. Zhu Wuyao had no doubt that if she could use her Yue Su Gong now, she would find that there were countless such stones in the mine.

It thought it was a rare treasure, but in reality, it's everywhere.

Zhu Wuyao couldn't help but recall how things started, how they got to this point—

At first, she only did a divination for the Pei family.

Then, during a night visit to the Pei family garden, he used a luck-changing talisman and was hit on the head by that rock.

So, while refining the Wufeng Sword, he became entangled with ghostly energy and came to Ganxiao City in search of a way to survive. There, he found more stones and discovered the source of the ghostly energy.

The sense of crisis looming over her made her eager to improve her strength, so she chose to go into seclusion.

After that, he lost consciousness.

This is truly... a series of interconnected events.

Everything unfolded so naturally, and one could even say that it was all a choice she made after careful consideration.

What did she do wrong?

Zhu Wuyao got her wish and found the source of the stone, but she threw the stone aside and refused to look at it again.

It is no longer mysterious, no longer precious.

They're everywhere here.

Zhu Wuyao felt down for a while, then tried her best to put this disheartening thing out of her mind and stop thinking about it.

These clues are important, but they cannot solve her current predicament.

She looked at the lifeless old Li and knew things were getting complicated.

Putting aside the fact that she shortened the old man's life by a few days and caused losses to Hu San and his gang, just her behavior of outwardly complying while inwardly resisting on her very first day as a member of the group—

It's obvious that he's a tactless and disobedient newcomer.

Whether it's to establish authority or to give a warning, you're bound to suffer the consequences.

Zhu Wuyao still has a trump card up his sleeve, which might be enough to protect himself.

But to lift the lid now would be too rash.

She grabbed a passing coworker and found out where Old Li usually stayed, intending to finish her work first.

Surprisingly, those tools were not seized by anyone.

However, the way people looked at her seemed somewhat evasive, as if they were afraid of being associated with Zhu Wuyao.

It seems the news has spread.

However, Hu San had not yet made a move against him.

Zhu Wuyao calmly assessed the situation.

Before finding evidence, she wouldn't rashly treat Hu San or Rong Si as enemies. Everyone in the mine might become an ally. In fact, if Hu San really made trouble for her, Zhu Wuyao would also think it was reasonable.

Her actions, driven by personal emotions, deviated from the rules and regulations of the current system.

Right or wrong will not affect the arrival of consequences.

During the mining process, she discovered that some people were deaf, at a rate far exceeding the normal probability.

This left Zhu Wuyao with a question mark in his mind.

Unfortunately, because of what just happened, although no one came to make trouble, many people chose to stay out of it and ignore her.

We couldn't find anyone who could get information from us.

Zhu Wuyao had no choice but to settle down and become a miner, no longer wanting to make a fool of himself.

While mining, she observed the pace of the people around her and roughly calculated that her physical fitness was barely at a mid-level.

After observing, she deduced that in terms of cultivation level, there were very few at the Golden Core stage, and at most no more than five.

The reason why he only ranks in the middle in terms of physical fitness is mainly because Zhu Wuyao is a fragile hexagram cultivator.

Moreover, the tools Old Li left behind weren't very good.

She didn't rush to make a good impression on her first day of work to "make amends."

Since they've already shown signs of being restless, if they were to display their abilities as well, it would be tantamount to them eagerly seeking to establish their authority.

Therefore, the amount of ore she finally collected could only be considered below average.

They conserved some energy to cope with unforeseen circumstances.

Zhu Wuyao followed the crowd forward, guessing that the direction was where the ore was to be handed over.

"Bang—"

The ore cart with a single wheelbarrow was stepped on and stopped. Zhu Wuyao's eyes flickered slightly as he stopped the cart and looked at the person who had come.

We're almost at the finish line, so there are quite a few people coming and going.

This lean, dark-skinned young man is blocking people here; he's clearly trying to cause trouble.

"Newcomer, be smart and give me your old man some of your ore, consider it a treat for the senior."

No wonder.

Hu San's timing was quite interesting.

All the assertive measures and warnings have to wait until the end of the day. After you've done your work and finished mining, suffering a little is nothing.

If someone gets hurt, wouldn't that waste her day's work?

Therefore, ensuring a sufficient overall quantity of ore delivered is paramount above all else.

Zhu Wuyao looked at him and asked, "Where should I put it?"

"You've got a good eye," the young man said, pointing to his cart.

"Hurry up and carry the ore upstairs for me, then get out of here."

Seeing that he had put down his foot from the cart, Zhu Wuyao nodded, pushed his own cart, and walked to the stone wall.

They started moving the ore from the kid's truck to their own.

Upon seeing this, the troublemaker immediately flew into a rage, lunging forward and shouting:

"You bastard, how dare you play me for a fool!"

Zhu Wuyao was prepared. The instant the skinny monkey pounced, she picked up the angular stone she had already aimed at, lifted her foot, stepped on the cart handle, and kicked it forward.

Skinny Monkey's knees and legs were hit by the cart, and he hissed in pain. He quickly grabbed a stone and was about to retaliate when Zhu Wuyao, who had already rehearsed a series of attacks, pulled him and pressed him to the ground.

Since the primary principle is to hand over a sufficient quantity of ore, Hu San wouldn't kill her; he must have given orders to this skinny monkey.

However, since Wuyao is a newcomer, she may not know this rule.

She knelt on one knee, pinning the skinny monkey to the ground, and raised the stone in her hand, smashing it down hard on his head.

One blow after another... Zhu Wuyao listened to the screams and curses around him, but still did not stop.

Even though the skinny monkey had some skill in raising his hand to block, Zhu Wuyao's fierce and desperate stance was quite frightening.

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, mixed with a tooth, his eyes filled with malice. He suddenly reached for his waist and gripped a sharpened stone knife.

He stabbed it fiercely.

Zhu Wuyao's actions did not stop. He continued to press down on the skinny monkey, not giving him a chance to resist. He grabbed the monkey's messy hair and, as if he was not satisfied, slammed the monkey's head hard onto the ground.

She was injured, but the stone knife wasn't sharp enough, and the skinny monkey didn't have much strength because he had been beaten.

Moreover, now that the knife has stabbed me, it's become my weapon.

Taking advantage of the fact that the skinny monkey was disoriented from being hit, Zhu Wuyao raised his hand and pulled out the stone knife that was stuck in his body.

Blood gushed from the wound, and she abruptly raised the stone knife in her hand, intending to end the fight—

Her wrist was gripped so tightly it seemed like her bones could be crushed.

Zhu Wuyao gritted her teeth, somewhat unwilling.

After seeing clearly what was behind Zhu Wuyao, the skinny monkey breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped death, and pointed at Zhu Wuyao who was pressing down on him, saying:

"Boss, she stole my ore! Look at the mine cart!"