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She used Earth Escape to travel back along the route she had come, emerging into the original mining tunnel. Jiang Yuebai discovered that most of the surrounding tunnels were abandoned, littered with broken bamboo baskets, piled stones, and even some skeletal remains—no living souls in sight. Over these years, she had explored downward from the other side of the valley but had never ventured to this area. In the tunnel that once bore Ye Lianyi’s mark, the leaf symbols on the stone walls had been chiseled away, and the spirit stone deposits had been completely excavated. "Who's there?" A noise came from behind. Jiang Yuebai turned to see a figure holding a torch, peering cautiously. She narrowed her eyes and smiled. "Peng Sanyang, do you still recognize me?" Peng Sanyang, now much older and covered in grime, couldn’t make out Jiang Yuebai’s face clearly. He raised his torch to illuminate her features. Once he saw her clearly, he froze for a moment before his expr...

Jiang Yuebai had learned from Cui Sheng that Hong Tao had come once three years ago, Li Jiuchuan had also visited once, while Lu Nanzhi and Xie Jingshan had come every year. A warm current surged in a corner of her heart, dispelling the pervasive gloom of this place. Cui Sheng was extremely deferential. Knowing that Jiang Yuebai truly had powerful backing within the sect—a Golden Core True Person and a prodigy from the Lu Clan—he dared not show the slightest negligence. He personally helped Jiang Yuebai handle the procedures for leaving the mine. "Junior Sister Jiang, although you have connections in the sect... the rules of our Yin Mountain Mine cannot be broken. Your time in the mines is just a few days short of five years. To remove the restriction and leave, you must hand over 182,000 low-grade spirit stones." Cui Sheng was starting to sweat. Such a vast amount of spirit stones—he had never seen anyone produce it all at once. Those sent here were either disciples who had ...

Boom! The leaden clouds covered the sky as evening approached, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and the wind and clouds churned. A twelve-year-old girl in black attire and black armor stood at the edge of a cliff, her slightly closed eyes and tilted head listening intently. Her jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and her sleeves rustled. A long knife hung from her waist, held with one hand, and she stood silently at the edge of the cliff. A silver dragon roared in the sky, and the girl's left hand hanging by her side stirred casually, seemingly indifferent. Golden brilliance emerged, thunderous sounds erupted, and fierce thunderbolts broke through the air, ruthlessly attacking. The girl opened her eyes and unsheathed her knife! Clang! The zigzag knife radiance instantly filled the sky, slashing through three thunderous attacks. The knife returned to its sheath, and the lightning fell all over her body. 【The "Three Strikes of the Severed Waters" has been practiced into...

The cultivation of the five arts must continue. I want to see what changes will occur when they reach their peak, whether they can enhance my self-created Cloud Thunder Burst, and whether they can lead to the fusion of new techniques. Most importantly, the numbers behind the cultivation interface are not filled, and it irks me to no end! Day by day, as I work hard and see the data on the interface grow, I become addicted to the joy of progress. I must say, the cultivation interface is truly a great thing—it keeps my goals clear, and every day I can see my own progress, maintaining my motivation. Spiritual stones are depleted, food is scarce, and breakthroughs in martial techniques are elusive. Talisman papers, spirit wine, and thornbush seeds have accumulated significantly. It's time to go out, explore ore veins, and hunt demonic beasts. ... 【Year of the Rabbit, Thirtieth day of June】 After comparing the ore vein map and surveying the valley wall with Little Green for several days,...

[Year of the Ox, Second day of February] Nineteen days ago, Jia Xiuchun sent three individuals to assassinate me. Following a bitter confrontation lasting half a day, fields were laid to waste, and houses crumbled. Despite sustaining a broken right arm and enduring thirty-six wounds, I emerged victorious! The entrance tunnel collapsed entirely, trapping the valley and complicating any attempts to escape. Fortunately, others are also now unable to enter. After half a month of recuperation, elixirs have proven effective in healing internal and external injuries, but the challenge lies in setting the broken bone. Whether my self-taught medical skills can facilitate this healing process remains uncertain. Upon reviewing the battle, the Chaotic Soul Record, ice and fire thorns, talismans, the instantly replenishing spirit wine, perfected peak wind spear technique, self-created Cloud Thunder Burst, wolf-patterned armor, robust physique, acute spiritual perception, and discerning wind and thu...

[Year of the Ox, Second day of August] Dear Father, I have embarrassed our family of carpenters. After more than a month of effort, the puppet I finally made is hideous. I want to dismantle it but.. I can't bear to. Though ugly, its deterrent power is significant. When it is placed in the field, waving its eight arms, the small beasts do not dare approach. The puppet is powered by the Divine Machine Stone and requires my spiritual awareness to control its movements. After studying relevant books on puppet mechanisms, I found that for the puppet to move on its own, it needs to be infused with a beast soul to execute simple commands. Beast souls are only found in demonic beasts above the ninth rank, which I can't find anywhere, so I had to give up. Also, Little Green's body can meld two lines of poetry into ink and transform them into words to communicate with me. It has just mastered this skill and the first word it said to me was... "ugly"! The puppet I created ca...